You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 44 Rejection
"Shh!"

"Shh!"

"Shh!"

Terry Mills is in a shootout round with Mo Mengchen.

The first person to throw the ball was Mills. He scored 40 balls in a row, and then made an iron ball and switched to Mo Mengchen.

He thought that 40 consecutive shots would make Mo Mengchen nervous, but the opponent has now scored 100 goals in a row.

"Doctor, if you shoot like this again, there will be no one to compete with you in the future." Mills couldn't imagine anyone who could have a better unconfronted shooting touch than Mo Mengchen.

So fucking scary.

The little finger, ring finger, and middle finger exert force in sequence.

"Although your way of handling the ball is rare, it is also the way of handling the ball that is rare that gives you great stability."

This is what Luke Lal told Mo Mengchen, he had never seen such a way of dialing the ball.

The secret of Mo Mengchen's accurate shooting lies in his fingers. The little finger of his right hand is longer than others, which allows him to find that magical softness when he touches the ball.

"Terry, how much do you weigh?"

After scoring 10 goals in a row, Mo Mengchen asked suddenly.

"104kg." Mills said extremely decisively.

Mo Mengchen didn't believe it: "The best doctor in the world is asking about your weight, don't you want to be healthy? There is no benefit in lying to me."

"110kg." Mills answered with difficulty.

"No, 110KG is your weight when you just woke up. Your daily weight should be 113KG. You are too fat." Mo Mengchen said.

Mills said: "My weight makes it easier for me to get in the paint"

"It also makes you have a greater burden every time you exercise. Fat can't make up for the lack of height, nor can it make up for the lack of strength."

After scoring 170 goals in a row, Mo Mengchen finally missed.

"Lose weight first, then gain weight."

"???"

A question mark on his face.

Mo Mengchen thought he had made it very clear. He overestimated the IQ of this space-type fat man: "I want you to reduce your body fat percentage, and then slowly increase your muscles."

"I've heard that building muscle is hard work."

Mo Mengchen was shocked, how did this guy say such shameless words without changing his face?You are a grown man with a height of 208 cm, hard work?
"Yes, gaining muscle is hard work, but it's definitely not as hard as the hidden dangers of injury caused by your excess weight and excess fat, and the various diseases that will inevitably come to you. If you want to live ten years less, I No comment."

Just as Mo Mengchen finished speaking, Mills missed a three-pointer.

"Mo, someone is looking for you!"

Rhett just came back from going out to buy water.

"I'm training." Mo Mengchen said.

Rhett said, "You might as well go, it looks like a big shot."

What does the big man want me to do?Mo Mengchen said to Mills: "I'll go back as soon as I go."

"Don't worry, I admit defeat, you win this round."

It was not easy to train with Mo Mengchen, his shooting is very accurate, and his precise shooting always makes those who call themselves shooters feel ashamed.

While trying to shoot, he will also talk about various experiences.

From the stability of shooting to various health indicators of the body, especially people like Mills who are out of shape, often become his targets.

He is still just a rookie, if he accumulates a few years of experience, is there anyone in this world who can stop him from poisoning the common people?
"Rookie, are you avoiding training?"

Seeing Mo Mengchen go out, Houston followed.

"Yes." Mo Mengchen replied bluntly.

"You bastard, I haven't escaped training, how much are you?" Houston muttered and followed.

Hill called Rhett to his side; "You said someone big is looking for you?" "Yes, big shot!" Rhett nodded affirmatively.

"What is your basis?"

"That person drove over in a luxury car and prepared a lot of gifts for Mo. Those things alone cost tens of thousands, if it's not a big shot."

Hill gave Dumars a look.

"You train well." Dumas turned Reid's body around and walked out of the training hall with Hill.

It's no wonder that Reid would say that this man is a big shot. He drove a BMW E34, and there were two blonde beauties in the car, and he brought a lot of presents.

"Hello, Doctor Mo."

He looks very young, he may not have graduated from college, but he is polite, with a friendly smile on his face, which can easily bring strangers closer.

"Mo, who is this?"

Houston recognized the opponent's luxury car at a glance. To him, it was nothing. Such a car was like a hard-earned BMW to ordinary people, but he didn't take it seriously. There were better ones in his garage.

"I want to know too." Mo Mengchen looked at the noble young man who seemed to have a good impression of him, "Who are you?"

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Jacques Dura, you must know who I am."

He believed that his elder brother must have left a deep impression on Mo Mengchen, and he believed that the other party could guess his purpose of coming here.

Your son's arrogance always makes people feel uncomfortable.

"Mo, who is he?" Houston didn't expect for a moment that the noble man in front of him was the second son of the behind-the-scenes owner of Dula Electric, which can be seen all over the street.

Mo Mengchen smiled lightly: "I don't know either."

Hearing this, little Du La's expression changed: "Doctor Mo, you don't know who I am?"

"So who are you? We still have training. If you are just a fan and admire us and bring these gifts, we will accept them. But we still have training. Please don't disturb us." Houston muttered Then he picked up the gift on the ground.

Does this person know how to be polite?

Mo Mengchen glared at him, but CIC Wang didn't have any self-knowledge, he really thought that he was kind enough to give gifts.

"Mo, send this fan away quickly, we still have to train!"

Houston said loudly, and walked into the training hall with gifts, just bumped into Hill and Dumars who followed out, and after explaining the situation, he went in with the gifts and shared them with others.

Headache, headache!

"You really don't know me?" Little Doula still didn't believe it.

Mo Mengchen knows what his surname means, and he can roughly guess the identity of this person, and even infer the purpose of this person through his identity, but he really hates the self-righteous CP
"Why should I know you?" Mo Mengchen asked back.

"Then let me introduce myself again. My name is Jacques Dura. Solomon Dura is my father. Tetek who went to St. Lucifer Hospital for consultation a while ago is my elder brother. Doctor Mo, now you know right?"

"what can I do for you?"

Little Du La said with a faint smile: "Doctor Mo, people don't say dark words. A few days ago, my father failed the operation."

"Is he okay?" Mo Mengchen asked casually.

"It's okay, but the operation was stopped and complications were caused. Now the situation is critical." Little Dora said, "There are still doctors who are willing to operate on my father, but he doesn't believe in anyone, he only believes in Ace Michael. Dr. S."

"And Dr. Michaels recommended only you."

"No, I'm just a young, ignorant, incompetent doctor who likes heresy, please hire another wise man. There are many old doctors with better skills and more experience than me in this world. These are the words of another Dora."

There was a faint mockery on Mo Mengchen's face.

"Doctor Mo, Tetek is not targeting you, he is targeting me." Little Doula said, "I recommended Dr. Michaels to my father. As long as I support it, Tetek will definitely oppose it."

Mo Mengchen didn't want to know about the struggles of these wealthy families, he was not interested in the whole story.

"So what? It doesn't affect my decision. I have an operation every two days, and I personally select each patient. Your father is no more noble than other patients. My operation list for the next month is all on the list." It’s full, I’m sorry, but you gave up this opportunity.”

"I still have training, excuse me."

After Mo Mengchen finished speaking, he turned and left without giving Little Du La any chance.

Little Du La didn't expect that he would be rejected, Mo Mengchen didn't give him face, and he didn't give Du La these two literal face.

"This guy is even more difficult to get along with than the one in the legend." Little Doula shook her head secretly.

One failure does not make him give up, think about his father, think about his own future, think about who will take the top spot in Dura Electric in the future, what is the neglect in front of him?
Mo Mengchen just walked into the training hall and found a pile of paper scraps, which the group had already sorted out.

Mo Mengchen walked through them with a smile on his face, neither happy nor sad.

Soon, Noah Sievers called Mo Mengchen.

"Mo, you should have met little Dora."

"You mean that self-righteous son?"

"Little Dora isn't that bad, right?"

"Are you here to persuade me?"

"No, I just want to know what you think."

"The opportunity is rare, so make it difficult for them."

"Embarrassing them?"

Sievers frowned. "I'm not good at this kind of thing."

"Think about that Dora before adding a few nasolabial folds to your face, I believe you know how to embarrass them."

"Who do you say has nasolabial folds on his face?"

"Sorry, I slipped my tongue."

"you!"

(End of this chapter)