You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 127 Good things

Atmosphere is a very strange thing.

On the court, there are usually only three atmospheres, normal game, intense game or dead game.

Most teams will start with a normal game atmosphere, and the winners and losers will end with different atmospheres.

The Magic obviously have better strength and talent, but they couldn't find the rhythm under the heavy targeting of the Pistons.

Hardaway believed Mo Mengchen's nonsense and chose to play without the ball, which greatly reduced his power.

O'Neal consumed a lot of energy under the wheel of the Pistons, and, in the fourth quarter, he encountered a foul crisis.

At that time, the Magic trailed by 14 points.

Hardaway finally realized that something was wrong. He wanted to chase points, but they fell too far behind.

The outside trident of the Pistons stood up to fight against him one after another during the time when he was trying to turn the tide.

First is Mo Mengchen's three points;

Alan Houston's CIC;

In the end, it was Hill who opened the heads-up one-on-one.

Especially Hill, he is the only Pistons player who can face Hardaway without falling behind.

During the worst period when Hardaway led the team to counterattack, it was Hill's single-handed fight that contained the Magic's spirit, and the game entered another stage.

garbage time.

In the last 5 minutes, the game became garbage time.

The Magic didn't expect that they would lose this home court, let alone being beaten into garbage time at home.

There are many things that need to be concluded, but for now, they must first accept this sad result.

"1 to 1, the series is back to the starting line."

"The Orlandians didn't think they'd be witnessing a big loss tonight."

"Similarly, the Detroiters will gain confidence, and then they will return to the home court. At that time, they will issue the toughest challenge to the Magic in the rough cheering."

At the end of the game, a green word appeared in front of Mo Mengchen's eyes.

"Scoring in double figures—success."

"Assists in double figures—success."

"Personal Rating of A - Success."

"Achieve a team rating of A—Success."

"Win the competition."

"The reward doubling mechanism for the playoffs is triggered."

"Achieving Achievement: Win first career playoff game."

"Return: 920X2+500."

The mechanism of doubling the rewards in the playoffs surprised Mo Mengchen. He didn't see this when he lost the last game. That is to say, this mechanism will only be triggered when he wins in the playoffs.

Still very reasonable.

As for that achievement, he didn't care much about it, it was just a fake achievement, and the reward of 500 attribute points was only enough to squeeze his teeth.

However, in this way, he earned 2300 attribute points in one night, which can be said to be a harvest night.

With the 2300 attribute points and the 5300 attribute points saved before, his attribute points reached 8000+.

Mo Mengchen turned over the achievement wall, and the next achievement that can be achieved in the playoffs is: winning a round of the series.

In addition, there are some achievements that he has already completed, but the system did not prompt.

For example, hit 100 three-pointers.

You know, he was full-time this season, averaging 53 three-pointers per game with a 2.7% shooting rate.

82X2.7, let alone hit 100 three-pointers, he hit 200 three-pointers, but there was still no prompt.

These two achievements, one rewarding 1500 attribute points and the other rewarding 3000 attribute points, can be regarded as relatively generous returns. Although it is not enough to add attributes, it is better than nothing.

But the system seems to be dead, and there is no response.

So Mo Mengchen took a closer look in the shower room.

Achievement Wall: 100 three-pointers in a single season (extremely small font).

single season?
Mo Mengchen was not in the mood to complain about why the word was so small.

These few words are enough to explain why the system is unresponsive.

The meaning of a single season should be to wait until the end of the season to make a summary. At that time, if the requirements are met, this achievement will be completed by itself.

"It's reasonable." Mo Mengchen thought to himself.

"Mo, are you okay? How long have you been in?" He muttered outside Houston Station.

Houston is the scoring leader of the Pistons in the playoffs, averaging 24 points, 3 rebounds and 2 assists in two games, and the shooting percentage reached 55%.

Playing so well in the playoffs, many teams have already targeted him.

In the summer, he is a free agent, and he can go wherever he wants.

The Pistons naturally hope that he will stay, but the management has hidden worries. After all, Detroit has no advantage over those big cities.

"I'm just about to start washing." Mo Mengchen said.

"Damn it, are you a woman?" Houston asked, "The coach is lecturing outside."

Mo Mengchen accidentally said the truth: "It's all nonsense."

"Ahahaha~~~~!"

It was rare for Houston to hear a satisfactory sentence from Mo Mengchen: "I think so too, so I sneaked in, who the hell wants to hear the post-match summary, what's the point of that?"

It's not that the post-match summary is boring, it's that Collins said it was boring.

A good post-match summary allows players to reflect, while a bad post-match summary will make people flee.

"How do you think I played tonight?"

Houston couldn't believe that Mo Mengchen could still find fault with him after he was labeled like this.

"Fortunately, I didn't make a big mistake." Mo Mengchen's tone seemed surprised.

"What do you mean you didn't make a big mistake? Do you think I'm an idiot who can only make mistakes?" Houston asked angrily.

Mo Mengchen took soap and covered layer after layer of foam on his body. Hearing what Houston said, he couldn't help laughing.

"Self-knowledge is a fine virtue, keep it up."

"Fuck!"

"Yeah~!"

Mo Mengchen heard a scream.

"Stop pretending, I'm not an idiot." Mo Mengchen said.

Houston said miserably: "Aren't you sympathetic? I fell hard!"

"Then are you okay?" Mo Mengchen asked.

“Not good because my soap fell off”

Mo Mengchen had an ominous premonition, he suddenly lowered his head, and sure enough, Houston's soap, which may be dirtier than his mother's shit, was right under his feet.

"Can you pick it up for me?" Houston asked.

Mo Mengchen said with a wooden face: "Please gun from next door to me mellowly."

"Gun? What do you mean??"

"It means I refuse."

"Forget it, I can use it anyway." Houston stood up, feeling some pain in his thigh, "How about it, do you think we have great hopes?"

Mo Mengchen is willing to discuss the playoffs with anyone except Houston.

"No."

Mo Mengchen turned off the shower, picked up a towel to wipe his body, wiped it off, and then went out.

"Well, don't you really want to pick up some soap for me?"

"Do you think that's possible?"

"Okay, call Louis in for me."

Well, it looks like this is not easy to bully, so it is called a bully.

This is the so-called being bullied by others, right?

You still have to be a villain.

"Louis, Alan told you to go in." Mo Mengchen said.

Lol didn't know what was going on inside, and walked into the shower room unsuspecting.

At this point, Collins had just finished his post-match summary.

Seeing that everyone looked constipated, Mo Mengchen knew roughly what happened.

To be sure, Collins' postgame summaries sucked.

"Do you know what is the most fun thing about winning away games in the playoffs?" Dumars asked suddenly.

Most people didn't know, and no one rushed to ask, but they all stared at Dumas curiously, hoping to get an answer from him.

Everyone's curiosity drove Dumars to make the answer public: "The most interesting thing is that the fans will block our way out because they are too sad, and they will scold us with various words."

"Can't afford to lose?" Rhett was very upset.

"This is the fun part." Dumas said with a smile, "Although they will say some ugly things, but we will not be angry, believe me, you will not be angry when the time comes, because you know they are Because of the loss and the grief, you just feel a burst of joy."

Veteran Mark West said: "Yes, it's as fun as fuck!"

He managed to end the subject with a vulgar remark.

The next day, the Pistons returned to Detroit.

That morning, many fans spontaneously came to pick up the plane.

They stole a win at home against the 60-win Magic, which was a huge boost for them.

"Please rest assured, I believe there will be more good things to happen in the future, God bless Detroit."

Dumas said charmingly.

This is the art of language.

He didn't promise directly, but gave an illusory concept.

Fans must think that the good thing is to continue to win, and what's more, they will feel that Dumars is assuring them that the team will advance, but it is not.

This is just a simple scene.

Dumas didn't make a death sentence, even if nothing good happens in the future, he can just evade it like Tai Chi.

Just one thing to pay attention to, beware that there are no reporters on the scene staring at Dumas as domineeringly as Jute and asking "Can you please translate what is a good thing?"

It doesn’t count if the translation is finished, but a notary is needed to ask him to also translate what is a surprise for the translator
The ignorant fans only thought that Dumars gave them a guarantee on behalf of the team, and the fans at the scene cheered loudly.

"What if nothing good happens?" Lol asked.

"It's easy," Mo Mengchen said, "We'll throw you out and let the fans beat you at will. With your body, you should be able to withstand their heavy beating."

Luo Er's expression gradually became bitter.

"You are such a bad person, why don't you go out and get beaten?" Hill couldn't stand it anymore.

Mo Mengchen didn't expect that Hill himself would come to his door when he didn't bother him.

"Under normal circumstances, when a group has an accident, it's either to blame the humble subordinates or the leader himself. If you don't have the heart to let Louis get hurt, then you should take the blame yourself. I believe the fans will definitely beat him up. You have a big fat face."

"You and my face are not fat at all!"

(End of this chapter)