You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

The atmosphere is a very strange thing.

On the court, there are usually only three atmospheres, normal games, intense games or lifeless games.

Most teams will start with a normal game atmosphere, and the winning and losing sides will end in a different atmosphere.

Magic clearly has better strength and talent, but they are unable to find the rhythm under the heavy aim of the Pistons.

Hardaway listened to Mo Mengchen's gossip and chose to play without the ball, which greatly reduced his power.

O'Neill consumed a lot of energy in the Pistons' wheel fight, and, in the fourth quarter, he encountered a foul crisis.

At that time, the Magic was 14 points behind.

Hardaway finally realized that the situation was wrong, he wanted to chase points, but they were too far behind.

The Pistons' outer trident stood up to fight against it as he turned the tide.

First, the three points of Mo Mengchen;

Alan Houston's CIC;

Finally, Hill pulled out one-on-one.

Especially Hill, he is the only player in the Pistons who can play against Hardaway without falling.

The most fierce period when Hardaway led his team to counterattack, it was Hill's heads-up that curbed the magic of the Magic, and the game entered another stage.

Garbage time.

In the last five minutes, the game was reduced to garbage time.

The Magic did not expect that they would lose the home court, nor did they expect to be trashed at home.

There are many things to summarize, but now, they must first accept this sad result.

"1 to 1, the series is back to the starting line."

"The Orlando people didn't expect them to witness a big defeat tonight."

"Similarly, the Detroit people will gain confidence, and then they will return to their home court. At that time, they will challenge the Magic with the toughest voice in the rough cheering."

At the end of the game, a green letter appeared in front of Mo Mengchen's eyes.

"Scoring Doubles-Success."

"Assist in double play-success."

"Personal rating reaches a-success."

"Team rating reaches a-success."

"Win the competition."

"The playoff reward doubling mechanism is triggered."

"Achievement: Winning the first playoff game of my career."

"Return: 920x2+500."

The mechanism of doubling the playoff rewards surprised Mo Mengchen. He didn't see this when he lost the last game. That is to say, this mechanism will only be triggered when he wins in the playoffs.

Still very reasonable.

As for that achievement, he didn't care much. It was just an indiscriminate achievement. The reward of 500 points was only enough to stop the gap.

However, with this calculation, he earned 200 attribute points in one night, which can be said to be a harvest night.

These 200 attribute points, plus the 500 attribute points previously saved, his attribute points reached 8000+.

Mo Mengchen rolled the next achievement wall. The next achievement that can be achieved in the playoffs is: winning a series of rounds.

In addition to this, there are some achievements that he has apparently completed, but the system does not prompt.

For example, hit 100 three-pointers.

You know, he worked all season, averaging 27 three-pointers with a field goal percentage of 5.

82x27, let alone hit 100 three-pointers, he all hit 200 three-pointers, but the result is still no hint.

These two achievements, one reward 1500 attribute points and one reward 000 attribute points, can be regarded as a relatively generous return. Although it is still not enough to add attributes, it is better than nothing.

But the system seemed to freeze, and nothing happened.

So Mo Mengchen took a closer look in the shower room.

Achievement Wall: 100 three-pointers in a single season (very small font).

Single season?

Mo Mengchen was not in a mood to talk about why the word was so small.

These words are enough to explain why the system is not responding.

The meaning of a single season should be to wait until the end of the season to summarize, then, if the requirements are met, this achievement will be completed by itself.

"It's reasonable." Mo Mengchen thought.

"Mo, how are you? How long have you been in?" muttered outside Houston.

Houston is the Pistons' scoring leader in the playoffs, averaging 24 points, 2 assists, and a field goal percentage of 55.

Playing so well in the playoffs, many teams have targeted him.

In the summer, he is a free agent, so he can fly wherever he wants.

The Pistons naturally wanted him to stay, but the management had some worries. After all, Detroit had no advantage over those big cities.

"I just started washing." Mo Mengchen said.

"Damn, are you a woman?" Houston said, "What about the coach outside?"

Mo Mengchen accidentally said the truth: "It's all nonsense."

"Ahahaha~~~~!"

Houston rarely heard a satisfying sentence from Mo Mengchen: "I think so too, so I sneaked in. Who the **** wants to hear the conclusion after the game, what's the point?"

It wasn’t boring after the game, it was boring Collins.

A good post-game summary will allow players to reflect, and a bad post-game summary will make people run away.

"How do you think I played tonight?"

Houston didn't believe he was playing like this, and Mo Mengchen could still pick him.

"Fortunately, he didn't make a big mistake." Mo Mengchen's tone seemed surprised.

"What makes no big mistakes? Am I an idiot who only makes mistakes in your eyes?" Houston asked angrily.

Mo Mengchen took the soap and covered it with layers of foam. Hearing Houston say that, he couldn't help laughing.

"Self-knowledge is a good virtue, please keep it up."

"Fuk!"

"Yeah!"

Mo Mengchen heard a scream.

"Don't pretend, I'm not an idiot." Mo Mengchen said.

Houston said miserably: "Aren't you sympathetic? I fell heavily!"

"Are you all right?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"Not good, because my soap has dropped"

Mo Mengchen had an ominous hunch. He lowered his head sharply. Sure enough, Houston's soap, which might be dirtier than his mother's shit, was at his feet.

"Can you pick it up for me?" Houston asked.

Mo Mengchenmu said with a face: "Please g-u-e-n from me next door roundly."

"Guen? What do you mean?"

"That's what I refused."

"Forget it, anyway, I will use it well." Houston stood up and felt some pain in his thighs. "How about, do you think we hope very much?"

Mo Mengchen is willing to discuss the playoffs with anyone except Houston.

"No."

Mo Mengchen turned off the shower, picked up a towel to wipe his body, wiped it, and then went out.

"Well, don't you really pick up soap for me?"

"Do you think that's possible?"

"Okay, help me call Louis in."

Well, as soon as I saw this, it was not good to bully, so I called a good bully.

Is this the so-called humanity being bullied?

Still need to be a wicked person.

"Louis, Alan told you to go in." Mo Mengchen said.

Lor didn't know what was going on inside, and walked into the shower room unguarded.

At this point, Collins had just finished his post-match summary.

Seeing that everyone is constipated, Mo Mengchen also knew roughly what happened.

To be sure, Collins's post-game summary was terrible.

"Do you know what is the most fun part of winning in the playoffs?" Dumas asked suddenly.

Most people don’t know, and no one rushes to ask, but they stare at Dumas curiously, trying to get answers from him.

The curiosity of everyone drove Dumas to make the answer public: "The most interesting thing is that the fans will block our way out because they are too sad, and they will scold us with all kinds of words."

"Can't you lose?" Rhett was upset.

"The fun is here." Dumas said with a smile. "Although they will say something that is difficult to hear, we will not be angry. Believe me. You will not be angry by then, because you know they are You will only feel a lot of fun after losing because of the excessive sadness."

Veteran Mark West said: "Yeah, just as fun!"

He successfully ended the topic with vulgar words.

The next day, the Pistons returned to Detroit.

In the morning, many fans came to pick up spontaneously.

Facing the 60-win Magic, they stole a victory at the opponent's home court, which was a great encouragement to them.

"Please rest assured, I believe there will be more good things happening next, God bless Detroit."

Dumas said charmingly.

This is the art of language.

He did not directly promise, but gave a vague concept.

Fans must think that the good thing is to continue to win, and even more would feel that Dumas is assuring them that the team will advance, but it is not.

This is just a simple scene.

Dumas didn't die, even if no good things happened in the future, he could just push away as if playing Tai Chi.

Just one thing to note, beware that no reporters on the scene stared dumas like Huang Mazi and asked, "Please translate what is a good thing?"

After the translation is completed, it doesn't count~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I still need to draw a notary to let him also translate the translation. What a surprise

Ignorant fans only said that Dumas gave them a guarantee on behalf of the team, and fans on the scene cheered loudly.

"What if there is no good thing?" Lor asked.

"Easy to handle," Mo Mengchen said. "We will throw you out and let the fans beat at random. With your body, you should be able to carry their fat beat."

Rolle's expression gradually became bitter.

"You are a man with bad water, why don't you go out and be beaten?" Hill couldn't stand it anymore.

Mo Mengchen didn't expect that he wouldn't trouble him, and Hill himself came to the door.

"Under normal circumstances, if a collective accident occurs, it’s not about finding unsightly subordinates, or the leader is carrying the thunder himself. If you can’t bear to hurt Louis, then you will be guilty by yourself, I believe the fans will beat you up Your big fat face."

"Aren't my face fat at all?"