Chapter 417
"Who can tell me what happened to Grant Hill?"

The media bashing came just in time.

"As far as I know, Hill has been one of the most disappointing words of the year."

"Just like the meaning of Hill's name, he has become the biggest obstacle on the way to the Pistons' championship. He blocked the team like a mountain."

"The most reliable guy becomes the deadliest weakness? I like this plot."

It seemed that the saliva from all over the world was spraying towards Hill, which stopped the local Detroit media who wanted to criticize Hill.

The situation facing Hill is already so difficult, and it is impossible for his own media to make it worse.

The series is not over yet. If they are really eliminated because of Hill, it will not be too late to criticize him.

There are still two days before the start of Game6, and the Pistons will travel to Chicago tomorrow.

Prior to this, the team stayed in Detroit to rest.

Mo Mengchen wakes up at Noah Sievers' house.

After chatting with Hill last night, he didn't go home because he was near Sievers' house at the time, and he happened to be very sleepy - he gave himself a perfect excuse - so he left without warning Come.

Sievers led him into the room, and there was some postgame movement.

Mo Mengchen rubbed his eyes, thinking carefully about what he had to do today.

"Have some breakfast."

Sievers didn't seem to know that they lost the game. She had no interest in the NBA at all, and she wouldn't pay attention to the NBA because of Mo Mengchen.

At first, Mo Mengchen was listless.

Until he saw Sievers in a pajamas that just wrapped around his hips, he immediately became more energetic.

"You can show a little more." Mo Mengchen ate the sandwich.

Sievers turned his head and smiled and asked, "Do you want to see it?"

Mo Mengchen has a taste that ordinary people can't understand: "No, then I can know whether women are as good at morning as men."

Hearing this, Sievers looked down: "Don't you?"

Unfortunately, Mo Mengchen didn't, he just said it casually.

"Why did you come to me suddenly last night?" Sievers asked.

It seems that she really doesn't know about the game.

Mo Mengchen said: "I was very sleepy at the time."

"Are you sleepy?" Sievers imagined last night.

It's very pornographic and violent, let's forget it, Mo Mengchen didn't look very sleepy at the time.

Sievers didn't bother to pursue these matters, she continued: "By the way, our hospital has signed a cooperation agreement with the Mayo Clinic on the Scorpio project."

"The agreement includes that doctors from the two hospitals can be invited to perform joint surgery."

In other words.

"You can operate on Lorenta," Sievers said.

Finally, something other than basketball diverted Mo Mengchen's attention. He really needed something unrelated to basketball to distract him.

Too much focus can make him restless.

The 3-2 score was like a rock on him, he couldn't move it away, and unless they win in Chicago and take the game back to Detroit, the pressure will always be on them.

Mo Mengchen asked: "Have you notified Shannon?"

"Not yet," Sievers said.

"Okay, don't inform her for now."

"why?"

Mo Mengchen said: "I don't have time recently, and this is not an ordinary operation, I need a detailed plan."

Based on what Sievers knew about Mo Mengchen, he should have made a plan long ago. As long as the joint operation can be performed, he can start it at any time.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Mo Mengchen returned home.

After the start of the conference finals, he suspended his work in the hospital and shifted his focus to the game.

Ephraim had gone to work, 250 and he was alone.

He sat on the bed, as if he had a pair of eyes that could see ghosts, flicking at the air.

He is preparing to upgrade attributes.

This is the last promotion of the season.

Being promoted to the Eastern Conference finals and being selected to the third team allowed Mo Mengchen to quickly accumulate 8 attribute points. This accumulation speed was unimaginable in the past with the speed of earning points based on games.

8 attribute points, not too much for him now, he needs to find the attribute that needs to be improved most.

These days of training have not changed his attributes.

He began to feel the bottleneck, like a person's upper limit, if there is no system, he may never be able to improve.

It is a bit similar to the potential value in 2K games. The future development of a player is determined by the potential value.

Mo Mengchen is facing a similar problem now, his potential seems to be stuck at 80 points overall rating.

He doesn't believe that training can't improve him, but he can't get to the bottom of it now, so he can only rely on attribute points to improve.

He quickly found the point where he needed to improve: the dribble stop and mid-range shooting.

He only has 60 points for this attribute, which is qualified.

No matter in which era, the middle distance is the killer of superstars. Even in the small ball era, which is considered an inefficient offensive method, the middle distance is also the final decisive weapon.

In an instant, Mo Mengchen raised this attribute from 60 to 75, and from 75 onwards, every step down would consume more than 3000 attribute points.

With this increase, until 80 points, it is estimated that four to five thousand attribute points will be needed if there is no increase.

"Insatiable shit!"

Mo Mengchen cursed and ended the attribute modification.

The overall rating is still 80, no change.

Mid-range has never been considered as Mo Mengchen's regular scoring method. If there is enough space, he would rather choose a drop shot than a jump shot.

Throwing requires space. If he breaks through the opponent and there are people behind him to help defend, he will not be able to make a shot. This is why he needs a mid-range shot.

Attack methods that are not comprehensive enough will be targeted, and the attack will be blocked.

Thinking of the game two days later, Mo Mengchen just wanted to find a place to train and get used to the feeling after adding attributes.

next morning
Mo Mengchen is about to go to the away game.

"Doctor Mo, as you said, will bring the game back." Adrian Kidd Mo Mengchen said to the media.

Mo Mengchen smiled faintly: "Yes, I will bring the game back, and you can still watch the game live."

"My sister and I will cheer you on in front of the TV," Adrian said.

Seeing Adrian's body getting fatter and fatter, Mo Mengchen was very worried about his future, and he looked at Ephraim.Although the other party has the same concerns, the focus now is on him.

"Just do your best."

Adults are more rational, and Ephraim will not ask Mo Mengchen to do something.

Mo Mengchen doesn't need rationality, what he needs now is great determination: "Trust me, I will win."

Ephraim smiled and said, "I just don't want you to put too much pressure on yourself."

Sometimes stress turns into motivation.

Mo Mengchen kissed Ephraim goodbye and met Madeira when she went out. She has been dating recently, and according to her, the date went well.

But judging by her face, it doesn't look like she is lucky.

"Do you want me to go with you?" Madeira has had enough of the damn date, if Meijiayuan is not a website built by Mo Mengchen, she will sue this deceitful website to court.

Since the registration of Meilijiayuan was opened, there have been many couples in pairs, but there are also many people who reported encountering abnormalities.

There are very few people like Madeira who often encounter perverts.

She also didn't know whether she was not popular with men, or if she really couldn't get rid of the bad luck brought by her ex-boyfriend. Why did she always meet perverts when she wanted to date someone?
I thought of the man last night who was very nice, had a good job, and had a good education. He met her requirements in many aspects, but he had an unbearable smell, which even deodorant could not resist. It made her find a reason to leave the scene halfway through the date.

Now, she wished Mo Mengchen would allow her to resume work.

Mo Mengchen thought he was helping Madeira out of her misery: "No, I only have competitions recently and nothing else. You can continue dating."

"But I"

Compared to dating, Madeira would rather be with him, even being ridiculed by him all day is better than dating a group of perverted or physically handicapped men.

"Good luck."

Mo Mengchen didn't notice that Madeira was missing, so he picked up his luggage and went down the stairs.

(End of this chapter)

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