Chapter 67: Beauty has something to worry about

　　The performance of Sanshuang made Mo Mengchen return to people's vision.
　　 "It looks like this guy can make headlines in other ways besides performing surgery?"
　　 "Stupid guys, you missed a great player!"
　　 "21+10+11, Dor. Mo performed an amazing surgery in Indiana."-Quoted from Sports Illustrated at the end of November 1995.
　　 erratic January
　　 Christmas, the Spring Festival in the United States, the most important festival of the year in Europe and the United States, the NBA will naturally not let this good day go.
　　 On the day of the family reunion, a family of young people gathered for dinner, talked about the gains and losses of the year, and by the way, it didn’t matter who won.
　　 This is the Christmas War, but unfortunately, the Pistons team cruising on the edge of the playoffs have no chance to play Christmas War.
　　 In the middle of this month, Mo Mengchen's shooting feel showed a big slide, and there was no sign, only he knew what happened.
　　 At that time, his attributes were enough for 30,000, so he improved his lower limb strength.
He spent 26000 attribute points and increased his lower limb strength by 10 points. Now, his lower limb strength has reached 84. From now on, his lower limb strength can barely be called excellent, but it is a kind of animal that eats with Mark Jackson. It’s a lot worse than that, and he’s not going to ask for comparison with that kind of guy.
　　The remaining 4000 attribute points, he did not keep it, directly added to the explosive power.
　　
　　 His explosive power attribute has 60 points, but each point is very expensive, from 60 points to 61 points cost 1800 attribute points, from 61 to 62 cost 2000 attribute points.
　　 So down, he only has 200 points left.
　　After a hard month, what did they add in the end?
　　Mo Mengchen turned off the system. His overall evaluation did not improve. On the training ground, his lower limb was obviously stronger than before. Especially when shooting, the problem came.
　　
　　Because the strength of his lower extremities has increased too much, he needs to find his shooting feel again.
　　 Therefore, in the next four games, he played twenty-one consecutive three-pointers until the Knicks before Christmas to restore his feel.
Pat Riley witnessed Momon Chen who recovered his hand. That night, he made 6 of 6 shots from the three-point line. He shot outside and scored 23 points, 10 rebounds and 6 assists. He broke the last month after Thanksgiving. The Pacers scored 21 points.
　　
　　 "Detroit dug a brilliant gem in the big waves."
　　 That night, the former King of New York Bernard Blond expressed such a testimonial.
　　Need to know that the former King of New York, Ewing, had an extremely cunning eye. When he first played against Jordan that year, he asserted: "Chicago has got a treasure."
　　Mo Mengchen gradually entered the public's field of vision. As a rookie, he averaged 8+6+7 per game before the start, 13+7+10 after the start, and averaged 10+7+9 per game.
　　 Super high efficiency, amazing calmness, the head coach of each team is praising his on-the-spot scheduling.
　　 "He makes people feel that Detroit doesn't need a head coach at all."
　　 There are more and more similar compliments. Doug Collins is also under great pressure. He also knows what kind of player Mo Mengchen is. Sooner or later, he will not be able to suppress it.
　　 "Mo, this is your Christmas present." Dumas smiled and handed the thing to Mo Mengchen's hand.
　　Mo Mengchen looks at the weight of this gift, how it looks, it is not big, it should not be a kitchen utensil.
Now the whole team knows that he is a great cook. If he doesn’t know what to send during the holiday, he will give him some high-end kitchenware. This makes him just used to his own kitchen utensils. Then there is irritability, and now it is tired.
　　 "I hope I saw something else when I opened it."
　　Mo Mengchen pointed to the pile of gifts behind him, "Look at this group of non-creative idiots, I don't open the gifts and I know what's inside."
　　 "Doctor, they just don't want to give some gifts you like."
　　 "Seriously, I used to like kitchenware. Since I met these stupid pigs, I suddenly hated kitchenware. I miss the appearance of the kitchen utensils rusting." Mo Mengchen kept vomiting.
Dumas said with a smile: "Seriously, I'm curious why you choose to play basketball. Many people say you are the best doctor in the world, and everyone who has eaten your own cooking says that you can Go to a five-star restaurant as a chef, is there anything else you can't?"
"There are many, as if I were the best doctor in the world, but for me, one-third of the disease does not require me to heal, and another one-third of the disease is that I will not heal. Unfortunately, I can treat only one-fifth of the remaining third, and my energy is limited." Mo Mengchen smiled, "The same is true of cooking, compared to these two disciplines, Basketball is much simpler."
　　 "So, do you choose basketball because it is relatively simple?"
　　 "One of the reasons, but more out of love, don't you see that I like basketball very much?" Mo Mengchen asked back.
　　 Dumaston was a little ignorant. If people like Mo Mengchen said "like" and "love", then 80% of the world would be in chaos?
　　Mo Mengchen took his gift and returned the gift he prepared for Dumas: "What about you? Why did you choose basketball?"
　　 "When I was a kid, in the town where I lived, I practiced shooting in the backyard every night alone, and then dreamed of becoming an outstanding basketball player in my sleep." Dumas said.
　　 Such examples are not new. Reggie Miller was beaten by his sister in the backyard and couldn't cut into the rim. He could only practice long shots in the periphery, while Drexler practiced a dunk in his father's garage. And Dumas, he does not even have an opponent. His five brothers and sisters love to play rugby. He can only practice long-range shots against the basket and dodge his fantasy opponents-such as Cheeks, such as Dr. J.
　　
　　 Dumas is definitely an alien of the Pistons. He is the Hill before Hill. It is difficult to imagine that the wicked and bad boy army has such a handsome gentleman.
　　Mo Mengchen did not like the Pistons when he was young. At that time, he studied abroad. At the time of the most fierce competition in the NBA, the Devil Birds are tied, the center era is prosperous, and there are cutting-edge talents in all positions.
　　The rise of the bad boy legion shattered the Boston dream. Of course, the Green Army has its own reasons.
　　 It is naturally different now. This is a typical basketball story. The more you hate something, the more you will relate to it.
　　Giving gifts to each other with teammates, Mo Mengchen returned to the Garridon apartment with a cart of gifts.
　　 He parked the car, but did not take out the gift, anyway, it must be some kitchenware.
　　Mo Mengchen is not alone tonight, he and Ephraim have an appointment for Christmas together.
　　Because he has only one person, just right, they only have two people, so the three people get together, he is responsible for cooking, Ephraim is responsible for layout, and Adrian is responsible for playing.
　　 For Ephraim, Mo Mengchen has been slowly advancing each other's relationship in a relatively gentle manner.
　　He didn't want to be too fast, but he didn't need to be too slow, just let it happen.
　　Dumplings, various fruit pies, steaks, boiled fish... Mo Mengchen made eight dishes, and three people obviously could not finish it.
　　 "I started!"
　　 Without prayer, without prayer, they are all unbelievers.
　　Mo Mengchen could see that Ephraim was not very happy, but it should not have originated from him.
　　 "Do you want to drink a few glasses?" Mo Mengchen opened the red wine bottle.
　　 "I really need a few drinks." Ephraim said.
　　Mo Mengchen poured wine for her, and she poured it down one by one.
　　Ephraim hiccupped, and the scent of alcohol smelt Mo Mengchen's face.
　　 "Is something wrong?" Mo Mengchen asked.
　　 "Do you think I'm stupid?" Ephraim lay on the table. "I can't cook, I can't take care of my brother, and I can't fight lawsuits."
　　Law?
Ok?
　　Mo Mengchen poured a small glass of wine: "Law?"
　　 "I always lose the lawsuit, they always throw me the toughest lawsuit... I will be fired if I go on like this." Ephraim said, his eyes were red.
　　Mo Mengchen said with a smile: "I just lack a legal adviser."
　　 "Really?" Ephraim straightened up and looked at Mo Mengchen with his hands holding his face.
　　 was stared at in a very charming way by this peerless beauty of Monica Bellucci level~EbookFREE.me~ was a little shy.
　　 "It's true."
　　Mo Mengchen took a sip of wine and was shocked.
　　 "Then I want you..."
　　 The phrase Ephraim paused for more than ten seconds.
　　 "Hire me as a legal adviser!"
　　 "No problem." Mo Mengchen smiled.
　　Ephraim fell down again: "Why are you so good to me?"
　　 Mo Mengchen smiled: "Because we are friends."
　　 "Are you so good to every friend?" Ephraim's tone was full of drunkenness, and Mo Mengchen felt that she would fall asleep at any time.
　　 This question made him wonder how to respond. He froze for half a minute and said, "No."
　　 It was just that Ephraim no longer responded and she fell asleep.
　　 "Dr. Mo, my sister she..."
　　 "She's sleepy," Mo Mengchen said, "She's asleep."
　　 "Is it so early?"
　　 "Yeah, she's very tired." Mo Mengchen held Ephraim around her waist and said, "Adrian, help me open the door."
　　 Adrian hurriedly opened Ephraim's bedroom.
　　Mo Mengchen carefully put down Ephraim, covered the quilt, and walked out of the room with Adrian.
　　 "Dr. Mo, actually you can be a cook, isn't it better to be a cook?"
　　 "You don't need to perform surgery or play games, you can try different dishes."
　　 "Can you make some Australian dishes next time? Are you not Australian?"
　　 Adrian is obviously more suitable than his sister as a lawyer, and this little mouth is always non-stop.
　　Mo Mengchen said as he cleaned up, he said beside him, if it weren’t for his young age, his old man would have given this babbling little fart boy a popcorn.