You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 1050

The first thousand and forty-three chapters hang up the phone in order

Hot water fell on Mo Mengchen's body.

Speaking of it, this is like a clever reincarnation.

Mo Mengchen and Hill, the latter entered the alliance earlier.

Anthony and Curry are in the same order.

The latter entered the league earlier to receive training, and has now become an All-Star insider.Once Curry was shy and lacked confidence, but now, he is full of confidence, optimistic, cheerful, and good at communicating, just like another Grant Hill.

As for Anthony. As his teammates said, Mo Mengchen saw with his own eyes that he was becoming a guy who was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Mo Mengchen didn't know what such a change would mean to him and the team, he only knew that such a change would be beneficial to the team.

As a time traveler, the butterfly effect he brought has affected many people, and the people around him are no exception. Curry and Anthony are growing into a completely different person from their previous life.

The outcome of this process, in the end, remains to be verified.

His eyes are closed, and his long, thin hair covers half his face irritatingly.

He turned on the system.

Now, the value of the system is no longer to help him improve, but to allow him to maintain his current combat power.

His overall rating will always stay at 93, which seems reasonable for him who has suffered tragic injuries.

Since two years ago, his attributes have been degraded every year. To use attribute points to add these degraded attributes back, it takes more attribute points than before.

Therefore, his current attribute points are basically put on his body and waited until the attribute degenerates before using it.

He has 50 attribute points, no more and no less.

A casual glance at the system turns it off, and there's nothing to see.

After taking a shower, Mo Mengchen put on his clothes and walked out of the shower room. Only Martel Webster and Louis M. Lore were left outside.

"I didn't say anything bad about you, Dad," Webster said.

"I know." Mo Mengchen didn't expect him to do it for this, "Even if you said it, I didn't take it to heart."

Hearing this, Webster felt relieved.

"I've said it all, Dad is not a small-minded person."

No, I really am.

"Rookie, let's go." Lore said to Mo Mengchen while pulling Webster, "Good night, Mo, Merry Christmas."

Mo Mengchen was the only one left in the locker room. He slowly packed his things. It was already 10 minutes later when he cleaned the closet.

Look at the time again, it's close to twelve o'clock.

Tonight's game was played very quickly, and the press conference didn't waste much time. It was a game that ended relatively early.

After tidying up everything, Mo Mengchen threw the unused things into the corner like everyone else, and walked out of the dressing room.

Ephraim and the others were waiting for him in the parking lot, and Mo Mengchen took a detour.

There are four intersections in the player tunnel of the Empire Axis Arena, each of which can lead to the parking lot. The nearest one is an area heavily guarded by fans, and he has to waste a lot of time to get to the parking lot from there.

Therefore, Mo Mengchen would rather take a longer detour than waste this time.

Mo Mengchen observed as he walked, and was very vigilant. If he saw traces of fans, he would immediately make a detour.

At a glance, there is only one handyman in the corridor.

The handyman saw him, seemed to be confirming, looked at him a few more times, and asked, "Are you .Dor.Mo?"

It's hard to meet someone at the Empire Axis who doesn't know Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen became extremely vigilant, put his left hand into the package, and quickly found a fruit knife for peeling apples.

The security measures of the Imperial Axis arena are top-notch, and it has been in use for many years. So far, there has not been a single violent incident, and the most is theft. This is an unavoidable accident in any place with a large traffic.

Even if it was so safe, Mo Mengchen was not at ease.

This miscellaneous worker gave him a very strange feeling. His memory has always been very good. As long as he has seen him face to face, he has an impression. Since the Empire Axis Arena was put into use, he has been here hundreds of times every year. He memorized the faces of every handyman.

Only there is no such face, it is a strange face.

No, it can't be said to be unfamiliar. The outline of this face feels like he has seen it before, but he is sure that he has never seen this person before.

He held the fruit knife, and if something happened, he could cut open the person's carotid artery as quickly as possible.

"I am, are you?" Mo Mengchen asked with a relaxed expression.

"My name is Underwood, and I'm the new cleaner." He raised his head, and Mo Mengchen could finally get a good look at his face, "My grandson is your fan, and I'm here for this, to be here I thought before the cleaners, if I can meet you one day, maybe I can get your autograph"

Since he was a new cleaner, it was reasonable that Mo Mengchen had never met him.

Mo Mengchen did not doubt the motives of the cleaners. When the Empire Axis Stadium recruited workers, those who had a history of violent crimes were rejected.

Could it be that Mo Mengchen is so lucky that he randomly meets a new cleaner—he looks at least 50 years old—a 50-year-old man who has no violent crime record so far, if he feels evil just because he sees him If he breaks the law, he can only consider himself unlucky.

He pulled his hand out of the backpack, and pulled out a pen along the way: "Where do you want me to sign?"

Underwood fumbled for the things on his body in a panic. He fumbled around and found that there was nothing worth signing.

He was very annoyed, "I'm so confused!"

Mo Mengchen no longer had any doubts, he dug out an unused spare knee pad from his backpack.

His knees are notoriously weak. Every game, he wears knee pads. This habit has been maintained for many years, and it has developed to the point where he can't play well without knee pads.

Some people wear accessories to the game to be cool, and the knee pads are to Mo Mengchen like Hamilton's mask-I feel miserable without them!
"Do you think this is okay?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Underwood exclaimed, "It's so fitting!"

Mo Mengchen directly signed his name on the knee pad.

This is indeed an appropriate autograph item, knee pads are Mo Mengchen's logo, and his sneaker company naturally produced his exclusive personal knee pads, signed with his exclusive knee pads, just like signing with his jersey.

"Merry Christmas, sir." Mo Mengchen said after signing.

Just as Mo Mengchen was about to leave, Underwood stopped him again.

"No, it's all right," Underwood said.

If he came for the autograph, would he not bring the autograph with him?
Resurgent doubts reappeared, but Underwood did not make other requests, so Mo Mengchen entered the parking lot from the elevator at the intersection.

"father!"

Loria ran to him.

Seeing her daughter, Mo Mengchen's doubts about Underwood gradually faded away.

He easily picked up Luria, "Please tell me, is it the Walkman that sounds better, or my game?"

"The Walkman sounds good, and the game looks good too!"

Knowing everything I want at a young age?This is not good, we must learn to be content.

"If you have to choose one?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"Then I will solemnly choose the Walkman," said Loria after "deliberate consideration."

"why?"

Loria, Loria, can you hear Papa's heart breaking?

Luria said: "Because the game can still be watched."

Mo Mengchen lost to her, so he had no choice but to pick her up and put her on the rear driver's seat.

"It looks like everything went well tonight," Ephraim said.

"Yes." Mo Mengchen said.

He sat close to the driver's seat, because Madeira was going home for Christmas, so he had to be the driver tonight.

Mo Mengchen started the car slowly, and the playful children returned to silence in the car. Tonight's wonderful game made them very tired, and they usually go to bed at this time, just because today is Christmas, just because they It's Dor.Mo's child, so wait until now.

On the way home, Hill called as usual.

Since the guy got cleared from the hospital, almost every game night, he's been calling for advice.

Mo Mengchen answered his phone tirelessly.

"What advice do you have for tonight, Mr. John Wooden Jr.?" Mo Mengchen said eccentrically.

"Nothing to teach, you guys are doing great!" said Hill happily.

Mo Mengchen didn't want to disturb the child, so he wanted to hang up the phone quickly: "Do you have anything else to do?"

"Can't we just chat for a while? You have the heart to hang up on my phone?"

Then, Ephraim took the phone from Mo Mengchen's hand: "I'm sorry, Grant, the children are going to rest, good night."

Then she hung up the phone.

Mo Mengchen said while driving: "Actually, you don't need to talk nonsense with him, just hang up the phone."

"That's a little impolite."

"Polite? Are you being polite to this guy?"

"Is there anything wrong?"

"No." Mo Mengchen said, "Tolerance to this guy is cruelty to children."

As a result, Hill did call again.

Mo Mengchen picked up the phone, "What else is there, Mr. Wooden?"

"You mustn't call me Wooden anymore!"

"Since the children are resting, then I won't bother you, just say happy holidays to them for me!"

"Do you have anything else to do?"

"Yes, you are not allowed to hang me"

As soon as Hill finished speaking, Mo Mengchen hung up the phone.

"Why don't you let him finish?" Ephraim asked.

"You don't understand this, do you? What do you think this guy can do with good intentions when he calls?" Mo Mengchen knows Hill too well, "If I continue to answer the phone, he will hang up the phone before me, so that he It's back to the city."

In the end Ephraim was left with only one question: "Does it matter who hangs up first?"

Yes, if I let him hang up on my phone, how embarrassing would I be?
(End of this chapter)