You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 632
The next day, the Pistons official: Forward Grant Hill suffered a third-degree sprain in his right ankle and will miss 5-6 weeks.

After the news came out, demons and ghosts from all walks of life were dispatched one after another.

"Detroit Blue Flag" looked down on the Pistons in this way: "Lost the best player in the team, and Dor.

As a team in the East, the New York media made fun of the Pistons: "The car has lost its wheels, the knight has lost its horse, and the soldiers have run out of bullets. How can they fight?"

"Should we expect Dor.Mo to fill in Hill's average of 28 points, 10 rebounds and 7 assists per game?"

Even some media that support the Pistons are pessimistic.

Most of the media are pessimistic, and some retired players have also commented on this, and almost no one is optimistic about the Pistons.

Early this morning, Mo Mengchen came to the hospital to examine Hill.

A doctor like him wasting his time on a sprained ankle is considered a waste even inside the hospital.

"Looks like Tamia didn't fight you on the bed for [-] rounds last night just to comfort you, that's good."

Mo Mengchen inspected for a long time, and said this sentence.

"Hmph, vulgar guy!" Hill said, "I found out that being hurt has its benefits. I now have a lot of time to listen to fetal movements every day. Do you know that Tamia is pregnant with a boy? No, you definitely don't know, because you I don’t even dare to propose, haha~~”

Is this guy who can't even take care of himself having a baby soon?Poor little guy.

Recently, Hill always used Tamia's pregnancy to show off in front of Mo Mengchen. The accident that forced him to propose to Tamia at the beginning has now become a capital for showing off.

Grant Hill was really full of all kinds of cold humor that made Mo Mengchen laugh.

"I believe you already know how to prevent the injury from getting worse." Mo Mengchen took him to his office, "I'll teach you a few moves, and you can practice them yourself when you have time."

Seeing his serious look, Hill wanted to smile, but then he became serious.

Come and go, a total of 20 movements, in fact, are relatively common ankle sprain recovery movements [-] years later, but they are not yet popular.

"Does it work?" Hill asked.

"I do it every day."

"You're not hurt."

"Yeah, I do it every day so I don't get hurt."

Mo Mengchen himself is the best advertisement, everyone around him knows what kind of injuries he has experienced, and how he takes care of himself is also a secret that many people want to know.

"What else needs to be done?" Hill asked.

It was rare to have such a serious atmosphere, and Mo Mengchen couldn't bear to destroy it, so he took out a book about sports recovery from the drawer.

"If you want to prevent injuries as much as possible, I suggest you take this rare vacation to read this book carefully." Mo Mengchen said.

Hill accepted the book and suddenly asked, "What are you going to do next? Without me, the game must be very difficult, right?"

He said it very narcissistically and a little proudly.

Statistically, he's the most important player for the Pistons.

"do not know."

Henry Ford Training Center
The lack of Hill's training hall always makes people feel a little depressing.

During training, Mo Mengchen was the most difficult person to approach, he was full of aggressiveness, he would bite anyone who approached him, without exception.

With Hill here before, there is still a buffer for this one-sided suppression.

Now that Hill is away, everyone is very nervous.

"Grant will be away for a while, and we will fight for him next!" Westphal said something that everyone was tired of hearing.

In the intra-team match that day, because of Hill's absence, Ricky Davis, who had always been a teammate with Mo Mengchen, went to the black team.

Without Hill, the black team's momentum was inexplicably lower.

The black team succeeded in the jump ball, but Davis did not dare to break through and took a jump shot directly.

It was difficult to hit a nervous shot, and Rashid took the rebound and handed it to Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen sprinted quickly, knocked away Davis who was trying to stop him, and scored a layup.

"Are you the ones that the media say you can't do anything without Grant?"

Seeing that the black team was lifeless, Mo Mengchen deliberately stayed in the front field and asked indifferently.

Then, he took the initiative to defend Davis.

"Ricky, a fox next to a tiger will never be successful, do you agree with this sentence?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Davis didn't dare to answer. He dribbled the ball carefully and tried to attack. In fact, his breakthrough is the most suitable for dealing with Mo Mengchen.

His starting speed is fast, and his physical fitness is strong, which is exactly the type that Mo Mengchen is the most incapable of dealing with.

"You don't even dare to say a word of rubbish, so you want to take Grant's place?" Mo Mengchen suddenly jumped up.

Davis was shocked, the more flustered the easier it was to make mistakes, and accidentally stepped out of bounds.

"This guy is going to be scared out of his wits. Has no one come to comfort him?"

Mo Mengchen asked loudly.

Houston came over and dragged Davis away, at least he looked like an old player.

The white team served the sideline ball, and Mo Mengchen dribbled the ball to the frontcourt, calling for Lore, and the two cooperated in a high position.

Facing Davis, Mo Mengchen showed that he was too lazy to single him, and passed the ball back to Lore.

Lol scored a three-pointer.

"Ricky, are you really worthy of starting?" Mo Mengchen looked at him incredulously.

"I deserve it!"

Suddenly, Davis replied.

"No, seeing you look like birds, I guess your mother can't rest at home to recover from her injuries. Why don't we call him and ask him to come back with his injuries?"

The more and more dense trash talking ravaged the will of the players.

Mo Mengchen's trash talk was mean, but it had never been as intensive as it is today, and it was a group attack.

Houston couldn't see it, cut out to catch the ball, and deliberately asked Mo Mengchen to make a layup.

"Mo, fuck you!" Houston yelled.

"The black team seems to be getting tougher." Mo Mengchen let others dribble the ball halfway, and then told the black team loudly, "You still have 10 minutes to prove yourself!"

Mo Mengchen's trash talk aroused the anger of the black team. A confrontation match that should have been easily won by the white team turned into a match full of gunpowder.

On the last ball, Mo Mengchen changed direction at the top of the arc, swayed Ricky Davis who was actively leading him, and scored a three-pointer.

In the end, the black team only lost by 3 points.

"Prevent like a piece of shit." Mo Mengchen dropped this sentence, turned around and left the field, and Luoer followed him.

Davis sat helplessly on the ground like he had lost a regular-season game.

"Mo, you seem to be too harsh on Ricky," Lore said.

Mo Mengchen asked back: "Hard? If it is based on the usual standards, it is true. Now it is different. Grant will be absent for a month and a half. For the next 24 games, our starting small forward will not be called Grant Hill."

"But he is not Grant after all. It is not fair to demand him by Grant's standards."

Mo Mengchen said coldly: "There is no absolute fairness in life, but it is relatively fair. In the same team, the more he gets, the more he must bear than others."

Davis still doesn't understand why Mo Mengchen is so strict with him.

Miller and Lewis, who joined the team with him, had never received such treatment. Mo Mengchen treated him as if he were an eyesore who had to fight side by side but was not pleasing to the eye anyway.

He has tried his best to complete the tasks assigned to him by Mo Mengchen, trying his best to meet the standards set by Mo Mengchen.

Now that he was going to replace Hill as the starter, Mo Mengchen actually demanded him according to Hill's standards.

This is an impossible task for him.

If Mo Mengchen was a devil in Davis' eyes, then Hill was a god.

A kind, omnipotent, reliable god at critical moments, and when he was ravaged by the devil to the point of collapse, he stood up and opened his umbrella to protect him.

If it wasn't for Hill, he would have already collapsed.

Now there are only demons left in the Henry Ford training center, and the gods are gone.

In the middle of the night for the next month, he will not show up.

Will tomorrow be better?Davis closed his eyes, and what appeared in his mind was Mo Mengchen's angry reprimand, as well as a sentence of rubbish words that became more and more ugly.

Tomorrow is bad and better, and tomorrow will only be worse.

That's Dor.Mo, the most feared bastard in the league!
"Don't be discouraged."

Davis opened his eyes and saw a big fat face, it was Barkley.

"Chuck, there's nothing I can do to please him," Davis said.

"How do you know that he is not satisfied with you?" Barkley asked with a smile, "His trash talk? His anger, or his unhappy face?"

Davis asked bitterly: "Do you want to say that everything he did to me was just to motivate me?"

"Father whips everyone."

"But the spurs on me will only increase and will only increase from now on."

Barkley asked: "If you're a hopeless piece of shit, what is he wasting energy on?"

Young man, there is only one answer.

Barkley looked at Dor.Mo who was practicing shooting alone, "We can't see what other people are thinking, but, maybe, I mean maybe, his expectations of you may be so high that you can't even imagine."

　Thank you Saga for the rewards, today is the third watch.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)