"Defense! Defense!"

The Warriors were 1 point behind in the last round of tonight, but they still had a chance to save the game.

This year's No. 1 pick is determined to carry all this on your back.

"Think about how many mistakes you made tonight!"

Before he took action, Mo Mengchen said this to him that evokes countless memories.

Tonight's Joe Smith scored 17 points, 11 rebounds, 4 assists and 6 turnovers.

There are 5 mistakes in this, which were caused by Mo Mengchen. His double teaming was fierce and powerful, and he especially liked to force him to a dead end.

How many times have I made a mistake?

The Warriors decided to use this round to test their No. 1 pick, and they handed over the dominance of the last attack to Joe Smith.

"Be careful of No. 12!"

This sentence shocked Joe Smith to stop the attack. Then, he wanted to pass the ball. He knew that Barry was in an open position and passed the ball out. Then he widened his eyes and watched Mo Mengchen retreat to the end, stuck in front of Barry, and broke the ball.

"The competition is over!"

"The competition is over! Ladies and gentlemen!"

"The Detroit Pistons won the Rocky Mountain Summer League title! Let's congratulate them!"

The Pistons surrounded Mo Mengchen and threw him into the air. They all knew very well that if it weren't for this man, they wouldn't be able to play here and win the championship.

"Who shouted that sentence?"

Joe Smith roared.

Mo Mengchen had not yet entered a threatening position, and he had enough time to attack. As a result, the damn "Beware of No. 12" made him pass the ball to Barry in a conditioned manner.

"Damn it! Who is it?"

The conceited No. 1 pick does not think that this mistake is his own problem.

Joan Barry helplessly pointed at the player who was constantly thrown into the sky: "It was him who shouted."

Smith glared and looked at the man who was constantly thrown up and looked helpless, he clenched his fist hard.

"I'm not finished with you!"

Smith lowered his voice.

"Joe, this guy is amazing."

Joe Lynch's assistant looked at the player who was thrown into the air and said with a smile.

"He has bad offense and his defense is flawed. He has problems of one kind or another, but he tried his best to cover up these problems on the court and showed his own style."

"The most important thing is that he is someone who can make the whole team recognize the goal."

Looking at the guy who was highly favored by his teammates, Lynch said his prediction: "As long as he is not injured, he will become a great player, a great kind."

Like great joy and great sorrow, they last for a short time, because it represents the ultimate joy and sadness.

After the madness, the players slowly calmed down.

Mo Mengchen had been thrown away about ten times. His hairstyle was messy and his whole body was touched by the dirty hands of these bastards.

He was inexplicably angry and turned around to warn the group of people: "Forget it this time, if you throw me away next time without my permission, I will not spare you!"

Hearing this, everyone laughed.

“Achievement: Summer League Championship.”

“Achievement: Summer League MVP.”

“Achievement: Summer League FMVP.”

"Achievement: Summer League assist king."

“Achievement: Summer League Stealing King.”

In an instant, rows of green words appeared in front of Mo Mengchen's eyes, which were reminders from the wall of achievement.

He estimated that these achievement awards gave him 13,000 points.

The system also informed him a few things in advance.

He is the Summer League MVP and the Summer League FMVP. These awards have not been announced yet, but since the system has such a prompt, he must have won the award.

Summer League champions, whether it is light or not.

What about the weight of the NBA championship?

When we won the NBA championship, we all sprayed champagne, and the summer league championship, we can spray mineral water with each other.

Watching the people in the locker room spraying with mineral water, Momonchen looked like a high-IQ creature looking at a low-IQ creature until Louis M. Lore, the damn bastard, pointed the cannon fire at him.

His eyes of death were looking at the other party, and Don Reed fired at him.

"Mo, this is dedicated to you!"

Mo Mengchen didn't want to do anything at first, but finally picked up a bottle of mineral water and joined the battle of mental retardation.

The award ceremony followed, with the Pistons holding up the Rocky Mountain Summer League championship trophy and taking a group photo.

At this point, the most valuable game in the NBA offseason is over.

Most of this temporary team will leave the team and continue to struggle for the future.

After nearly half a month of game, Mo Mengchen felt a little tired. The schedule was only in the NBA regular season. He knew about geography, but there were some nice songs in his mind. There were still many years before these songs were born. Although the practice of plagiarizing the cultural property of later generations is not advisable, he has a system.

Maybe you only need to plagiarize one or two songs and make yourself a singer first, and the system may be able to solve the subsequent problems.

Mo Mengchen took out his pen and began to write the lyrics of "Coming  Home".

The first time he heard this song was an Iverson video produced by an Iverson fan. Combined with the lyrics and Iverson's experience, it was really touching.

Everyone was sleeping, and he picked up his pen and wrote the lyrics from beginning to end.

When he finished writing, the car had arrived at the station.

"Mo, what are you writing?" Lynch asked.

"Nothing." Mo Mengchen put away his notebook and put it in his backpack.

The next day, the Rocky Mountain Summer League Committee announced all the individual awards of the Summer League.

Mo Mengchen was elected as MVP and FMVP, plus assisting king and stealing king, for a moment, his name swept the league.

Although the level of the summer league is not as high as that of the NBA, it is also a platform for rookies to try their skills. At the moment it was born, it was destined to be a springboard for superstar embryos.

"Who is Piston's No. 12?"

"The most amazing name this month - an Asian player from Australia!"

"The genius doctor at the Mayo Center is about to perform a disruptive operation in Detroit!"

Gradually, many reporters discovered that Mo Mengchen had many things to write about.

When people opened his resume, they found that his past was full of tragedy.

"This is a genius cursed by God!"

"He was the most promising high school player!"

"Three ACL tear, a car accident that was enough to destroy 99.9% of humans on Earth, did not stop him from standing up."

"He is a promising doctor, but in the end, he put on his jersey and came back!"

Many people who don’t know Mo Mengchen have learned everything about him through the secret articles, reports and news that have sprung up like mushrooms after the rain in the past few days.

Those are not secrets, you can find them as long as you are interested.

Mo Mengchen didn't like these information, although these news made him popular again.

But he didn't like it because these news portrayed him as a dream chaser with a disabled and strong will.

This is too pretentious.

"Mo, I regret these things you have experienced."

Lor said to him.

"There is only one thing that will make me regret," Mo Mengchen said harshly with a stinky face: "That is to make you regret me."

"Don't...I have no malicious intentions."

Mo Mengchen snorted: "I have no malice either."

After the summer league, Mo Mengchen signed a 22-year-old rookie contract with the Pistons.

In addition to him, all the students in the same level who joined the team with him also received formal contracts.

Ratliff, Reed and Lore were all favored by the team.

The Pistons originally wanted to keep Saulder, who was shining in the finals, but the Bulls, who lacked thickness in the inside, snatched him away with a two-year contract of 4.4 million.

If there was no last game, Saulder would have gone abroad and closed the NBA gate, and that game changed his fate.
To be continued...