You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 82 Good things
14 points, 7 rebounds and 6 assists.

With such data, Mo Mengchen helped the team defend the home court, defeated the unfriendly Supersonics, and won the 20th win of the season.

Compared with the victory in this game, the conflict between Mo Mengchen and Payton is more concerned by the outside world.

One is a famous superstar with a famous bad mouth who is extremely unfriendly to rookies;
One is a fledgling star who is usually a part-time doctor and should be a very caring person. Why did such a conflict occur?
Moreover, from the scene, it seems that Mo Mengchen is better at messing up than Peyton?

This result was horrifying. In the next few days, someone captured all the clips of Mo Mengchen and Peyton's matchup, which proved that Peyton had picked first, but was defeated by Mo Mengchen's backhand.

In addition, Hill, a modest gentleman, actually tripped Payton with his foot, and his personality collapsed. Payton gave up the game because of this, and even lost a front tooth. He didn't win the game, and he lost all face.

Mo Mengchen accompanied Collins to the press conference. He didn't know what these reporters were expecting. Their eyes were shining, as if standing in front of a naked woman.

"Mo, what happened in the first quarter?"

The reporter was straightforward, which saved Mo Mengchen a lot of effort.

"We had some conflicts," Mo Mengchen admitted generously, "but we resolved it perfectly."

After listening to him, the faces of the reporters at the scene became very strange.

Perfectly solved the matter?Peyton's front teeth are all broken, is this called a solution?

"Gary said that when you arrive in Seattle, he will treat you well." The reporter said, "Do you think there is any other information in this sentence?"

Mo Mengchen didn't step into the trap prepared for him by the reporter, he walked around outside the trap and said, "I'm looking forward to it."

The way Mo Mengchen was interviewed was like doing Tai Chi. It was difficult for the reporters to catch the sharp news from his mouth, and they could only shift their focus to another person.

"Grant, someone said that your kick affected the whole game." The reporter said, "Can you tell us about the specific situation at that time?"

Hill has heard countless interviews since he was a child. He loves the microphone to death. Whenever a reporter puts the microphone on his mouth, he must have a lot to say, but now, he just wants to find a place to hide.

"I regret what happened tonight, I really didn't know it would happen, if I had known, I swear I wouldn't have stuck my foot out at that time, I'm really, really sorry."

Hill did not "confess" or shake Mo Mengchen out, insisting that it was an accident, although the video replays showed that his stretching of his legs was more like a premeditated one.

The reporter did not have mind reading skills, and there was no lie detector at the scene. They could only use Hill's attitude, tone, and expression to judge whether these words came from his sincerity.

Has this good boy who has never had any bad records since he was a child really failed his studies?

Hill didn't admit it, and the reporter couldn't force him, so the matter had to be let go.

The outside world caused a huge wave for this matter, especially the few counterattacks Mo Mengchen made against Payton. Those actions were more ruthless and refined than the old ball skin who has been in the league for more than ten years.

"Bill Lambiel II?"

"Is he a doctor or a devil?"

"Is the doctor just Mo's umbrella, and he is actually a big bad guy?"

"Who knows?"

Hill's expression was low, and it seemed that he hadn't gotten over the incident yet.

"Grant." Mo Mengchen called him.

Hill looked back.

"If you are still thinking about that, I apologize to you, I should have told you in advance." Mo Mengchen said.

Hill said angrily: "If I knew you were going to do this, I wouldn't help you!"

As soon as he said this, Mo Mengchen raised his eyes and spread his hands apart—well, I just knew that you, a good boy, would not agree to help me do bad things so I didn't tell you.

"You bastard!" Hill cursed.

Mo Mengchen did not refute, and followed him into the locker room. Their teammates were celebrating this special game tonight.

"Mo, you are such a devil!"

Houston patted Mo Mengchen's shoulder excitedly. Although he knew his intentions were good, the latter was still very concerned about the smudged hand that kept patting him.

"I'm glad I don't have to be your accomplice at last."

Thorpe said cheerfully.

Hill's mouth twitched.

"That's right!" Michael Curry laughed, "I didn't know that Grant would do such a thing before. I really underestimated him. Sure enough, the more serious the person on the surface, the more vicious they are. I have learned a lesson today."

Hill's face contorted.

"A front tooth! The doctor didn't hurt that stinky mouth for a long time. Grant just kicked him and made him lose a front tooth. It's too cruel!"

Hill's expression was already twitching, and he couldn't help it anymore: "I didn't mean it!"

"Grant, we all know you stood up for the doctor, well done!" Mark West laughed.

"I do not have!"

"Be humble, I will rely on you to cover me from now on, let me see who dares to bully me!"

"It's not me!"

Joe Dumas looked at them calmly, no matter how Hill refuted, he didn't say a word.

It is basically certain that Hill was instructed by Mo Mengchen. As for why he was able to do so well, it can only be attributed to accidents.

But these people don't care about any surprises.

Hill's doing so is actually good for his development in Detroit. Fans in this city don't want the team leader to be a good boy.

Mo Mengchen is not a good boy, his identity as a doctor conceals this, and Hill shouldn't be a good boy, even if he is, he has to change with Mo Mengchen.

Dumas believes that Mo Mengchen will stand up for everyone in the team, just like Hill did for him-although Devil Mountain didn't know that he stood up, he is still doing it for himself Sad about this kind of thing.

They were arguing, and Mo Mengchen had already gone in to take a shower.

Tonight, his weakness was completely exposed in front of Payton.

The weakness on the defensive end will affect the offensive end. If Payton hadn't indulged in the pleasure of educating rookies in the first quarter, he would have discovered this sooner.

Mo Mengchen's current strengths are: three-pointers, organization, transformation of offensive advancement, overall situation, and vision.

Except for three-pointers, none of them can directly cause damage.

As for his breakthrough, he is still not sure. Although his layup attribute is as high as 90, he is very resistant to rushing into the basket to score, after all, his body is very fragile.

In order to cover up such and other shortcomings, he had to do these things at certain times.

He can't make people see any serious shortcomings. Even if it is a mid-range shot, he has scored a goal before. Although the sample is very small, it can still make the opponent ask "Is he unable to shoot or does not want to shoot?" .

Mo Mengchen took a bath much slower than others.

Others can solve it in a few minutes, and the slow ones only take 10 minutes, but he takes half an hour, like a woman.

Coming out of the bathroom, he saw that Hill had already dressed and was sitting in his seat.

"Isn't complaining enough?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"I've had enough complaining." Hill blanked him.

"I was just thinking about a question." Hill said.

"what is the problem?"

Hill said: "If I knew the consequences of that kick in advance, would I still help you? If I knew that kick would take Gary Payton out, it would help us win the game, but it would hurt him. Would I still stick that foot out?"

"You won't." Mo Mengchen said decisively, wiping her hair.

Hill asked back: "Why? Do you think I don't want to help you? Or do you think I don't want to win? Gary Payton is a jerk, can't I hurt him?"

"Is that how you comfort yourself?" Mo Mengchen sneered, "Isn't it too bad?"

In front of Mo Mengchen, Hill's disguise had nowhere to hide, and he quickly failed.

"You're right, I won't."

A pampered living environment, a good boy who is cheered and applauded all the way, and a person who never knows how to hurt others, how can he change because of these things?
"Actually, I'm glad you're upset about it." Mo Mengchen said.

"What do you mean?" Hill asked, "Do you want me to be unhappy?"

Mo Mengchen said: "No, I hope you get upset just because you hurt others. That proves that I have not misunderstood the person. You are the Grant Hill in everyone's eyes, not a hypocrite for fame."

"Don't today's events just prove that I am a hypocrite? What is the difference between me and you?" Hill asked angrily.

Mo Mengchen said with a smile: "The difference between you and me is that you will feel uneasy because of Gary Payton's front teeth, you will even visit him in the hospital, or make a phone call to apologize, but I will leave this behind when I walk out of the locker room." Leave it behind, let the past go, Gary Payton and his front teeth are worth less to me than a pile of shit, and shit can be turned into fertilizer."

"Damn it, why is your heart so vicious? You are not a doctor, you are clearly a devil!" Hill said angrily.

Mo Mengchen also got dressed, and he didn't comment on Hill's words.

"Besides an angel, there must always be a devil, otherwise the balance will be unbalanced."

Mo Mengchen put the things into the backpack and said: "I will do what I should do, and you will also do what you should do. I still have an appointment, see you tomorrow."

After speaking, Mo Mengchen left with his bag.

What am I good at?

After Mo Mengchen left, Hill took out his mobile phone.

At the end of the game, he asked Kemp for Payton's contact information.

After hesitating again and again, he still dialed the phone.

He thought, this is what Mo Mengchen asked him to do, and this is what he should do.

"Gary, I apologize for what happened tonight."

Outside the dressing room, Mo Mengchen didn't leave, he stayed and just heard the call.

"Humph."

Mo Mengchen really left this time.

A team needs both positive and negative images. Mo Mengchen doesn't mind being a villain, he is very good at playing this role.

Like Hill, they're both doing what they're good at.

　Mo Mengchen: Hill's soul is so weak that he can't see through my good intentions, but now I have to rely on this soul to charge forward. It's really sad. Please recommend a ticket for comfort.

　　


(End of this chapter)