You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 1083
Mo Mengchen and Hill really went to have supper, during which he also told Hill about his situation.

Hearing that Mo Mengchen was not seriously injured, Hill was relieved for a while.

At the same time, Mo Mengchen also expressed the idea that if the series is dragged into the tiebreaker, he will try to come back with an injury.

"Other things are easy to talk about. You'd better think clearly about coming back from injury." Hill said, "How did you persuade me at the beginning? Why didn't you listen to the advice when something happened to you? "

With such a good memory, graduating from Duke University with a 4.5 credits is probably not a bragging -- it wasn't a bragging.

Mo Mengchen asked back: "How did I persuade you at that time?"

Hill remembered that Mo Mengchen said a lot at the beginning, and they had a fierce dispute on the field, but in the end, he was persuaded.

After such a long time, he certainly couldn't remember what Mo Mengchen said, but he still remembered the words that really hit his heart and persuaded him to give up the game.

"For the future." Hill said, "You told me to think about the future, but now you have to bet your future to win or lose for a while, and you may not be able to win."

"future?"

What a good word. Once upon a time, we were young and handsome, with a bright future, and were called the future of the league.

"You are 34 years old, and I am 33 years old." Mo Mengchen asked back, "What future is there?"

"If you play with an injury and it gets worse, you may not be able to get back to what you were before; in other words, if you do the surgery in time and fix it when it's minimal, I'm sure you'll still be able to do it," Hill said. Had a good few years."

What Hill said is actually true, for the vast majority of people on Earth except Mo Mengchen, it is true.

"That's not necessarily true." Mo Mengchen said.

Hill didn't understand why Mo Mengchen said that, and he didn't expect to persuade Mo Mengchen while eating supper.

Since he said that if the series is dragged to the tiebreaker, then wait until the sixth game is over, maybe the young people in the team lived up to expectations and really won the away game?
After supper, he sent Mo Mengchen to the door of his house.

He originally wanted to personally send Mo Mengchen home, but as soon as they stopped outside the apartment, a team of security guards rushed out of the apartment, bringing Mo Mengchen inside like a king.

Hill had to say goodbye to him, and the two parted.

Mo Mengchen was taken to the elevator door by the security guards, and he also asked the security guards to return to their respective posts.

Enter the elevator, quickly ascend to the second floor, and come to the door of the house. All scans are quickly completed, and the door opens automatically.

It was late at night, Ephraim had already rested, and the children had already fallen asleep.

At this moment, Mo Mengchen no longer needed to pretend, he could move forward with difficulty like a normal patient who only had one foot able to bear the force.

No one would laugh at him, and no one would see that the majestic Dor.Mo was so fragile.

"This is self-inflicted." Mo Mengchen whispered.

He went into the bathroom, undressed with difficulty, and turned on the shower.

Next, he turned on the system.

On the attribute template, his overall rating plummeted from 93 to 78.

A full 15 points of evaluation.

Mo Mengchen is not surprised that such a thing happened, just like in 2K games, when players get injured, the score will be weakened.

He is a little more exaggerated.

Due to his injury history, even a minor injury that can recover his sports ability after half a month of rest after surgery has a huge impact on him.

So, for so many years, he has kept his overall evaluation in good health. One is good nursing care, the other is beneficial maintenance, the third is paying attention to rest, and the fourth is the most important point. Without this, everything else is nonsense—he I have to thank God who probably doesn't care whether he is an ant or not.

Thank you for your love.

Mo Mengchen had to say that, because God really couldn't blame God for his injury tonight, his impulsiveness, temper, and thought made this result.

God can let him avoid various injuries, but it can't stop him from dying.

So, Dor.Mo said again: "This is what you have done."

After taking a shower, Mo Mengchen went back to the room and glanced at Ephraim, he didn't go to bed.Because Ephraim is very active when he sleeps, and he especially likes to lift his legs up to hang his body. When he wakes up the next day, he often finds that his body is encircled by a tempting four-clawed fish.

Not tonight, in his current condition, if he is not careful, his injury will worsen.

Therefore, he chose to sleep in the guest room.

This is the first time he has slept in a guest room in room 250 after moving into the Carleton apartment for more than a decade.

This strange bed made him sleep very uncomfortable, and also made him have a dream that he hadn't had for a long time.

The car accident happened again before his eyes. Mo Mengchen knew it was a dream, but he couldn't wake up from the dream like those frightened people.

It wasn't until those things happened before his eyes again, and after it was over, that he was awakened by the rays of the sun the next day.

Injuries, nightmares.

Two bad things happened at the same time, creating very bad emotions in Mo Mengchen's mind.

This morning, the Pistons suddenly announced that Mo Mengchen was suffering from malignant gastroenteritis and would most likely miss Game [-] of the Finals.

This incident caused an uproar.

Countless friends called to inquire about their condition, but Mo Mengchen refused to answer.

Gossip from all walks of life began to come and go.

Informant: "Dor.Mo will play the sixth game."

ESPN: Dor.Mo Game6 is doubtful.

"Dor.Mo will not be traveling with the team." - Fox Sports.

The most frightening news came from the New York Times: "Dor.Mo is expected to be reimbursed for the season."

The rumors were wind and rain again, and none of them seemed to be credible.

On the night of the sixth game of the finals, when the audience couldn't see Dor.Mo, they couldn't help cheering.

What does Momochen mean to the Pistons?The symbol of the team, the leader, the nuclear weapon to deter opponents, the monster who averaged 36 points, 8 rebounds and 8 assists in the finals
If he can't play, the blow to the Pistons is devastating.

"We'll be ready."

Before the opening, Anthony said in an on-site interview.

True, Anthony was ready, but his teammates were not.

After the game started, Frauses realized that it was wrong not to tell them about Mo Mengchen's injury. They were not prepared, and the sudden bad news shattered their fighting spirit.

Early in the third quarter, when the Pistons trailed by 15 points and requested a timeout, O'Neal bent over to show off his strong biceps, then puffed out his chest and leaped into the ranks of the Timberwolves.

However, a double-digit lead is not safe against the Pistons, a team that once swept the league with running and bombing.With 7 minutes before the end of the third quarter, James got his fourth personal foul while defending Anthony, and the Pistons immediately led a 21-12 offensive under his leadership.

Anthony hit consecutive jumpers, and the Pistons narrowed the point difference to 2 points with less than 3 minutes left in the third quarter.

The game in the final quarter was extremely difficult, and the Timberwolves entered the fourth quarter with a total score of 88 points and a 7-point lead.

With less than 4 minutes left in the game, Ginobili's three-pointer helped the team close the gap to only 2 points, and after Hamilton missed a field goal, Anthony grabbed the rebound and went straight The Timberwolves completed dunks at the basket.

The score is tied, the target center is dead silent

After that, James' outburst brought the atmosphere of the Target Center to the peak of the night.

"He believed he could finish games," Minnesota coach Dwane Casey said. "LeBron gave back that trust."

With a three-pointer, a counter-dunk dunk and a mid-range shot that singled out Anthony, James scored 90 points in a row within 7 seconds, killing the game by himself and dragging the suspense of the finals to the final game.

Anthony scored 38 points, 7 rebounds and 5 assists. He tried his best, but the Pistons still lost.

On the big screen outside the Empire Axis Arena in Detroit, thousands of people sighed.

They just came close.

Without Dor.Mo, no one stood up to withstand James' outburst at the critical moment, so they lost.

"If Dor.Mo is here, we win."

What these regretful fans don't know is that their superhero is by their side at this moment.

Mo Mengchen and Hill are located in a secluded location, so they can clearly watch the live broadcast of the game on the big screen without being noticed by the people around them.

Mo Mengchen had been drinking, but Hill only drank a little.

"Don't drink any more," Hill said.

At the end of the game, Mo Mengchen drank a whole bottle of whiskey.

Hill thought he was blaming himself, but in fact he was not only blaming himself, he was also plagued by nightmares these days.

He had never had nightmares with such a high frequency before, but in the past few days, the scene of that day was recurring every night.

The succubus seemed to feel that he had forgotten the past.

But how can you forget that kind of thing?No matter when, Mo Mengchen will never forget it.

"Let's go," Hill said.

Mo Mengchen was so drunk that he grabbed a whole bottle of whiskey and got into Hill's car.

"Where do you want to go?" Hill was sure that Mo Mengchen didn't want Ephraim to see him like this, so he didn't want to go home.

Mo Mengchen bit off the whiskey bottle cap with his mouth. If he saw himself doing such a thing when he was sober, he would definitely punch himself hard in the face.

"Did you know that the Empire Axis Arena has a back door?" Mo Mengchen asked with a smile.

His voice didn't sound sober anymore.

This is the voice of a drunkard.

"I know, what's wrong?" Hill asked.

"Take me in to have a look." Mo Mengchen said, and took another sip of wine.

Hill didn't know what to say to refuse, so he had no choice but to drive the car to the back door of the Empire Axis Arena. Although there were security guards here, the two of them were the golden signs here, and the security guards consciously opened the passage for them.

Mo Mengchen and Hill have entered and exited this place countless times in the past five years, but none of them came in through the back door.

After walking for a few minutes, they walked into the arena, a large arena that can accommodate 3 people, but there was no one in sight at the moment.

Mo Mengchen and Hill entered the field they were fighting for.

Mo Mengchen took a sip of the wine, then put the remaining half bottle of whiskey on the sidelines, walked in unsteadily, every step hurt him, but he didn't let Hill see it, he even used This method successfully deceived Hill - really, I don't feel any pain at all.

In fact, I'm so fucking hurt!

Hill looked at Mo Mengchen, and he walked to the center of the field.

But in the eyes of Mo Mengchen, this is not the Empire Axis Arena, but the Athvega Aviation Arena, the home of the Huskies of the University of Washington.

Mo Mengchen seemed to hear the cheers of the alumni, pure college basketball, there is no intrigue, no conflict of interest, just a pure sports competition.

Mo Mengchen seemed to have seen those people, and his family was on the sidelines.

He seems to be in the NCAA arena.

Nostalgic college game, when he was still a gifted Australian talent.

"Everyone, please focus on No. 12 of the University of Washington." Mo Mengchen said like a commentator, "This kid from Australia is extremely talented. He has already got a quasi-triple-double tonight. He is omnipotent!"

In fact, he just wanted to fight against his grandfather, he wanted to dominate his own life, he was a deviant child, not understood by his family, but his family still loved him.

"He's coming, he's going to attack, and he's going to rule you all!"

"He broke through from the outside!"

"He went to the hoop!"

"His opponent is a seven-foot center from Duke University!"

"He got past everyone, he was unstoppable!"

Hill listened, and he finally remembered that this was a game he played against the University of Washington when he was at Duke University. Mo Mengchen was one of their opponents, and their fate had already been established many years ago. There are signs.

"He looked ahead and saw a good opportunity, his family smiled for him, the fans screamed for him, he saw his great future, and he rushed over!"

Best in America?
NBA champion?

MVP?

champion?
What is waiting for him?
"He saw the family, he saw the future, they were proud of him, and his dad tearfully told the others 'That's my boy!'"

"He rushed in!" Mo Mengchen clapped his hands hard, he wanted to imitate the sound that caused his third ACL tear, but he couldn't.

"He's down again!"

"Students, he fell down and didn't stand up!"

"This is his third injury, he's screwed, his career is over!"

Mo Mengchen looked back at Hill, "He's finished!"

"Will he stand up?" Who was he asking?Hill didn't know. "Yes, I assure you, he will stand up."

"He's going to get up again, just in time to bury his family after that crash."

"Without the support of his family, it's going to take him down."

Fall forever, right?
It should be so.

"No, I still stood up." Mo Mengchen smiled, "I decided to start over, I joined the Pistons. I won the championship, I became Dor.Mo, the best player in the world, I still have a Beautiful wife and four lovely children."

"I, Dor.Mo, have a perfect ending."

It should be so.

Hill watched him turn around, and he didn't know how to stop Mo Mengchen.

"Is this over? No, not yet, I'm cocky trying to set a record, I'm trying to outdo anyone before me, I'm smug running forward, I'm running into Bruce Bowen recklessly!"

"So here it is again, the same knee."

Mo Mengchen sat down slowly, facing Hill: "Will I stand up this time?"

"I wanted to be strong, but the pain was enough to kill me."

"I wanted to tell everyone how pathetic I was, but everyone was expecting me to come back strong."

This is the fate of Dor.Mo, right?
As it should be, right?
Hill didn't know how long these things had accumulated on him, so he walked up to him, sat down, and asked, "You're definitely coming back, aren't you?"

"It should be so."

(End of this chapter)