You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 266

Matches, interviews, post-match summaries.

It's a normal day for NBA players.

Because today is the playoffs, because today is the fourth game of the playoffs, because today is the night they eliminated the Atlanta Hawks, because this is the night when the team advanced to the semifinals again after six years, because this is Mo Mengchen's first time A game-winning night in the playoffs.

An ordinary day has become special.

Mo Mengchen concentrated his energy as usual, as if none of these things could make him feel tired, he was coping with everything like a robot.

Until finally, he was finally tired.

In the parking lot, his fatigue was evident.

Only one person saw him like this.

"Congratulations, boss."

Madeira said.

"Are Ephraim and the others gone?" Because there were many things to do after the game, Mo Mengchen asked Ephraim and Adrian to go home first.

Madeira nodded and said, "Well, it's already gone."

Hearing these words, Mo Mengchen no longer held on, got into the passenger seat, closed his eyes and said, "Go home."

"You played well tonight."

"I know."

Mo Mengchen closed his eyes and said something to her casually, he thought that Madeira would stop in moderation.

Medela continued: "Your goal was beautiful. You didn't give your opponent any chance. They will remember that goal for the next year."

"I know."

If Madeira was more alert, she would definitely be able to detect the impatience in the tone.

"Just don't know if Grant can come back in the semifinals, if he can."

"You're enough." Mo Mengchen opened his eyes and said, "Don't talk about nothing."

"Oh."

Madeira shut her mouth and drove quietly.

She didn't speak suddenly, and Mo Mengchen was not used to it, but now he didn't want to hear any sound, but the silent Madeira was not Madeira.

Isn't this clumsy, careless woman born to be noisy?

Garryton Apartments

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Mo Mengchen entered it, and there was an extra pair of shoes on the ground, Mo Mengchen knew that Ephraim was also there.

Does he still have the strength to do that now?
Give him a bed, and he can fall asleep in less than a minute. The word exhaustion can describe him at this time. The Sandman and Nightmare are beckoning, and he can't resist unless Ephraim wears wine-red sexy underwear.

Mo Mengchen opened his room, strangely, he didn't see Ephraim.

Mo Mengchen rubbed his eyes, lifted the quilt, and had a faint premonition. When he saw Ephraim hiding naked in the quilt, he felt extremely helpless.

"Doctor Mo, do you want to sleep?" Ephraim asked with a smile.

Mo Mengchen smiled sadly: "Can we just sleep?"

"If you can bear it, I'm fine with it."

"I'm going to give you a technical foul if you look like this."

After a bad clip containing a 404 warning, Mo Mengchen and Ephraim turned sideways, facing each other, and fell into a deep sleep.

Mo Mengchen fell asleep.

He hasn't slept like this for a long time, and he exhausted himself last night, so that he rarely stayed in bed the next day and refused to get up.

Don't want to go to the hospital, don't want to eat breakfast, don't want to train, just want to sleep in bed until I die.

This naive idea reappeared in Mo Mengchen's mind after decades.

Adrian ran into his room in horror, his eyes staring as if a scary woman in red was chasing him; "Doctor Mo, get up, my sister is going to make us breakfast!"

"I'm up!"

Mo Mengchen kicked the quilt away.

Miraculously, when he awoke, he thought of all the horrific consequences of staying out of bed, the one that did him the most damage was his weight.

If you don't eat breakfast, and you consumed too much last night, it is possible to lose two or three catties of meat every time.

Think about how much you have paid to gain weight?
Laziness is simply the most shameful thing in the world.

After Mo Mengchen finished washing, he walked out of the room in good spirits, only to see Ephraim and Madeira hanging up their kitchen clothes and preparing breakfast.

"Mengchen, good morning."

Ephraim's Chinese is becoming more and more standard.

Although she can say these two words.

Mo Mengchen smiled and nodded, then looked at Madeira suspiciously: "What are you doing?"

"Ephraim asked me to help because my boss, who never seemed to fail, was exhausted," Medela said triumphantly.

Adrian pinched Mo Mengchen's arm: "Doctor Mo, do you really not cook breakfast?"

Mo Mengchen originally wanted to do it himself, but seeing Ephraim and Madeira making breakfast so seriously, he, who claims to be open-minded, felt that trust was necessary at this moment.

Therefore, he bowed his head to the 11-year-old boy and said, "Adrian, we should give your sister a chance, she will prove herself." The requirements are not high, as long as they can eat.

"The food made by my sister is obviously terrible, why?" Adrian said in a very small voice, fearing that Ephraim would hear it.

Mo Mengchen said: "No one can make something delicious from the very beginning." Except me.

Adrian didn't understand why Mo Mengchen wanted to kill himself, but since Mo Mengchen had made up his mind, what could he do?
"Doctor Mo, can you teach me how to cook in the future?" Adrian deeply understood how correct the adage is to do it yourself.

Mo Mengchen said: "Of course, when you are older."

"How big is it?"

"At least not shorter than Amir"

"But Amir is not very tall."

The more Medela heard something wrong, she looked back and saw that men and boys were actually commenting on her height.

"Will you focus?" Mo Mengchen scolded.

This Medela was so angry that she directly picked up the kitchen knife, took the whole piece of meat in front of her as Mo Mengchen, and chopped it off one by one. It was comparable to the most exciting scene in "Day in the Academy" - a scheming bitch stabbing a scumbag.

Mo Mengchen turned on the TV to see if he could receive the battle report.

The first round has reached the fourth game, but there is no specific date for the start of the semi-finals, because there are teams from both the east and the west who have not yet finished fighting.

Several teams dragged their games to the final game.

So the Pistons still have a few days to rest, and Hill has a few days to recover.

Seeing this, Mo Mengchen thought of his opponent in the semifinals.

bull.

Even he himself doesn't regard the Pistons as a championship team, so he doesn't regard the Bulls as an opponent. Now that they really want to face each other, they certainly won't sit still.

Just, how can we drag the bulls off their horses, or put them into a bitter fight?

Against the Bulls, including him, the Pistons have no preparations.

Those three losses in the regular season may give them some advantage.

Will the Bulls underestimate them?

Can they use this to do something?
Unknown, many things are unknown.

He fell into deep thought, and Adrian also followed his example and fell into another kind of thinking: Does my sister make delicious food?Or is it that the food made by Amir is delicious?

"Here we come, Heart Sandwich!"

The breakfast collaboration between Ephraim and Madeira is out.

Deep in thought, Mo Mengchen picked up the sandwich and ate it slowly.

He thought too much, and he didn't taste what the sandwich tasted like.

"Boss, how is it? The cooperation between me and Ephraim must be 1+1 greater than 2?" Madeira is confident in her craftsmanship.

Ephraim also looked at them eagerly, because this breakfast was helped by Madeira, and she didn't make any mistakes, so it should be very delicious.

"good to eat."

Mo Mengchen simply commented, but in fact he didn't taste any flavor due to distraction.

Adrian gave a medium comment: "It's a little sweet."

"Gourmet Adrian, don't you know that sweetness is justice?" Mo Mengchen hoped that this brat could keep his mouth shut before he annoyed two women who were trying so hard to make breakfast and only wanted to hear a good review, even though the sandwich was really sweet. It's very sweet.

It is said that the taste buds of Americans have problems due to years of strong sweets, but even a native American child like Adrian thinks this sandwich is too licked, and you can imagine how sweet this sandwich is. up.

Mo Mengchen admired his perseverance, he was able to finish the whole sandwich.

Before going out, Mo Mengchen asked Madeira to show him today's plan.

An operation in the morning.

Hill review at noon.

Training in the afternoon.

Nothing to do at night.

"I can't figure it out~"

"Is this the only way to do it~"

Mo Mengchen was humming his newly written song, and was about to go out, when Ephraim suddenly raised his head: "Sounds good!"

"Thank you lady for your review, you really have taste."

Mo Mengchen found that his mind was always filled with some pleasant melodies, some of which were songs he had heard in his previous life, and some of which were not.

In order to prepare for next year's new album, he has recently written some lyrics in his spare time, but there are only a few songs with feeling, and this is one of them.

"I went to the hospital."

Ephraim kissed Mo Mengchen goodbye.

"Be careful on the road."

On the way to the hospital, Mo Mengchen saw many new posters appearing on the streets he usually walked.

The protagonist of those posters is him.

It was he who said "please witness" in front of the camera after he cast the lore last night.

Please witness.

This has become his personal symbol, and countless people are crazy about him, and his performance has therefore occupied the headlines of many media today.

At the same time, this game also attracted countless fans for him, which indirectly drove the sales of sneakers.

I don't know what will happen after Ethan's identity is exposed?
Mo Mengchen thought to himself.

He is looking forward to that day, but also a little nervous, because his singing skills are not very good. Although he has been practicing all the time, he is still at a near-qualified level so far, and he is still considered a studio singer.

The news of Ethan's rejection of major record companies has spread all over the world, and music fans all over the world are discussing this matter.

What does he want to do?
Which company will he sign with?

Does he want to go it alone?
And one of the most ardent questions: Who the hell is he?
"Good morning, Doctor Mo."

"Morning, Dr. Mo."

Along the way, people kept saying hello to him, and some fans even waited for him at the gate of St. Lucifer Hospital all night.

The kindness of the fans is moving and disturbing.

Their reaction showed that Mo Mengchen indeed had many more fans. When there were more fans, the number of fanatical fans also increased.

What is a fanatic?

An idiot who has nothing to do and just wants to get close to you, even if he follows behind and eats dirt, he has no regrets and no regrets, he is a fanatical fan.

Even if he gave them such a bad review in his heart, Mo Mengchen still had to smile.

I just don't know if these fans can read the dirty words that are about to come out from his stiff smile?

(End of this chapter)