You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

　　 "Witness this second, Dor.Mo buzzer kills the bull!"

　　 The next day, reports about the game were endless. Mo Mengchen's final notice added legendary lore, and through this goal, his popularity skyrocketed.

　　 This can be seen from the sales of his sneakers.

　　 Before the game with the Bulls, his shoes sales can only be regarded as quite satisfactory. Except for the fans who often watch the Pistons, not many people will buy it. Now, his popularity has spread to other regions, and the number of his fans has begun to increase.

　　This indirectly stimulated sales.

　　Mo Mengchen had never thought of such an effect. At that time, he was just a hot brain, thinking that this was a moment that would allow him to leave a mark in Detroit.

　　Looking back at this matter, he would feel that he had done it at the time, because he could not guarantee that he would be sent to the buzzer. Although he did finally, he still did not do it properly.

　　However, if he had not noticed in advance, this lore would not be so shocked.

　　 The next day, Mo Mengchen woke up in a deep sleep.

　　Ephraim slept beside him.

　　Mo Mengchen didn't disturb her, moved her body gently, trying not to make other sounds, and slowly got off the bed.

　　 He squeezed the trigeminal nerve. Counting it, he slept for about five hours, an hour less than usual.

　　He was so excited that he couldn't sleep at all.

　　Mo Mengchen entered the bathroom, brushing his teeth and washing his face. He gradually got used to this face in the mirror, although he was sometimes scared by himself—more handsome than the previous generation.

　　 While brushing his teeth, he turned on the system by the way.

　　 brushed his teeth with a toothbrush in his right hand, and slid a green screen-like system in front of his left hand. He stroked the singer template.

　　 Since he spends a little time practicing singing every night, he now has a total rating of 59 as a singer.

　　 According to the data given by the system, if the total evaluation reaches 60, it basically reaches the level of a studio singer.

　　 This is just Mo Mengchen taking an hour a day to practice casually. Sometimes if he is too tired-like last night-he will not practice.

　　He remembered his new album.

　　 There is only one song left.

　　He hopes this album will be blockbuster, and then announce his identity at an appropriate time.

　　After washing, Mo Mengchen looked at the time, but it was too early at 6:11.

　　 At this time, he can make a delicious breakfast.

　　After Mo Mengchen finished the breakfast at a table, it was almost seven o'clock, and Ephraim had already awakened. She put on her clothes and prepared to return to 280 to get Adrian to get up.

　　 "Do you want to have breakfast together?" Mo Mengchen asked.

　　 "Wait a minute, I'll go get the little sleeper to get up first." Ephraim said with a smile.

　　Mo Mengchen made a large sandwich for himself, plus a glass of disgusting liquid mixed with skim milk and protein powder.

　　He opened the ESPN sports channel.

　　 is just talking about the NBA playoff form.

　　 defeated the Bulls, the Pistons won 47 wins, temporarily ranked fifth in the east.

But this ranking is not reliable, because they may fall at any time. Tonight, the sixth Knicks and the seventh eagle both have games. They are both 46 wins. If they all win, according to the win-loss relationship, the Pistons again To fall back to seventh.

　　 If they enter the playoffs in seventh place, they will face the Orlando Magic with the king-bomb combination in the first round.

　　Penny + O'Neal, equivalent to the Westbrook + Durant's Thunder.

　　With the existing strength of the Pistons, he met many magical evils.

There is no doubt about this.

　　Although O'Neal wasn't running in the low post as he did later, he was also strong enough. Coupled with Hardaway's two-meter point guard and a group of talented helpers, their strength is far above the Pistons.

　　Mo Mengchen was eating a sandwich, and the channel suddenly shifted its focus to this year's rookie.

Although Mo Mengchen has repeatedly performed brightly, but the Pistons haven't paid much attention. Although his performance is good, not many people know it. On the contrary, those who brush data on the bad team or play on the bench with the strong team have won more attention. .

　　 But in the prediction of Rookie of the Year, Mo Mengchen is currently in third place, second only to Stoudemire and Starkhouse.

　　Mo Mengchen doesn't care about this, because both of them are masters of bad teams.

　　 If Mo Mengchen remembers correctly, the best rookie of the season is Stoudemire.

　　 Even if he is, it is difficult to compete with Stoudemire, not to mention Starkhouse in front of him.

　　 The world's best little guard and Jordan's successor, how big is this booby? What is he?

　　Mo Mengchen shook his head while thinking, and then cut another one, and finally cut to the NFL game recording-the Detroit Lions and the Green Bay Packers.

　　The confrontation of rugby is unimaginable by Mo Mengchen. He just feels like watching it in front of the TV.

　　 If it were me, wouldn’t it last for 10 minutes?

　　 think of his knees, and then look at the gang's fearless collision, Mo Mengchen feels that he overestimated himself, not to mention 10 minutes, 5 minutes is a lot.

　　In a critical moment, the Lions' quarterback sent a long pass through the whole game. The running back of the team received this miraculous pass. The touchdown was successful and the whole game was boiling.

　　 Even Mo Mengchen cheered with his fist.

　　The narrator continually praised the courage and skill of the quartet. This is a high-risk pass and will be intercepted if a little careless.

　　 At the same time, Mo Mengchen also thought of himself.

　　 If it is him, can he pass this ball? He felt able, it was not arrogance, he had full confidence in his vision.

　　 This is also the greatest talent in Mo Mengchen. His vision, he has eyes different from others.

　　 Such a fine and wide field of vision is definitely not something that ordinary people can have.

　　 It was these eyes that allowed Mo Mengchen to catch so many rebounds, and it was these eyes that allowed him to pierce opponents' defenses on the court time and again to find his teammates.

　　 has always been strange to the outside world. He does not have the elite level of heads-up ability, and his breakthrough ability is also very lacking. The assist rate is as high as 95%. It can be said that he is a ball player with no offensive threat.

　　Everyone thinks he is the perfect team player.

　　 At the same time, everyone is also very strange, since he has no lethality at all, how did he get so many assists?

　　Everyone who has watched Mo Mengchen's game will feel this way: the word excellent can't accurately summarize his horrible vision and make people unable to pick out the big picture.

　　Mo Mengchen turned off the TV and finished breakfast.

　　Ephraim brought Adrian over.

　　 "Mr. Mo, do you know where my sister went last night?" Adrian said, staring, "She said she was working, but it was so late, where did she go to work?"

　　 Adrian seemed to know nothing, and Ephraim blushed.

　　As a lawyer, her excuse to deceive a child is too bad, Mo Mengchen wants to give her a bad review.

jobs?

　　 Fortunately, Adrian is young and ignorant, otherwise he would go out to work so late, but all men who think more evil will inevitably want to be crooked.

　　 "Actually not, she lied to you." Mo Mengchen said.

　　 Adrian asked aggrievedly: "Why does my sister lie to me?"

　　 "Because she can't let you know that she and I secretly went out for supper." Mo Mengchen said.

　　 Adrian turned his head to question Ephraim: "Sister, why did you lie to me?"

　　Ephraim came over to touch his head and appeased: "Because you were sleepy at that time, and don't you worry about gaining weight? If you gain weight, you can no longer run for the king."

　　 "King?" Mo Mengchen was startled.

　　Ephraim said: "Adrian's school will hold a drama performance every year, and Adrian played the king in "The Emperor's New Clothes" last year."

　　 "Oh~~~~"

　　 Adrian was sad that he didn’t eat supper. He knew Mo Mengchen’s craftsmanship, which is why he often comes here to rub and eat.

　　Although he does not know why Mo Mengchen allowed him to come here to eat and drink, in the world of children, only or not.

　　Since he got the signal of "can", he could come often, even every day, anyway, his sister would not be angry.

　　Now he found a problem, his sister actually secretly accompanied Mo Mengchen out for supper at night? so terrible! They... they actually... don't call me together?

　　 "But... next time I want to play the official who chubby myself because of excessive bribery~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I want to try different roles."

　　 Adrian can already give up the role of king for supper.

　　Ephraim has a headache: "Okay, I will take you next time."

　　 "Then do you have supper at night?" Adrian asked.

　　 Ephraim's face was red again, this supper is not another supper, my little brother!

　　 "We haven't decided yet, if we decide, we will tell you, is this okay?" Mo Mengchen asked.

　　 Adrian, looking at the breakfast for this table, reluctantly agreed. He really can eat it, and he has recently gained a few pounds. If this continues, this handsome little face will be ruined.

　　Mo Mengchen didn't know how to stop a little handsome guy from going downhill, maybe he should do something bad, but wouldn't he treat himself like that?

　　 So, how about making two copies? What is good for yourself, and what is bad for Adrian?

　　 No, I'm not used to eating solitary food.

　　Mo Mengchen shook his head and picked up the dead liquid containing skim milk and protein powder.

　　 "Mr. Mo, what is that?" Adrian asked.

　　Mo Mengchen's eyes lit up and said, "The most delicious thing in the world."

　　 "Really?" Adrian eagerly tried, "Can I have a sip?"

　　 "Adrian, you are too rude." Ephraim wanted to stop him.

　　 did not expect Mo Mengchen to agree: "Of course, if you want to drink, just take a sip."

　　 Adrian took the dark liquid with anticipation and took a sip. His complexion changed quickly, like a pig liver, like a monkey butt, like a cloud of dusk in the afternoon, and he ran to the bathroom for the first time and vomited.