You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 426 Life is precious

In order to recharge his energy, Mo Mengchen slept on the same bed as Ephraim last night, but did nothing.

Even if Ephraim stripped down to his underwear in front of him.

Mo Mengchen's heart is as hard as a stone, and Ephraim once thought that she was not charming enough.

"Tonight's game, we will go to the scene to cheer for you."

This morning, Ephraim said to Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen didn't want to think about tonight's game at this time. The battle was imminent. For them and the Bulls, this was the most important game of the season.

Winners move forward, losers stay.

"What do you want to eat in the morning?" Mo Mengchen changed the subject.

Ephraim laughed and said, "Have you forgotten what day it is?"

"Isn't it the weekend?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Ephraim nodded and said, "Yes, weekend, what day is weekend?"

Just getting up made Mo Mengchen very unconscious, and he thought about it for a while.

Weekend, Ephraim's breakfast day.

"It seems that I can be lazy." Mo Mengchen said with a smile.

Although Ephraim has no talent for cooking, there is nothing wrong with the words "practice makes perfect". She only helps Mo Mengchen and Adrian make breakfast on weekends every week, and she will practice whenever she has time.

Mo Mengchen and Adrian worked as a guinea pig for two years, and gradually let her practice a little bit of craftsmanship, and the things she made were no longer as unpalatable as before.

However, even if Ephraim has improved, Adrian doesn't like to eat what she cooks.

"Doctor Mo, you are going to play such an important game tonight, don't you want to have a good breakfast to start the day well?"

The little fat man can really talk.

Mo Mengchen replied with a smile: "Yes, so we will have breakfast made by Ephraim."

Adrian bowed his head silently, feeling extremely bad.

After a while, Madeira came over and rushed through the door.

"Amier, have you eaten?" Madela just made a plate of egg pancakes.

Madeira took one casually: "I'm thinking about what to wear to a date tonight."

"I think that black dress is quite suitable." Ephraim suggested.

"A date?" Adrian asked. "Aren't you coming to the game tonight, Amir?"

Madela casually took a bite of the egg pancake, and couldn't help but praise Ephraim's cooking skills: "It's so delicious, I can't believe you made it."

Ephraim smiled contentedly and said, "I'll make progress too."

Hearing that Madeira didn't go to watch the match tonight because of her date, Ephraim felt very comfortable, because sometimes Mo Mengchen and Madeira got too close.

Their work relationship led them to be together every day, and when Madeira moved into the Garridon apartment, they even lived next door.

Madela was still very beautiful, so it was impossible for Ephraim to have other thoughts in her heart.

For such an important game tonight, Madeira should go to the scene to cheer for Mo Mengchen no matter what the reason is, but she has to give up the game to go on a date.

This is simply fantastic.

Ephraim was ashamed of being suspicious of Madeira. She and Mo Mengchen were indeed just working partners and friends.

Adrian asked ignorantly, "Amir, aren't you coming to watch the game tonight?"

Madeira said softly: "There are 2 people cheering for the Pistons at the scene, and I am one of them."

Mo Mengchen glanced at her.

She looked back boldly: This is what you said!
What is she angry about?Mo Mengchen couldn't understand these women anymore.

After breakfast, Mo Mengchen took the things needed for training and competition, and drove to the Henry Ford Training Center alone.

The training hadn't started yet, but he came early.

"Mo, why did you come so early today?" the security guard asked with a smile.

Mo Mengchen said: "I can't stay at home."

After saying that, he carried his backpack and walked into the training hall.

Watching him walk into the arena, the security guard said, "It's a pity you weren't the first one to come."

Hill came earlier than him.

Mo Mengchen put down his things and took a closer look. Duke's top student was already sweating profusely.

"If you can't run at night, don't use this as an excuse."

Mo Mengchen's voice suddenly sounded.

Hill stopped and looked back: "If I remember correctly, this is the first time we played a tiebreaker."

That's right, it's the first time.

Tonight's game can also be called a battle of life and death. If you don't win, you will go home.

The last time they played this kind of game was two years ago, when Mo Mengchen was still a rookie, and they played against the Magic until the last game in the playoffs.

They lost.

They have no experience in defeating opponents in life and death battles to win.

Hill wanted to find touch on the outside, but his shooting was always so awkward.

His shooting posture is definitely the least Jordan-like thing about him.

How cool is Jordan, how can there be a successor like him?
Mo Mengchen asked: "I want to know who taught you this shooting?"

Hill made a three-pointer.

The feel is too bad, and he is not so strong during training. He came early to practice shooting in order to find the feel in advance, but the more he practiced, the more inaccurate he became.

Hearing Mo Mengchen's question, Hill replied: "I practiced it myself, no one taught me."

"No wonder, if a coach really taught you to shoot like this, you should hire an assassin to kill the guy who misled his son." Mo Mengchen said regretfully.

Hill's skills are already very comprehensive, except for three-pointers, there are basically no shortcomings.

His mid-range accuracy is good, his first step is explosive, and he has the ability to change direction quickly like a guard.

Within the three-point line, as long as he is selfish, he can hit the scoring champion by relying on mid-range shots and breakthroughs.

"Do you think my posture needs to be changed?" Hill asked seriously.

Mo Mengchen said: "Need."

Hill's posture affects not only his three-pointers, because the shooting posture is forward, and it is easy to interfere with defense. As long as he jumps high enough, Hill's height advantage will be in vain.

His shooting form is like a disaster, it's hard to describe.

Mo Mengchen is really sorry, because he could have more influence on the offensive end, but he was restricted because of his poor shooting posture since he was a child.

Hill stopped talking and continued to shoot.

Mo Mengchen also took out a ball from the iron cage where the basketball was installed, and walked to the basket that was usually used to practice shooting.

This is his dedicated shooting field, and there is no net in this basket.

Outside the arc top three-point line, a jumper shot.

The ball goes in.

Mo Mengchen walked to the next shooting point, and the basketball hit behind the basket and flew towards Mo Mengchen's next receiving point.

This is a game he likes to play very much.

When he feels good, he can shoot dozens of balls like this in a row, and he doesn't need to break the rhythm to pick up each ball.

His shooting efficiency is in stark contrast to Hill, who is constantly dribbling and hitting irons and running around.

If someone divides the shooting screen of the two into two sides for comparison, the intuitive feeling will be more obvious.

At noon, there were still only Mo Mengchen and Hill in the training hall.

They were all sweaty, and Hill looked like he could take Sean Kemp's nickname and use it for himself.

"Let's go have a meal together."

Hill offered to do so.

Mo Mengchen threw the ball into the iron cage where the basketball was placed from a distance.

Hill was envious and wanted to do it, which was easier than making a three-pointer.

结果
"It's hard to find someone who feels worse than you." Mo Mengchen's sarcasm drove Hill mad.

He ran to pick up the ball, obviously he could put the ball directly into the iron cage, but he insisted on running to the original position and throwing it in with Mo Mengchen's method.

This time he did it, but basketball is determined to fight him today.

Hill's ball flew into the cage, collided head-on with a ball, and bounced out again, farther than the last time.

"hateful!"

Mo Mengchen "kindly" suggested: "If you want to play so much, you can stay and continue playing. I'll go eat first."

"You can't leave me!"

Hill yelled.

I am deaf.

When Duke's top student is messed up, Mo Mengchen will not spoil him. If he wants to continue to vote, then continue to vote, but don't expect him to waste time here with him.

Life is precious. For a person who has died twice and lived three lives in the past and present, every second is precious.

In the end, Hill also failed to put the damn ball in the iron cage, leaving it lying alone on the ground.

In the afternoon, Alan Houston came to the training hall, and he was the first person to arrive here.

Seeing a ball on the ground that no one cares about, he walked over, picked it up, and complained: "The quality of people nowadays is really getting lower and lower."

(End of this chapter)