You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 128 Aggressiveness

early morning
"Mo, I'm too late, Adrian will leave it to you."

Ephraim held Mo Mengchen's hand, as if giving him the greatest hope in this life.

Mo Mengchen has known Adrian for as long as Ephraim. At the beginning, he was only Ephraim’s younger brother, and he even had doubts—Adrian was Ephraim’s son or something—later it was proved that they It is indeed a sibling relationship.In order to please Ephraim, he naturally wanted to please Adrian.When he established a relationship with Ephraim, things began to change.

He was starting to be less patient with Adrian, after all nine-year-olds were the most annoying thing.

The most frightening thing was that Mo Mengchen was clearly disgusted by this, in order not to make Ephraim sad, he still had to endure this wayward brat.

"No problem, rest assured and leave it to me."

Mo Mengchen was so reassuring every time, Ephraim kissed him happily, and then put Adrian's hand on Mo Mengchen's.

"Be good," said Ephraim.

"Don't worry!" Adrian nodded his head, his brows still writhing, like two black restless caterpillars.

God knows what he's up to.

Mo Mengchen just wanted to know: "Did you wash your hands in the morning?"

"Of course, washing my hands is something I do when I wake up every morning."

Even if Adrian's words were convincing, Mo Mengchen didn't believe it at all. When Ephraim walked away, he looked at the time and went to wash his hands.

"Doctor Mo, how far have you and my sister developed?"

"Are you on good terms now?"

"When are you getting married?"

This little boy is a walking questioning machine, and his questions are so many that Mo Mengchen wants to stuff a hand towel into his mouth.

"I can answer one of those questions if you will shut up."

Mo Mengchen had a pleasant expression, as if he wasn't angry at all, if his teammates saw this expression, all of them would be terrified and silenced.

How can a naive kid know how scary Dor.mo is?Adrian just wanted to know why he had to shut up to answer the question.

"Because you have too many questions, a good boy will only ask one question a day."

"Isn't that very inefficient?"

God, this kid actually knows how to be efficient?

Mo Mengchen tried his best but didn't know how to make him shut up, so he finally gave up.

"What do you want to eat?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"I'd like to have an Australian breakfast."

"Okay, I'm going to make a live roasted koala, are you interested?"

Roasted alive?Adrian trembled: "Isn't that too cruel?"

"Don't you know that all of us Australians are very cruel?" Mo Mengchen looked very much like Hannibal played by Anthony Hopkins.

Adrian was terrified: "You are terrible! You and your sister said they were a perfect match! You should get married!"

"Unfortunately, we are still young, and this matter is not planned for the time being." Mo Mengchen laughed.

Then, breakfast came out.

Adrian watched eagerly as the delicious sandwich fell into Mo Mengchen's mouth, and said, "Doctor Mo, good things should be shared with each other."

"Only good children eat my breakfast."

"How can I be a good boy?"

"Don't talk. Can you do it?"

Adrian nodded affirmatively: "It doesn't bother me."

Mo Mengchen thought he had finally subdued this brat, so he handed Adrian's breakfast to him: "Good boy."

He never thought that the harmless child would forget his promise so quickly.

Adrian had just taken a bite of his sandwich and said, "Sister should force you to marry her."

"Why do you say that?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Adrian said it like a seasoned old fritter: "I read in the magazines that every NBA player ends up going bad."

"How did it go bad?"

"Smoking marijuana, having a lot of money, staying out late, hanging out in bars, promiscuity..."

No doubt surprising that a 9-year-old would say those words.

Mo Mengchen was stunned for a few seconds, then said: "You are right, but I will not become such a person."

"I don't believe it." Adrian finished his sandwich.

After that, Mo Mengchen asked Madeira to send Adrian to school, and went to St. Lucifer by himself.

During the playoffs, he has no other arrangements. If he is in Detroit, what he does every day is just training.

Even if he goes to the hospital, he will not have an operation because he has to spend more time on training.

After observing the patient's condition, Mo Mengchen left.

"Mo, is it so early?"

Although Mo Mengchen was never lazy, it was common for him to be late because everyone knew he was going to have an operation.

His teammates couldn't imagine how he could open up patients and train calmly at the same time.

As long as it does not affect the game, the team will not interfere with his part-time job.

After one season, the work in the hospital not only did not affect the game, but spread the nickname Dor. Mo all over the United States. Even Americans who are not interested in basketball know that there is a doctor named Dor. Mo who plays in the NBA.

Mo Mengchen has the highest popularity among level 95 rookies. This is inseparable from Dor. Mo, because his game style does not attract fans.

Only people who really understand basketball will appreciate his game. For fans, they would rather watch Stackhouse play a five-on-one, or watch Stoudemire's fast break than see Mo Mengchen on the court. Running up and down back and forth.

After a game, he may not have a single duel.

Most of the points he got were the unsurprising ones.

Not long ago in the battle with the Bulls, it was the most self-playing game he played in his rookie season. The preview before the lore increased the legend of the game, and the lore hit on Jordan's head shocked the league even more.

More and more people began to pay attention to him.

The person who spoke was Hill, and Mo Mengchen patted the ball and said, "I won't have surgery recently."

Mo Mengchen didn't want them to ask a second sentence for such a problem that could be solved with one sentence.

"Mo, don't you think you play too rigidly sometimes?"

Seeing that Mo Mengchen was practicing three-pointers again, and he was still practicing the long three-pointer distance before the three-point line was shortened.

"Standard?" Mo Mengchen didn't expect this word to be applied to him.

Hill nodded and said, "That's right, rigid."

Mo Mengchen said: "Can you explain?"

It's not that Mo Mengchen doesn't accept criticism. If you want to criticize him, you must have something to say, instead of just opening your mouth and running the train with your mouth.

If it is reasonable, he will accept it; if it is nonsense, then don't blame him for being poisonous.

Hill also knows the stakes in this matter, and this is his personal opinion, which he must speak out.

"You are sometimes too lacking in aggressiveness." Hill said, "If you can increase your personal attack appropriately, we will have more opportunities, the space for positional warfare will be wider, and your vision will greatly increase."

Mo Mengchen said: "Why do you think I lack aggression instead of not having aggression at all?"

Hill smiled: "Counting the playoffs, we played 84 games together. I think I know you very well. Only when there is a crisis, you will show your aggressiveness."

"I'm not saying it's bad, I mean, can't your aggression be properly displayed in the routine?" Hill asked.

If even Grant Hill thinks I'm not aggressive enough, I'm really going to have to look for it in myself.

Mo Mengchen cherishes feathers and is afraid of getting hurt, that's for sure, anyone with a history of injuries like him will be afraid.

Ever since he got the soft and boneless skill, he has let go of his heart.

However, he is still used to playing conservatively on the field.

He didn't know why this happened. As Hill said, showing some aggressiveness in the opening stage can not only help teammates contain the opponent, but also put pressure on the opponent.

"You're right."

Hill thought that Mo Mengchen would spit on him, but he didn't expect that the other party would recognize his words.

Hill gradually knows how to communicate with Mo Mengchen, which is difficult and not everyone can do it.

At first, he would also be angry because of Mo Mengchen's seemingly disrespectful reprimand to the old team members, but later he found that Mo Mengchen just raised some questions simply and rudely.

If his words are not strong enough, others may not even listen to him.

This is his way of urging others. Of course, not many can accept it frankly.

"I gave you my opinion, shouldn't you give me my opinion?" Hill asked.

Mo Mengchen pointed at his position: "I only have one opinion, please raise the damn three-point shooting percentage to 30%."

"Damn! Are three-pointers that important?"

Mo Mengchen hit the iron with three points.

He said as he walked: "If we are weak inside, unfortunately, the opponent's inside is strong, just like the series I can play against the Magic-the size of the space will determine the success or failure of the game."

"But didn't we restrain them very well the night before?"

"You can't expect them to be that off-kilter every night."

"Don't talk about it, let's shoot the ball, please torture!"

Houston walked over with a crutch.

Hill asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"I've heard it gives the most relaxation to the feet," Houston said.

"Although I don't know where you saw it, I'm sure it's a lie!" Hill said, "You've been tricked again."

Mo Mengchen is not in the mood to mess around with them now.

Game 3 is tomorrow, and he is worried about trouble in tomorrow's game.

The Magic will definitely find a way to prevent them from using the pick-and-roll to deal with Hardaway, or Hardaway himself thinks of a way.

It is also impossible for them to continue to beat O'Neal to death because Game2 has proved that O'Neal can't kill people.

So, what changes will they make?

No, maybe no changes are needed.

As long as the internal and external dual cores function normally, they will struggle.

The strength gap is there, the Magic just need to adjust their mentality.

The team that needs to change is the Pistons themselves.

PS: Four updates will continue today, and three updates will be made every day from tomorrow. My old book is not finished yet, and the pressure to update is a bit heavy. Please save some manuscripts just in case. Please forgive me.

　Continue four updates today, and three updates every day from tomorrow. My old book is not finished yet, and the update pressure is a bit heavy. Please save some manuscripts just in case. Please forgive me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)