"Can anyone tell me what happened to Grant Hill?"

Media criticism arrived on time.

“As far as I know, Hill has become one of the most disappointing words of the year.”

"Just like the name Hill means, he has become the biggest obstacle to the Pistons' championship road, and he blocked the team like a mountain."

"The most reliable guy has become the deadliest weakness? I like this plot."

It seemed as if the saliva of the whole world was spraying towards Hill, which caused the local Detroit media who wanted to criticize Hill to stop.

Hill is facing such a difficult situation, and its own media cannot make it worse.

The series is not over yet. If they are really eliminated because of Hill, it will not be too late to criticize him again.

There are two days left before the game 6 starts, and the Pistons will head to Chicago tomorrow.

Before that, the whole team stayed in Detroit for rest.

Momonchen wakes up at Noah Siphus's home.

After chatting with Hill last night, he did not go home because his location was close to Seavers' home, and he happened to be particularly sleepy and he found a perfect excuse for himself, so he came without telling him.

Siphus led him into the room, and some post-match sports took place.

Mo Mengchen rubbed his eyes and thought carefully about what else he had to do today.

“Have some breakfast.”

Siphus didn't seem to know that they had lost the game. She had no interest in NBA at all, and would not pay attention to NBA because of Mo Mengchen.

At the beginning, Mo Mengchen was listless.

Until he saw Siphus wearing a pajama that could just wrap his hips, with only a pink underwear covering the spring scenery, and the rest of the body was half exposed like a pipa, and he immediately became much more energetic.

"You can reveal a little more." Mo Mengchen ate the sandwich.

Siphus turned around and asked, "Do you want to see it?"

Mo Mengchen had an interest that ordinary people could not understand: "No, then I can know if women have morning erections like men."

Upon hearing this, Siphus's eyes turned: "Are you..."

Unfortunately, Mo Mengchen did not have a morning erection, he just said casually.

"Why did you suddenly come to me last night?" asked Seavers.

It seems she really doesn't know about the game.

Mo Mengchen said: "I was very sleepy at that time."

"Are you sleepy?" Siphus imagined the scene last night.

It's very yellow and violent, so forget it, Mo Mengchen couldn't tell how sleepy he looked at that time.

Siphus was too lazy to pursue these things, and she continued: "By the way, our hospital has signed a cooperation agreement with Mayo Clinic on the Scorpio project."

“The agreement includes the possibility of inviting doctors from both hospitals for joint surgery.”

That is to say.

"You can do surgery on Lorenta," said Siphus.

Finally, something outside of basketball diverted Mo Mengchen's attention. He really needed to be distracted by something that had nothing to do with basketball.

Excessive concentration will make him irritable.

The 3-2 score was pressing against him like a stone, and he couldn't move it away, and the pressure would always be on them unless they won in Chicago and brought the game back to Detroit.

Mo Mengchen asked: "Have you informed Shannon?"

"Not yet." Seavers said.

"Okay, don't inform her for the time being."

"Why?"

Mo Mengchen said: "I don't have time recently, and this is not a normal surgery. I need a detailed plan."

Esifus's understanding of Momonchen should have made plans long ago, and he could start at any time as long as he could perform joint surgery.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Mo Mengchen returned home.

After the division final began, he suspended the hospital's work and shifted his focus to the competition.

Ephraim has already gone to work, and he is the only one in 250.

He sat on the bed, as if he had a pair of eyes that could see ghosts, and he was scratching the air.

He is preparing to improve his attributes.

This is the last improvement this season.

Promoting to the Eastern Conference Finals and being selected for the third team allowed Mo Mengchen to quickly accumulate 80,000 attribute points, which was unimaginable in the past when he earned points by the competition.

80,000 attribute points are not much for him now. He wants to find the attributes that need to be improved the most.

The training these days has left his attributes unchanged.

He began to feel the bottleneck, just like a person's upper limit. Without a system, he might never be able to improve it.

It is somewhat similar to the potential value in 2k games. The degree to which a player's future development is determined by the potential value.

Mo Mengchen is now facing a similar problem, and his potential seems to be stuck in the 80-point total evaluation.

He doesn't believe that training cannot be improved, but he can't go into it now, so he can only improve by relying on attribute points first.

He quickly found the point he wanted to improve: dribble and shoot mid-range.

This attribute has only 60 points, which is qualified.

No matter which era, middle distance is the killer weapon of superstars. Even in the era of small balls, which is considered to be inefficient offensive methods, middle distance is also the final weapon of victory.

In an instant, Mo Mengchen increased this attribute from 60 to 75, and starting from 75 points, every point of improvement is consumed by more than 3,000 attribute points.

If this increase continues, when it reaches 80 points, it is estimated that if it does not increase a little, it will take four or five thousand attribute points.

"Insatiable shit!"

Mo Mengchen cursed and ended the modification of the attributes.

The total evaluation is still 80, no change.

Middle distance has never been regarded as Mo Mengchen's conventional scoring method. If the space is large enough, he would rather choose to throw than jump.

Selling requires space. If you break through the opponent and someone behind you helps to defend, you will not be able to take action. This is why he needs to make a mid-range shot.

An offensive method that is not comprehensive enough will be targeted, and the offense will be blocked.

Thinking of the game two days later, Mo Mengchen just wanted to find a place to train and adapt to the feel brought by adding attributes.

The next morning

Mo Mengchen is about to go away.

"Doctor Mo, what you said will bring the game back." Adrian Kidmomonchen said to the media.

Mo Mengchen smiled faintly and said, "Yes, I will bring the game back, and you can still watch the game on the spot."

"My sister and I will cheer you up in front of the TV," said Adrian.

Seeing Adrian's body getting fatter and fatter, Mo Mengchen was very worried about his future. He looked at Ephraim. Although the other party had the same concerns, the focus was on him now.

"Just try your best."

Adults are more rational, and Ephraim will not ask Momonchen to do anything.

Mo Mengchen doesn't need reason. What he needs now is a major determination: "Believe me, I will win."

Ephraim smiled and said, "I just don't want you to put too much pressure on yourself."

Sometimes, stress becomes motivation.

Momchen kissed Ephraim goodbye and met Medela when she went out. She had been dating recently, and according to what she said, the date went smoothly.

But looking at her face, she doesn't look like she is lucky.

"Do you want me to go with you?" Medela had had enough of a damn date. If Meili Jiayuan was not a website built by Mo Mengchen, she would sue this website that cheated people.

Since Meili Jiayuan opened its registration, there have been many couples in pairs, but many people have also reported that they have encountered perverts.

Few people like Medela often encounter perverts.

She didn't know whether she was not a man or she really couldn't get rid of the bad luck brought by her ex-boyfriend. Why did she always meet perverts when she wanted to date someone?

I remembered the man last night... he was very good, had a good job, and had a good education. He met her requirements in many aspects, but he had an unbearable odor on his body. The smell that could not even be resisted by deodorant made her find a reason to leave the scene halfway through the date.

Now, she hopes Mo Mengchen allows her to resume work.

Mo Mengchen thought he was helping Medela escape from the sea of ​​suffering: "No, I only have competitions recently, there is nothing else, you can continue on a date."

"But I..."

Compared to dates, Medela is more willing to be with him. Even if he is sarcastic all day, it is better to date a group of perverts or physically defective men.

"Good luck."

Mo Mengchen didn't notice Medela's loss, picked up his luggage and walked down the stairs.
Chapter completed!