Chapter 80: Good at

　　 14 points, 7 rebounds and 6 assists.
　　Mo Mengchen took such data to help the team defend the home court, defeated the comer's bad supersonics, and achieved the 20th win of the season.
　　 Compared to the victory of this game, the conflict between Mo Mengchen and Payton is more concerned by the outside world.
　　 One is a famous star with a famous stinky mouth, which is extremely unfriendly to rookies;
　　 is a fledgling star, usually a part-time doctor, should be a very caring person, why is there such a conflict?
　　 And, from the scene, Mo Mengchen seems to be better at making dirty than Payton?
　　 This result is horrifying. In the next few days, someone cut off all the pieces of the match between Mo Mengchen and Payton, proving that it was Payton who picked it first, but was defeated by Mo Mengchen.
　　 Plus Hill, a modest gentleman, actually tripped and tripped Payton, and the people collapsed. For this reason, Payton gave up the game and lost an incisor. The game did not win, and his face was lost.
　　Mo Mengchen attended the press conference with Collins. He did not know what these reporters were expecting. They were all shining in the eyes, as if standing in front of a woman without clothes.
　　 "Mo, what happened in the first quarter?"
　　 The reporter is very direct, which also saves Mo Mengchen a lot of effort.
　　 "We have a little conflict," Mo Mengchen admitted generously, "but we solved the matter perfectly."
　　 After hearing what he said, the reporters at the scene all looked very strange.
　　 solved the matter perfectly? Payton's front teeth were broken, is this a solution?
　　 "Gary said, when you come to Seattle, he will treat you well." The reporter said, "Do you think there is any other information in this sentence?"
　　Mo Mengchen did not step into the trap that the reporter prepared for him. He turned around the trap and said, "I am looking forward to it."
　　Mo Mengchen was interviewed like Tai Chi. It was difficult for reporters to catch fierce material from his mouth. They could only focus on another person.
　　 "Grant, someone said that your foot affected the game." The reporter said, "Can you tell us about the specific situation at that time?"
　　Hill heard countless interviews since childhood, he loved the microphone. Whenever the reporter pointed the microphone at his mouth, he must have something to say, but now, he just wants to find a place to hide.
　　 "I regret what happened tonight. I really don't know what will happen. If I know, I swear I will not stretch my foot at that time. I am really sorry."
　　Hill did not "confess" and did not shake Mo Mengchen out. He insisted that it was an accident, although from the video playback, his leg stretched out more like a long-term plot.
　　 The reporter did not read the mind, and there was no lie detector on the spot. They could only judge by Hill's attitude, tone, and expression whether the words were from his true heart.
　　Is this good kid who has no bad records since he was a child, did he really learn bad?
　　Hill did not admit that the reporter could not force him, this matter can only be done.
　　 The outside world set off a huge wave in response to this matter, especially the few counterattacks made by Mo Mengchen to Payton. Those actions were even more spicy than the old ball skins of the league for more than ten years.
　　 "Bill Lamber II?"
　　 "Is he a doctor or a devil?"
　　 "Is the doctor just Mo's umbrella, is he actually a bad guy?"
　　 "Who knows?"
　　 Hill looked down, and it seemed that he hadn't come out of that thing yet.
　　 "Grant." Mo Mengchen shouted at him.
　　 Hill turned back.
　　 "If you still think about it, I apologize to you, I should tell you in advance." Mo Mengchen said.
　　Hill said angrily: "If I knew you had to do this, I would not help you!"
　　 As soon as he said this, Mo Mengchen raised his eyes and spread his hands apart—well, I just knew that you good boy would not promise to help me do bad things without telling you.
　　 "You bastard!" Hill scolded.
　　Mo Mengchen did not refute, and entered the locker room with him. Their teammates were celebrating this special game tonight.
　　 "Mo, you are such a demon!"
　　Houston patted Mo Mengchen's shoulder in excitement. Although he knew he was well-intentioned, the latter still cared about the stained hand constantly patting himself.
　　 "I'm glad I finally no longer need to be your accomplice."
　　 Thorpe said happily.
　　 Hill's mouth twitched.
"Yeah!" Michael Curry laughed. "I didn't know that Grant would do this kind of thing before. I really underestimated him. Sure enough, the more serious people on the surface look, the more cruel they will be. I’m a leader today."
　　Hill's face was twisted.
　　 "An incisor! The doctor didn't hurt the stinky mouth for a long time. Grant just made a kick and let him lose an incisor. It's brutal!"
　　Hill's expression was twitching, and he couldn't help it anymore: "I didn't mean it!"
　　 "Grant, we all know that you came forward for the doctor and did a good job!" Mark West smiled.
"I do not have!"
　　 "Humility, I will cover you in the future, I see who dares to bully me!"
　　 "It's really not me!"
　　 Joe Dumas looked at them calmly, no matter how Hill retorted, he did not squeak.
　　 is basically certain that Hill is instructed by Mo Mengchen. As for why he can do so well, it can only be attributed to an accident.
　　 But these people don't care about accidents.
　　
　　Hill did this, which was actually good for his development in Detroit. Fans in this city did not want the team leader to be a good boy.
　　Mo Mengchen is not a good boy. The identity of the doctor obscures this, and Hill should not be a good boy. Even if it is, it must change with Mo Mengchen.
Dumas believes that Mo Mengchen will stand up for everyone in the team, just like Hill did for him-although Devil Mountain does not know that he came up, he is still doing it for himself This kind of thing is sad.
　　 They are making a noise, Mo Mengchen has gone in to take a bath.
　　 Tonight, his weakness was completely exposed in front of Payton.
　　 Weakness on the defensive end will affect the play on the offensive end. If Payton was not addicted to the pleasure of educating the rookie in the first quarter, he would find it faster.
　　Mo Mengchen's current advantages are: three-pointers, organization, the promotion of transition offensive, overall view, vision.
　　 Apart from three-pointers, none of them can directly cause damage.
　　 As for his breakthrough, he is still not sure, although his layup attribute is as high as 90, but from the heart he is very resistant to rushing to the basket to score, after all, his body is very fragile.
　　 In order to cover up such shortcomings, he had to do these things at a certain time.
He can't make people see any serious short board. Even in the mid-range shooting, he also scored a goal before. Although the sample is very small, it can also make the other party question whether he can't vote or doesn't want to vote? .
　　Mo Mengchen takes a bath much slower than others.
　　 The others solved it in a few minutes, the slower one was ten minutes, and he took half an hour, like a woman.
　　 came out of the bathroom, he saw Hill was dressed, sitting in his place.
　　 "Did you complain enough?" Mo Mengchen asked.
　　 "I complain enough." Hill gave him a white look.
　　 "I'm just thinking about a question." Hill said.
"what is the problem?"
Hill said: "If I knew the consequences of that kick in advance, would I still help you? If I knew that kick would get Gary Payton out, it would help us win the game, but it would hurt him, Will I still stretch that foot?"
　　
　　 "You won't." Mo Mengchen rubbed his hair and said decisively.
　　 Hill asked back: "Why? Do you think I don't want to help you? Or do I think I don't want to win? Gary Payton is a bastard, can't I hurt him?"
　　 "Are you comforting yourself that way?" Mo Mengchen sneered, "Too bad?"
　　 In front of Mo Mengchen, Hill's disguise was nowhere to escape, and he soon broke the mark.
　　 "You are right, I will not."
　　 A living environment that respects and predominates is a good child who applauds and applauses along the way. People who never know how to harm others, how can they change because of these things?
　　 "Actually, I'm glad you are upset about this." Mo Mengchen said.
　　 "What do you mean?" Hill said, "Do you want me to be unhappy?"
　　Mo Mengchen said: "No, I hope you are upset to hurt others. That proves that I haven't misunderstood people. You are Grant Hill in everyone's eyes, not a hypocrite."
　　 "Don't things just prove that I am a hypocrite? What is the difference between me and you?" Hill asked angrily. UU reading www. uukanshu. com
Mo Mengchen said with a smile: "The difference between you and me is that you will be upset about Gary Payton's front teeth, you will even go to the hospital to visit him, or make a phone call to apologize and I will take this out of the locker room. The thing left behind, let him pass in the past, Gary Payton and his front teeth are not as valuable to me as a of shit, and can be made into fertilizer."
　　 "Damn, why is your heart so vicious? You are not a doctor, you are clearly a devil!" Hill said angrily.
　　Mo Mengchen also got dressed, and he refused to say anything about Hill.
　　 "There is always a devil next to the angel, otherwise it will be unbalanced."
　　Mo Mengchen put things in his backpack and said: "I will do what I should do, you will also do what you should do, I still have a date, see you tomorrow."
　　 finished, Mo Mengchen left the bag.
　　 What am I good at?
　　After Mo Mengchen left, Hill took out his mobile phone.
　　At the end of the game, he asked Camp to contact Peyton.
　　 hesitated again and again, he still dialed the phone.
　　He thought, this is what Mo Mengchen wants him to do, and this is what he should do.
　　 "Gary, I apologize for what happened tonight..."
　　Out of the dressing room, Mo Mengchen did not leave. He stayed and happened to hear the call.
"Humph."
　　Mo Mengchen really left this time.
　　A team needs both a positive image and a negative image. Mo Mengchen doesn't mind being a villain, he is very good at this role.
　　Like Hill, they are doing what they are good at.