Chapter 87: Deadly pitcher and basket demon

　　 Late at night, Mo Mengchen wrote lyrics in the hotel room.
　　 Now, the name of Ethan has become popular. He has amazing creative talent, not excellent singing but unique voice, and extremely low-key style. Many people want to know who he is.
　　 Not long ago, Mo Mengchen published a message on his blog in the name of Ethan: The first solo album will be released in June.
　　This album will include the four songs released before, plus five newly written songs.
　　He has only completed two songs now, which can be said to be a long way to go.
　　 is so obsessed with this matter because he found interesting achievements on the achievement wall of the singer template.
　　 Achievement Wall:
　　 released his first album, reward: 10,000 attribute points.
　　 There are also album sales, these are accumulated with achievements, if he is better, he can earn tens of thousands of attribute points through an album.
　　For him, the attribute points are too important.
　　 The scores earned by playing games and performing surgery are too few, and the achievement wall of being a doctor is extremely demanding.
　　 Doctor's achievements are not much, it is nothing more than the quantity and quality of writing papers, conducting experiments, and surgery.
　　 Mo Mengchen is now doomed to have no time to write any papers to do experiments, and will not study some difficult cases. If it is not to improve the attribute points, he will not even wear back a white coat.
　　 is now February. It is almost a year before he traversed. In the past year, his total evaluation has increased from 52 to 65. Although it is a great improvement, it is not enough.
　　 The next day, the Pistons returned to Detroit.
　　 "Rookie, buy me water!"
　　After normal training, Houston would lie on the ground paralyzed and let Don Reed and some younger brothers without human rights go shopping.
　　Since Mo Mengchen got on the starting line, no one asked him to buy water.
Although it is the NBA's rule to call the rookie, the rules are dead. Everyone knows that Mo Mengchen will be the core player of the Pistons in the future. No one will offend him. Even Houston will only call the Reid and others, not go. Trouble with Mo Mengchen.
　　Mo Mengchen continued shooting training, Thorpe passed for him.
　　 This is not a drudgery, but rather boring.
　　Because Mo Mengchen's vacancy shots are scary, his accuracy shows from the side that his accuracy in the game is not flat. He is really talented in shooting.
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　　 Boring him as a caddie is boring, because Thorpe can’t pick up the ball while vomiting him. He just needs to stand and catch the ball and pass it.
　　 "It's another monster, it's a monster!"
　　 is also a shooter, Michael Curry sighed.
　　 "He really..." Terry Mills was thinking of a suitable adjective, but what would he say? He thought for a long time before saying, "It's very talented as a shooter."
　　Hill listened beside them, and as they said, he thought of himself.
　　What if I come?
　　 "I feel that my shooting is not worse than him." Hill said flatly.
　　 In order to leave him a little thin face, Curry and Mills both smiled and did not speak, even if they did not express this, Hill still saw mocking on their faces.
　　 "What kind of shooting do you have in your heart?" Dumas won't get used to him, just say anything.
　　Hill also felt that he was talking big, and it was very ridiculous, so he sat there and laughed. His laughter was too loud, which affected Mo Mengchen.
"boom!"
　　The 111th goal, Mo Mengchen finally missed.
　　 "Thank goodness, the old man can finally take a few steps!"
Thorpe’s eyes showed some kindness. The younger Mo Mengchen liked it more and more. Although he usually didn’t speak well, he was always correct. Come back.
　　 has played for half a season, and the whole league knows his notoriety.
　　 "For him, if you can't provoke, you won't provoke."
This is a sentence that I don’t know where it came from, but it can also be seen how deeply impressed Mo Mengchen has been to the villains who attacked him. The idiot Payton is now leaking words, thinking Poor thinking.
　　
　　 Thorpe passed the ball to Mo Mengchen: "How many more to practice?"
　　 "Five hundred again." Mo Mengchen said.
　　 At his speed of five seconds, one ball, five hundred does not take much time, he is really too stable.
　　 catches the ball, starts the hand, draws out, and the movement is as neat as a sculpture. This is simply art, pointing to the basket, like a muzzle-like picker.
　　 "It's so beautiful, he shoots." Dumas surprised.
　　Hill's mind has always been very broad, but he just can't see anyone complimenting Mo Mengchen in front of him, especially his shooting skills.
　　Because Mo Mengchen mocks his three-pointer every day.
Tomo Monchen's blessing, according to the original history, Hill will only shoot 0.3 three-pointers per game this season. Due to his continuous stimulation, Hill is angry and improves the output of three-point iron. Reached 2 times, but the hit rate did not improve.
　　 Not counting Thorpe, his three-pointer is the worst of the Pistons' other four starters, and even Mills is more accurate than him.
　　Mo Mengchen looked for Thorpe’s 1,000 goals, and he ended up with a horrible score of 13 goals.
　　The last goal, he chose the difficult 45-degree left board.
　　 shot the ball, he turned directly to pick up the water bottle on the ground, tilted his neck, the ball entered, the water in the bottle also poured into his mouth.
　　 pretends to be so, everyone is frightened.
　　 "Damn, this guy is so stinky!"
　　Houston jumped up and shouted: "Mo, come to shoot!"
　　 "I'm not interested in fighting against the defeated men repeatedly." Mo Mengchen still had water stains in his mouth, and his face was full of mockery.
　　Houston ignored his sarcasm: "Hah, are you afraid?"
"No, I'm tired of it," Mo Mengchen said lightly. "It seems that although Sophie Marceau is very beautiful, if you go to bed with her every day, one day, you will also vomit because of her body. More than that, my challenge to you is this feeling, just enough, idiot!"
　　 "You!" Houston exclaimed angrily, "My challenge is very serious!"
　　Mo Mengchen sat on the ground and said, "Don't I seriously reject you?"
　　 "Damn, don't be too arrogant! Sooner or later, I will grab the name of the first shooter in the team!" Houston said while walking.
　　 At this time, Reed finally brought the water back.
　　 "Are you buying water for half an hour?" Houston is now in a stomach, but you can see a punching bag.
　　 Poor Reed ran for a long time and couldn't find Houston's favorite drink.
　　 "Mo, this is yours."
　　Reid put the orange juice Mo Mengchen liked on the floor and pushed it over.
　　 If it was before, Mo Mengchen would not pick up the bottle of water because it was too dirty.
And now, he is a pollution source in his own body, sweating, buttocks still aiming at the floor that no one has cleaned in the past few days, and the bottle of orange juice rolling along the dirty floor in front of him is nothing. No resistance.
　　Latliffe watched everyone resting, and found an unattended basketball on the ground. He picked it up and went to the corner to practice shooting.
　　 "Rookie, the training is over, take a break!" Houston shouted.
　　 "It's not over yet!" said Ratliff, "I promised Mo that I will complete a thousand free throw line jumpers every day."
　　 Hearing the sound of iron hitting in the distance, Houston said: "Sin, why do you suggest someone who has no talent for shooting to practice shooting?"
　　 "Don't have the talent to shoot?"
　　Mo Mengchen does not agree with this sentence. In his view, what can be learned through training, even if talent is needed, it is not necessary.
　　Some people will never be able to practice shooting, let's not say whether they are serious about practicing, maybe their training methods are simply not right, they will learn what to do without being born.
"Every surgeon must learn to dissect. Surgeons who do not dissect are a waste, and each surgeon has dissected countless creatures before going to the operating table. Even so, there are still many people in the first place. I made a mistake the next time I went to the operating table~EbookFREE.me~ Have you made a mistake?" Hill asked.
　　 "Of course," Mo Mengchen said, "Mistakes are important, failures are also important. These experiences are the key to success."
　　 "He is not allowed now, what about in the future? What if he practices this every day?" Mo Mengchen looked at Houston, "Are you betting?"
　　Houston asked: "What bet?"
"You and my salary for the next year, if Theo practiced shooting, my salary, plus the endorsement income of me and Dura Electric will be given to you. On the contrary, your salary, as well as your endorsement income will be given together I."
　　 This bet is not small.
　　Houston swallowed, he really had no absolute certainty.
　　 "I don't want to gamble with you, is it boring to gamble money? You are so vulgar and boring to the extreme!" Houston made a rare right decision.
　　 "Alan made a good decision, don't you look at when Mo has lost?"
　　 "It's a pity that someone is almost going to lose their lives."
　　 "Do you all think I will lose?"
"no doubt."
　　 Later, they left the training hall, and Ratliff was still practicing shooting, and practiced until he left very late.
　　For him, it is a very heavy burden to practice 2000 goals a day, and this will bring qualitative changes to his shooting, but it still takes time.
　　
　　 He is willing to actively practice shooting, Mo Mengchen is very happy.
The Pistons' lack of thickness inside the team, Ratliff must not only continue to grow, but also grow excessively, he should not just become a basket demon king like Mo Mengchen's previous life, he should become a deadly mid-range shooter and defender Big devil in the basket.
　　 This is what Mo Mengchen expected of him.