"What's wrong with you?"

"No goal is scored."

The Yincheng reporter who was thinking about making trouble failed to get extra words from Mo Mengchen's mouth.

Hill, who is good at dealing with reporters, can't make a sound of farts with three slaps. He has nothing to say. The meaning of appearing in a press conference is to save the team 50,000 US dollars.

After the press conference, Momonchen, Houston, Hill and Frauses entered the corridor together.

No one spoke on the way.

The locker room was very quiet, and Frause didn't summarize the game as usual, because there was nothing to summarize tonight, and Mo Mengchen had already summarized it in front of the reporter.

Reason for losing?

Can't score a goal.

How to win back?

Throw the ball into it.

These answers can be prefixed by Grant Hill, who throws the ball in, or he doesn't score, which is the answer to the Pistons winning or losing.

Hill missed seven open three-pointers from the outside tonight.

The Pacer let him go seven times, but he didn't make a single shot, greatly satisfying his opponent. What is puzzling is Mo Mengchen's decision.

With Hill's touch, he still kept passing the ball to Hill.

"Mo, you forced Grant too much."

After returning to the hotel, Mo Mengchen was preparing for a late-night snack, and Dumas came to talk about tonight's game in the name of free meals.

Baked winged tofu skin, this is his late-night snack tonight, which is not healthy, but delicious.

Mo Mengchen is 25 years old this year. According to his calculations, he can probably eat and drink like this for about five years without restraint, and he will have to control it later.

Young body organs have functions that middle-aged people do not have. They are full of energy and can naturally absorb these foods that are not healthy for athletes.

Mo Mengchen is not like those who are eager to gain weight - this is not right. He is eager to gain weight, but this matter is not urgent. Because of his past injury history, he cannot perform heavy training. He can only practice the core and then do some light strength training that will not be too burdened to the body. His strength attribute growth depends entirely on the system, and now it has increased to the top level.

If you cannot get heavy weight strength training, a reasonable diet will be meaningless because it will not help him gain weight.

If you don’t want to gain weight, a reasonable diet will only be left to speed up the body’s recovery, but young people have strong recovery ability.

Mo Mengchen was unwilling to lose his mouth when he was so tired every day, so he regarded the so-called dietary regulations as nothing.

"Too forced?"

Is there any?

Mo Mengchen still felt that he had not done enough, and he wanted to force him a little more, but unfortunately Frause didn't give him a chance.

The team was 2 points behind, Frauses replaced Hill, and he didn't replace him for the rest of the time. Mo Mengchen could only lead the others to struggle to death.

The results of the game cannot be changed. The 2-point difference is an inequality that is difficult to smooth out in this era when each team averages only 100 points per game.

"He is strong, and vulnerable, and is particularly sensitive to certain things," Dumas said.

Yes, especially booing the audience, especially his three-pointers, and especially his unwilling to face his three-pointers as bad as shit - he is really very sensitive.

"What about?" Mo Mengchen stared at the oven in front of him, opened the lid, and brushed it with honey.

Few people can do these in hotel rooms, but Momonchen has these conditions.

This complete set of equipment always follows him at any time, and these things were put in before he moved in.

Dumas smelled the scent that made people want to drool and said casually: "You shouldn't continue to pass the ball to him when he collapses. What he needs is not the pass, but your trash talk."

Interesting, am I his parent?

Mo Mengchen asked with a smile: "jd, will you be beaten when you did something wrong when you were a child?"

"Yes." Dumas said.

Mo Mengchen continued to ask: "Will you think of this fight when you make a mistake?"

"Maybe" Dumas understood what Momonchen meant.

"You may remember those beats, but you will still make mistakes because you don't realize the essence of the problem." Mo Mengchen put the honey chicken wings on the plate, picked up the fork and inserted it, and smelled it. It smelled so fragrant that it was so unbearable.

Mo Mengchen continued: "I can pull him at a critical moment, but this won't solve the problem. Next time I encounter the same situation, he will still look like this bird. I can't help him every time."

This is also Dumas’s idea, but their mother is not ready to grow up.

"Why are you sure he will figure it out by himself?" Dumas asked.

Mo Mengchen lifted up another pot, and the tofu skin was also good.

Mo Mengchen answered Dumas's question in just one sentence: "I believe him."

Just as he believed me.

Dumas couldn't bear it anymore, so he picked up a knife and fork and tied up a chicken wing, and found that the bone inside had been shaved. "You guy should be opening a restaurant!"

After saying that, he spoke one by one.

Fortunately, Mo Mengchen expected in advance that someone would come to eat and drink, so he made more, otherwise it would not be enough for Dumas to eat.

Dumas now has no chance to play, and his management of his body shape has become increasingly failures. His weight has long exceeded 100kg.

Judging from his chubby figure, his weight is less than 10kg.

Later, Dumas thought the knife and fork were not useful, so he directly imitated the Indians to grab it with his hands. Mo Mengchen wanted to cut off his palm with a knife that cut the steak.

"When you were a child, you must have been beaten a lot for this incident." Mo Mengchen said affirmatively.

Dumas was so oily that he quickly swept away his chicken wings. He sucked his fingers with unsatisfactoryness, completely ignoring Mo Mengchen's speculation.

With this style, Mo Mengchen was almost certain that this guy didn't feel at ease about Hill's affairs, just came here to have his fifth meal today.

"Mo, is there any?" Dumas looked at the tofu skin with a fierce look.

"It's gone!" Mo Mengchen stuck the position and prevented him from getting close to the tofu skin. If this old man took action to touch the tofu skin, the whole plate would be his.

Although Mo Mengchen doesn't like to eat alone, he doesn't like to watch others eat alone.

"Forget it, that thing doesn't look delicious."

"What did you say?"

How can this foodie know that the tofu skin is not delicious if it doesn’t taste good?

It is obvious that this is an extremely inferior method of provocation, but when it comes to eating, Mo Mengchen is no longer rational.

He cut half to Dumas.

"I'll treat you to eat it and give me a fair evaluation." Mo Mengchen put his hands on his hips.

Dumas came without hesitation, and he finished it in one minute as if he was swept.

"It's too little, it's delicious. You can cut another piece for me." Dumas's mouth was covered with oil stains and made a shameless request.

Mo Mengchen's face was full of darkness: "No, I'm going to see off the guests!"

Dumas laughed dryly, without any other expression, and walked out of Mo Mengchen's room happily.

Before leaving, Dumas asked, "What if Grant still doesn't know how to deal with these pressures?"

"I don't know." Mo Mengchen said, "but I won't stop."

After that, before Dumas could say good night, he closed the door.

Dumas stood there.

"Will you stop?"

Momontchen and Hill reminded Dumas of him and the Smiling Assassin.

A particularly similar pair.

He was once as restricted as Hill, and could not find a place in this wild city. It was the smiling assassin who pushed him little by little to take the initiative to do what he was good at, faced all the pressure, and finally made him who he is now.

The Assassin joined the team five years earlier than him, and as the leader of the team, he was perfect.

Now, the characters seem to be turned upside down.

Hill, who joined the team early, was the kinder person. Mo Mengchen had no relationship with the word "kindness" from beginning to end. He whipped and drove everyone in the team forward.

Only Dumas, a person who has been here, can understand Mo Mengchen's intentions.

So when will Hill realize it?

Dumas walked back to the room slowly. Tonight was a bad night for the Pistons. They played two wonderful games at home, but suffered a 2-point defeat when they arrived away.

Will this series become the slaughter of you and I will slaughter your slaughterhouse?

If so, the Pistons are more beneficial because they have a home advantage. As long as they are guaranteed to win the game at home, even if they are dragged to the seventh game, they will win.

But the playoffs are not more than anyone's home courts. There are many teams in history that have home court advantages but are sent home fishing.

The next day, Mo Mengchen got up early as usual.

He brushed his teeth first, washed his face, put on his clothes, bought breakfast, and then met Hill who had just woken up on the way back to the hotel.
To be continued...