You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 55 Is Someone Watching Me?

时间：1995年11月11日晚上21:00。

Location: Palace of Auburn Hills, Detroit, Michigan.

Background: Mo Mengchen started for the first time in his career.

Pistons locker room

What Mo Mengchen saw was the Pistons' locker room motto: You can't do too much work in life unless it's all work that makes you feel good.

It's not touching chicken soup, nor inspiring inspiration, just a common sentence, but it is very similar to the temperament of this city.

To borrow a sentence from Wang Chuanjun, it is: I don't like it.

Whether it is for the sake of imposing style or pretending to be imposing, such things as aphorisms should be more bold.

One day, I'm going to replace that motto!

With such an idea in mind, Mo Mengchen put on his jersey.

Tonight's game against the Kings, not the impressively flashy team of the early 21s, but a commoner Kings team led by Mitch Richmond.

"Mo, it's the first time in your career that you're starting, how do you feel?"

When Mo Mengchen walked into the player tunnel, Houston asked, jumping up and down.

"It makes no difference to me."

"The important thing is to win."

These days, his attribute points have been saved to 10000 one after another.

If it weren't for the accumulation of some surgeries, it would be really slow to improve attributes.

During the season, you can't do a lot of training, so you can't improve quickly. To directly improve your attributes, the easiest way is to earn attribute points by playing games or doing surgery to earn attribute points.

After all, a person's energy is limited. Even Mo Mengchen can only focus on competitions and surgeries. As for the hobby of songwriting, he can only do it before going to bed.

After the Pistons entered the field, the audience let out harsh exclamations.

Mo Mengchen glanced at the auditorium, and he found Ephraim and Adrian.

He nodded slightly, and then warmed up.

"Their defense lacks toughness, pay attention to the conduction of the ball!"

Before the start of the game, Collins gave one last order.

"This is Dor.Mo's first start in his career. I hope he can live up to the team's expectations."

The live commentator of the Palace of Auburn Hills is Vinier Johnson. He has concerns about Mo Mengchen. Although the latter has performed well, his injury history is too scary.

His partner Scott Owen said: "Since Detroit dared to let him start, it means that he has no problem, but it is difficult for JD to accept."

Is it hard to accept?
Dumars, who was relegated to the bench, didn't have a hard time accepting it. He just switched positions with Mo Mengchen. One became the starter and the other became the sixth man. The playing time was almost the same.

"How much do you think Dor can score tonight?" Dumars asked.

Michael Curry: "Should be able to get his points per game."

"8 points?"

"almost."

"Make a bet, I bet he got at least 15 points tonight." Dumars said with certainty.

Mo Mengchen is famous for not having a basket in his eyes, and his desire to attack is extremely low. Hearing what Dumas said, others joined in one after another.

There is a reason for Dumas to say that. Tonight, Mo Mengchen's opponent is Teyous Edney.

He is the same player as Mo Mengchen, but he is only 178 cm tall.

In a league full of giants, players of this height are inherently flawed.

"Mo, I heard this is your first start?"

The shorter he is, the more he has a perverted mentality that likes to challenge the big ones. That's what Edney thinks. He started the Kings as soon as he came.

The team doesn't put him on the bench because of his low pick, he has plenty of playing time.

Mo Mengchen didn't look at him at all.

"Unexpectedly, this is only your first start. You have given off so much limelight, why are you not as good as me?" Edney suddenly looked terrified, "Could it be because of your feet?"

Mo Mengchen bowed his head deliberately, making Edney feel a sense of contempt that "the other party can only see himself by bowing his head".

"No, because I'm allergic to dwarves like you, so I didn't start until now." Mo Mengchen responded lightly.

"You fucking talk nonsense!"

"Really, in order to help me overcome this problem, the team deliberately chose this game to let me start. In the end, I still can't overcome the disgust of a dwarf like you."

Mo Mengchen said words that were hard to hear, and walked to the sidelines, and the two sides were about to start jumping the ball.

"It's okay, I'll make your condition worse soon." Edney said angrily.

Mo Mengchen looked surprised, although he is a little shorter, but there is no need to be like this, right?Actually admitted that he is a dwarf?

"Snapped!"

Congratulations to Terry Mills for the rare occasion when he outmaneuvered his opponent at the jump ball.

Mo Mengchen grabbed the ball with one hand, and Edney entangled him like a mad dog. His defense was full of aggression, as if he wanted to scratch the former's body into countless wounds.

This is the home court of the Pistons, and he is a rookie like Mo Mengchen. NBA referees usually like to leave a deep impression on the hearts of rookies.

For such a reckless defense, of course they would not let it go, they came up and whistled directly.

"Why? Is this considered a foul?"

Edney wanted to argue with the referee, Mo Mengchen grabbed the ball and threw it to Thorpe for him to serve.

"His defense is tough?" Thorpe asked.

Mo Mengchen said: "It's just a stinky mosquito biting a lion, nothing more."

Edney was very indignant. For a small guy like him, the defensive end is inherently bad. If he doesn't work hard on the confrontation, these big guys can really easily crush them.

The referee usually condones the pressing of the small man, but tonight's referee blew a warning whistle, and his movements became much smaller in an instant.

Houston saw Mo Mengchen's tactical gesture clearly and thought it was a one-on-one tactic for him. However, as soon as the ball was passed to him, Mo Mengchen went straight into the empty goal and ran fast. Picking, he took a few more glances, and found that Thorpe and others were covering all the way, helping him to hang people one by one.

Mo Mengchen made a big circle, and then went out of the three-point line. The Kings, who lacked a response on the defensive end, missed him completely. They stared at each other, but no one stepped forward to defend.

The CIC king had no choice but to split the ball.

Mo Mengchen received the ball, jumped out of the 45-degree three-point line on the left, and gently and slowly pulled out the basketball. The world seemed to stand still, and the ball-handler pointed the muzzle of a gun at the basket, ordering the ball to speed up and rush to its destination.

"Shh!"

"Dor.Mo hit a three-pointer at the start!"

"Listen to the cheers, everyone loves Dor.Mo!"

Mo Mengchen stood outside the three-point line and looked at Edney who was stuck under the basket, and asked lazily, "Is someone guarding me?"

(End of this chapter)