Chapter 264: Smile with dirty words

Competitions, interviews, summaries after the game.
For nba players, this is an ordinary day.
Because today is the playoffs, because today is the fourth game of the playoffs, because today is the night when they eliminated the Atlanta Hawks, because this is the night when the team advanced to the semifinals again after six years, because this is the first A night to hit lore in the playoffs.
An ordinary day has also become special.
Mo Mengchen concentrated on his energy as usual, as if none of these things could make him feel tired, he handled all things like a robot.
Until the end, he was finally tired.
In the parking lot, his fatigue became clear.
Only one person saw him like this.
"Congratulations, boss."
Said Medela.
"Ephraim, are they gone?" Because there are still many things to do after the game, Mo Mengchen asked Ephraim and Adrian to go home first.
Medela nodded and said, "Well, it's gone."
Hearing this sentence, Mo Mengchen no longer supported, entered the passenger seat, closed his eyes: "Go home."
"You played well tonight."
"I know."
Mo Mengchen closed his eyes and dealt with her casually. He thought that Medela would be enough.
Medela continued: "Your lore ball is very beautiful, without giving your opponent any chance, they will remember that ball for the whole year."
"I know."
If Medela was a little more alert, she would definitely be able to detect impatience in her tone.
"Just don't know if Grant can come back in the semifinals, if he can"
"You're enough." Mo Mengchen opened his eyes and said, "Don't be speechless."
"Oh."
Medela closed her mouth and drove quietly.
She suddenly didn't speak, and Mo Mengchen wasn't used to it, but now he didn't want to hear any sound, but Medela, who didn't speak, was no longer Medela.
Isn't this awkward and careless woman born to make noise?
Garryton Apartments
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Mo Mengchen entered it, and there were more shoes on the ground. Mo Mengchen knew that Ephraim was there.
Does he still have the energy to do that now?
Give him a bed, he doesn’t need a minute to fall asleep. The word tired can explain him at this time, and the nightmare is also beckoning. He can’t resist unless Ephraim puts on a burgundy underwear.
Mo Mengchen opened his room, and strangely, he did not see Ephraim.
Mo Mengchen rubbed his eyes and lifted the quilt. There was a slight hunch. When he saw Ephraim's clothes hidden in the bed, it felt helpless.
"Doctor Mo, do you want to sleep?" Ephraim asked with a smile.
Mo Mengchen smiled sadly: "Can we just sleep?"
"If you can bear it, I have no opinion."
"I'm going to give you a technical foul if you look like this."
After a bad clip with a 404 warning occurred, Mo Mengchen and Ephraim each sideways, facing each other, and fell asleep.
Mo Mengchen fell asleep.
He hasn't slept like this for a long time. Last night, he was so exhausted that he rarely relied on the bed the next day.
I don't want to go to the hospital, I don't want to eat breakfast, I don't want to train, I just want to sleep in bed until I die.
This naive idea reappeared in Mo Mengchen's mind after decades.
Adrian ran into his room in horror, his eyes glared like a scary woman in red chasing him; "Dr. Mo, get up, my sister is going to make breakfast for us!"
"I'm up!"
Mo Mengchen kicked off the quilt.
Like a miracle, after getting up, he thought of the horrible consequences of Lai bed, one of the most harmful to him is weight.
If you do not eat breakfast, plus the excessive consumption last night, this time, it is possible to drop two or three pounds of meat.
Think about how much you have paid to gain weight?
Laziness is simply the most shameful thing in the world.
Mo Mengchen finished washing and walked out of the room energeticly, but saw that Ephraim and Medela were preparing breakfast with their kitchen clothes hanging.
"Dust, good morning."
Ephraim's Chinese is becoming more and more standard.
Although she would say these two words.
Mo Mengchen nodded with a smile, then looked at Medela suspiciously: "What are you doing?"
"Ephraim asked me to help, because my boss who seemed to never fall was exhausted." Medela said triumphantly.
Adrian pinched Mo Mengchen's arm: "Doctor Mo, do you really not make breakfast?"
Mo Mengchen wanted to do it himself, but seeing Ephraim and Medela making breakfast so seriously, he prides himself on being open-minded and feels that trust is necessary at this moment.
Therefore, he bowed his head to the 11-year-old boy and said, "Adrian, we should give your sister a chance, she will prove herself." The demand is not high, just eat.
"Sister's stuff is obviously unpalatable, why?" Adrian feared that Ephraim would hear it and said in a very small voice.
Mo Mengchen said: "No one can make things delicious at first." Except me.
Adrian doesn't understand why Mo Mengchen wants to take his own way, but since Mo Mengchen's mind is decided, what can he do?
"Dr. Mo, can you teach me how to cook in the future?" Adrian deeply understood how correct it is to say that he is self-sufficient.
Mo Mengchen said: "Of course, wait for you to be bigger."
"How old is it?"
"At least not shorter than Amir"
"But Amir is not very high"
Medela's voice wasn't right, and looking back, the man and the boy were actually commenting on her height.
"Will you focus on it?" Mo Mengchen yelled.
This Medela was so angry that she directly picked up the kitchen knife, and took the whole piece of meat in front of her as Mo Mengchen, chopping it down with a knife, just like the most exciting scene in "In the School"-the scheming bursting into the man.
Mo Mengchen turned on the TV to see if he could receive the report.
The first round has reached the fourth game, but there is no specific date for the semi-finals, because both the east and the west teams have not ended the battle.
Several teams dragged the game to the last game.
Therefore, the Pistons have a few days to rest and Hill has a few days to recover.
Seeing this, Mo Mengchen remembered his opponent in the semifinals.
bull.
Even he doesn't regard the Pistons as a championship team, so he didn't regard the Bulls as an opponent. Now they really have to match up. Of course they won't sit still.
It's just, how can we drag the bulls off the horse, or put them into a hard fight?
The Pistons have no preparation for the Bulls, including him.
Those three losses in the regular season may give them some advantages.
Will the Bulls underestimate them?
Can they use this to do something?
Unknown, many things are unknown.
He fell into contemplation, and Adrian learned what he looked like, and fell into another kind of thinking: what did her sister make delicious? Or is the food made by Amel delicious?
"Come on, love sandwich!"
The breakfast of Ephraim and Medela was released.
The thought-provoking Mo Mengchen picked up the sandwich, and ate slowly.
He thought too much and didn't show the taste of this sandwich.
"Boss, how is it? My cooperation with Ephraim must be 1+1 greater than 2?" Medela had full confidence in her craft.
Ephraim also looked at them eagerly, because Medela helped her for this breakfast, she did nothing wrong, it should be delicious.
"good to eat."
Mo Mengchen simply commented that in fact he didn't taste anything because of distraction.
Adrian gave a middle comment: "A little sweet."
"Gourmet Adrian, don't you know that sweetness is justice?" Mo Mengchen hopes that this little devil can close his mouth before annoying two women who have tried to make breakfast and just want to hear a good comment, although this sandwich is really It's very sweet.
It is said that the taste buds of Americans have been affected by years of intense sweets, but even the native American children like Adrian feel that this sandwich is too licking, you can imagine how sweet this sandwich is. Too.
Mo Mengchen admired his perseverance, he could actually finish this whole sandwich.
Before going out, Mo Mengchen asked Medela to show him today's plan.
An operation in the morning.
Noon Hill review.
Afternoon training.
There is nothing to do at night.
"I can't think of it~"
"Is this the only way~"
Mo Mengchen hummed his newly written song, ready to go out, and Ephraim suddenly raised his head: "Nice!"
"Thank you for this lady's comments, you are really tasteful."
Mo Mengchen found that his mind was always filled with some beautiful melodies, some were songs that had been heard in the previous life, some were not.
In preparation for next year's new album, he also recently wrote some words in his spare time, but there are only a few of them, which is one of them.
"I went to the hospital."
Ephraim kisses farewell to Mo Mengchen.
"Be careful on the road."
Mo Mengchen's way to the hospital ~ EbookFREE.me ~ saw many new posters appearing on the streets that usually travel.
The protagonist of those posters is him.
It was his "please witness" that he made to the camera after casting a lore last night.
Please witness.
This has become his personal symbol, and countless people are crazy for him, so his performance has dominated the headlines of many media today.
At the same time, this game also attracted countless fans for him, indirectly driving the sales of sneakers.
I don't know what will happen when Ethan's identity is exposed?
Mo Mengchen thought.
He was somewhat looking forward to that day, and he was also a little nervous, because his singing skills were not very good. Although he has been practicing all the time, he is still only about the qualified level so far, and he is still regarded as a studio singer.
The news that Ethan rejected major record companies has spread throughout the world, and fans all over the world are discussing this matter.
What does he want to do?
Which company will he sign?
Does he want to go it alone?
There is also a question people are most passionate about: who is he?
"Dr. Mo, good morning."
"Early, Dr. Mo."
Along the way, people kept saying hello to him, and some fans even waited for him all night at the entrance of Saint Lucifer Hospital.
The kindness of the fans is touching and upsetting.
Their reaction showed that Mo Mengchen did have many more fans, and the number of fanatics increased as well.
What are fanatic fans?
If you are idle, you just want to get close to you, and even an idiot who has no complaint and no regrets even if you follow behind, is a fan.
Even with such bad reviews in their hearts, Mo Mengchen still has a smile on his face.
Just wonder if this group of fans can read the outrageous dirty words from his stiff smile?
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