You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 190 At least today is different
"what is this?"

"your present."

The gift box that Sievers prepared for Mo Mengchen was relatively small, and it was impossible to tell what was inside.

"Could it be a ring?" Mo Mengchen's brain was wide open.

Sievers said: "Of course not, you will know when you go home."

Originally, Mo Mengchen had an operation to do, but the patient decided to postpone the operation because of Thanksgiving. Therefore, Mo Mengchen went straight to Sievers' office after helping the emergency department.

This is his landing place in the hospital, where he used to rest.

He would complain about office fixtures, objects, Sievers' hair, grooming, taste, everything.

"How are you going to spend tonight?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Sievers sorted out the files: "Preparing for work in December, I'm not as free as you are."

"You're not celebrating Thanksgiving?"

It turns out that there are still Americans in this world who don't celebrate Thanksgiving?

"Where do I spend it? Anyway, I'm alone, so it's the same as Thanksgiving."

Sievers doesn't seem to be complaining, and there are no other metaphors, just explaining.

"Alone? What about your family?"

"Long time no contact," Sievers said, "I'm a celibate."

"Oh~" Mo Mengchen stared at her bright red hair, "No wonder a woman under 30 looks older than a 40-year-old woman."

Sievers raised his eyes: "Don't you have anything else to do?"

"Yes," Mo Mengchen said, "Isn't this chatting with you?"

Sievers snorted and continued to fill in the information, sounding like he asked casually: "So, what about you? How do you plan to spend Thanksgiving? You Australian guy should have no Thanksgiving feelings, right?"

"I plan to spend Thanksgiving in my apartment, with my girlfriend and her younger brother." Mo Mengchen ignored Madeira.

"Girlfriend?"

Sievers' tone revealed disbelief and a hint of strange emotion: "A guy like you actually has a girlfriend?"

In the eyes of many people, Mo Mengchen is difficult to approach, he is talented and mean.

His teammates feared and respected him. Hill and Houston were relatively close to him, but they were verbally attacked by him every now and then.

Sievers felt the same way, although she got along well with Mo Mengchen, it was based on her 100% tolerance for Mo Mengchen's complaints.

She didn't know why she was so tolerant, she was not a magnanimous woman.

"Yes, even a guy like me has a girlfriend." Mo Mengchen picked up this embarrassing interrogative sentence and countered Sievers, "So you know how failed your life is? Even if you spend the rest of your life It’s all dedicated to St. Lucifer, and it’s hard to get promoted to the board.”

Sievers looked directly at Mo Mengchen, his blue pupils shimmered, mixed with other emotions: "Isn't it like this for you? Your life is not much better than mine, surgery, training, competition, in comparison, My life is much simpler than yours."

"At least I do different things, I don't feel monotonous. What about you? There are 365 days in a year. Today, a year ago, I guess you were doing the same things as today. So, did you live 365 days after all?" , or only lived for 1 day, but repeated 365 times?"

Sievers looked at the face across the table, only half a meter away.

This nasty face!

Suddenly, Sievers got up and kissed Mo Mengchen forcefully.

Doctor Mo, who was molested, froze in place.

"What are you doing?!"

Mo Mengchen asked inexplicably.

"At least today is different from before." Severs picked up the information and said, "Happy Thanksgiving, Dr. Mo."

Henry Ford Training Center
Mo Mengchen opened Sievers' gift box, which contained a black tie.

"It's beautiful, did you get it from your girlfriend?"

Dumas, who was sweating from practice, came over and asked.

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

Dumas picked up a towel to wipe the sweat off his body, and said, "What's the point? Obviously, except for your girlfriend and mother, I don't think anyone will give you a tie, right? You don't look like a woman." Yuan people are not like me"

Mo Mengchen smiled and said, "You mean to say that you are very popular with women?"

Just you?

Mo Mengchen looked carefully, Dumas's appearance is not ugly, but if you say he is handsome, I am afraid it is difficult to say, he is not like Jordan and Kobe, although his facial features are flawed, he can use his skills and body The aura brought by achievements enhances one's own temperament.

(Jordan has a pair of protruding ears, and I should not be the only one who thinks that Kobe has wicked eyebrows and mouse eyes)
"Don't you think so?" Dumars asked with a smile.

How should Mo Mengchen tell him?

As a teammate, Mo Mengchen has the responsibility to tell him the truth: "Although I am very willing to believe in your womanhood, we have been to many away games, and we have never seen a bunch of women surrounding you in any away game, but many girls will surround you. Ask for autographs and kisses by Grant's side."

By the way, this does not mean that Hill is handsome or very feminine, it only shows that there is a problem with the aesthetics of some American women, just like his baby fat face.
There were a lot of people in the gym, and everyone gave each other Thanksgiving gifts.

It's a custom.

Barkley's shot was very generous, and the things he gave away were very valuable from the perspective of the gift box.

This year, Mo Mengchen had said beforehand that they would not be allowed to send kitchen utensils, so everyone also moved their minds and sent various things.

"What do you guys think of this?" Hill asked.

Hill sent something special, he gave everyone a painting.

Everyone knows that he likes to collect famous paintings very much. He has a painting exhibition hall at home, and this year he even took out some of his collections as gifts.

Of course, not everyone does.

Some people obviously don’t appreciate paintings, such as Wallace, Jerome Williams, Wallace, etc. It’s more down-to-earth to give them paintings than take out a check and buy a few gold necklaces for them.

In fact, Mo Mengchen thought so too.

The knife he's been using to cut up beef has been a bit of a pain lately, and he'd be grateful if Hill could send him a brand new one.

In the end, Hill was wrong. He thought that Mo Mengchen, like him, was a person out of vulgar tastes. Therefore, he sent a valuable painting and said that he would go to Mo Mengchen's home to appreciate the painting when he had time.

If he knew that Mo Mengchen had decided to throw the painting into the warehouse, he wondered if he would take it back.

"Grant, if you are free, practice with me."

After the presents were finished, Mo Mengchen invited Hill to a duel.

In addition to three-pointers recently, one of Mo Mengchen's main skills is practicing low post shots.

He has never been good at post-ups, but with the skill of "Master of Step", he has some advantages in back-ups. In this era, if a tall guard like him can't post-ups, it is a shameful waste.

At first, although I wanted to take the modern route and be a person whose style of play was beyond the times, the result was not good.

If post-ups are inappropriately increased, the team can only rely on Barkley and Hill to work in the low post.

Barkley is getting older, and Hill's back is very stable, but his output alone is limited.

Therefore, it is imperative to develop back hitting.

Barkley is also in the training hall. Now he can walk around normally, and his legs and feet have basically recovered, but he still needs a period of recovery training before he can return to the game.

"Mo, you also play back punching? Is your lower body strong enough?"

Barkley is really not optimistic about Mo Mengchen's back attack. His thighs look too thin and he has no strength at all. How could he get in position?

The results of it?Mo Mengchen stuck Hill to death and caught the ball from Lol with one hand.

"Duke, did you release the water?" Ma Hong asked.

Hill yelled, "No!"

"This guy has this power?"

The whole team was shocked.

Mo Mengchen is ashamed. His idol is Bird. Bird can be said to be one of the best low-post small forwards in history. He can attack and attract firepower in the low post. He is even the best post-back in history passer.

As Bird's brainless fan, Mo Mengchen didn't catch a cold when he hit back.

One is because his body is relatively fragile, and his past injury history made him very resistant to this fierce offensive method;

The second is because he himself doesn't like this kind of attack that looks relatively simple and crude.

Nowadays he has to study because he's in the late 90s.

The guards of this era, if they can't play back, are like those guards who can't shoot three-pointers 20 years later, they are disabled.

Some people can use their golf intelligence to play a different game, but they will definitely lose touch with the general trend.

Think about the dark defensive era that will come soon. If you don't know how to play back, how much can you help the team with just one three-pointer?

His overall rating will get higher and higher, and it is urgent to develop other offensive methods.

The style of the iron and blood defense era is confrontation, heavy defense, and black elbows.

Hill is better at not throwing his elbows, but his confrontation is very strong, especially in the low post.

Mo Mengchen couldn't sit him away, his upper body strength and lower body strength couldn't help at this moment.

His body crashed into Devil Mountain, like the earth hitting the sun, nothing would happen, a small light spot might appear on the sun, and the earth disappeared.

Originated from the instinct in the body, Mo Mengchen took a step back, threw the ball, and Devil Mountain's defense was strong - now!
Mo Mengchen passed the Devil Mountain's defense with a short body, and stepped forward to pick the basket.

However, Hill, who reacted, shot back and knocked off his ball.

The scene was silent.

"Nice footsteps," Williams boasted.

What Mo Mengchen wanted to hear was not this: "What's wrong with my attack just now?"

Barkley's rampant violence just felt that he was a bit soft: "You seem to be avoiding confrontation?"

"I was just dodging the defense."

"No, you are hiding from confrontation."

Mo Mengchen came next, his steps were beautiful.

The "step master" ability seems to have instilled some strange muscle memory in him, and his movements are all instinctive.

It is still a beautiful footstep, but it cannot completely pass the Devil's Mountain.

Another block.

Devil Mountain chuckled and said, "Happy Thanksgiving, Mo."

(End of this chapter)