Achieving Terry Mills' 3-point shooting percentage means reaching at least 38% of the 3-point shooting percentage.

Achieving Hill's defensive quality means becoming the best defense forward in the team.

This is difficult, but it is also a problem that Lore must face. His skills are very comprehensive, but his comprehensive skills are not enough to make the team take priority. Players like him who are comprehensive but cannot play in the NBA arena can only focus on improving the skills that the team needs to improve, such as three-pointers and defense.

3D is the easiest character to adapt to, and to become a good 3D, it takes effort that others cannot imagine.

The game ended in the confrontation between the two sides.

94 to 82, the Pistons, who were at home, defeated the Hawks and got a good start to the season.

The moment the game ended, rows of green words that only he could see appeared in front of Mo Mengchen's eyes.

"Score 8 points-success"

"Get more than 5 assists - Success"

"Personal Technology Rating B-Success"

"Team Technical Rating B-Success"

“Win the game.”

“Reward: 845 points.”

Mo Mengchen blinked, and the system prompt text that only he could see disappeared.

Alan Houston was like a gangster in school, swaying his body left and right, wishing people could know how great he was.

"Rookie, have you seen me show my power?" Houston asked.

Why can he be so arrogant? Isn’t he just scoring 15 points during garbage time?

"See it." Mo Mengchen nodded.

"Because you didn't pass me before, I had to play a little selfishly in the last quarter. It's all your fault, do you know?"

In order to prevent Houston from being attacked by Mo Mengchen's poisonous tongue again, Dumas stepped forward and blocked Mo Mengchen's mouth that was about to shoot.

"Okay, let's go back to the locker room."

Mo Mengchen did not walk to the locker room. He saw Ephraim still sitting in the audience, so he walked over to say hello.

"I really didn't expect you to come." Mo Mengchen said.

"Yes...because there is just time at night, so..." Ephraim did the clothes tidying that Momonchen had seen several times.

Mo Mengchen became more and more sure that this was her subconscious action.

"Actually, my sister has never watched a basketball game before." Adrian suddenly poked his head out and said this.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Ephraim used his embarrassing smile to hide his helplessness of being sold by his teammates. "I used to be the cheerleader of the school, how could I have never watched the game?"

Mo Mengchen found that he was becoming more and more integrated into this era.

Not only his job, but also some friends, and women.

He will not pursue a woman who is not interested in him, it is a waste of time. Even if he strives to catch up, there will be no good results.

He used his recent period to learn about Ephraim in detail and roughly understand her condition.

Adrian is indeed her younger brother or half-brother. Her father was sentenced to ten years for financial crimes, while her stepmother abandoned her family after her father was imprisoned and disappeared without a trace.

During the most difficult period, she had to work three jobs alone and needed help from relatives to maintain her life.

Now, she is an attorney at the most well-known law firm in Detroit, and her life has changed.

Mo Mengchen asked, "Do you have any arrangements later?"

"Uh...Adrian is sleepy, I'm going to send him home."

Ephraim regretted taking her brother out to watch the game. She used to avoid embarrassment, but now she missed the invitation from the other party.

How rare?

He is usually invited by himself.

"Since that's the case, let's go home together later." Mo Mengchen said, "It's the way anyway."

"Okay... OK, thank you."

Ephraim, who had always been eloquent, became a severe stuttering patient in front of Momonchen, and Adrian gently pinched his sister's waist.

"What are you doing?" Ephraim glared at him.

"The teacher said, there is no good for no reason." Adrian said.

Ephraim pinched his face and said, "How old are you? What do you know?"

"See you later." Mo Mengchen nodded and turned to the locker room.

This scene was seen by several idle people.

"Mo, who is that?" Ratliff asked.

This is the time to declare sovereignty.

Mo Mengchen said, "I'm going to date later." "Wow, is this standard title? Where have you gone?" Don Reed seemed to be more enthusiastic than Ratliff.

"Yes, maybe we can help you?" Lor also wanted to get involved.

What did I do to make these fools give the illusion that they could help me make my sister?

"Thank you for your kindness, but no need."

Mo Mengchen politely declined, but these guys insisted on helping.

"If you have this skill, then go and train well, and make up for whatever you lack. This way, even if you help me, I will save you from thinking about these things all day long."

"You can practice training such things at any time, but you are not careless. It is related to your happiness. Your happiness is our happiness..."

Even Mo Mengchen, who had seen countless strange patients, could inevitably twitch his cheeks when he heard this sentence.

What is my happiness that is your happiness?

In fact, Ratliff’s meaning is like this: Mo Mengchen is hard to think about, but if his love life is unpleasant, he should not abuse them in vain during training? This is the so-called "your happiness is our happiness." As for what Mo Mengchen thought, Ratliff and the others didn’t know.

Afterwards, Momonchen drove Ephraim and Adrian home.

In the car, Ephraim asked many questions related to basketball, some of which were the most basic, which also confirmed that she did know nothing about basketball.

Mo Mengchen showed extraordinary patience to her problem. If this patience is seen by any Pistons player, he must denounce Mo Mengchen for being more slutty than his teammates.

"Just stop here." Mo Mengchen's car drove to the gate of Galiton's apartment.

There were only a few old security guards at the door.

To be honest, with this level of defense, it is a miracle that it can maintain 0 crimes over the years in a city with such a high crime rate in Detroit.

Some people say that these old men have special abilities, but Mo Mengchen doesn't believe it at all.

"Goodbye." Mo Mengchen said.

"Goodbye." Ephraim pulled Adrian and said to him.

Mo Mengchen parked the car and as soon as he got out of the car, his stomach roared.
Chapter completed!