Final score: 98 to 92.

The Pistons defeated the Knicks away with a 6-point advantage to win the game.

That night, Mo Mengchen played for 36 minutes, scoring 11 points, 7 rebounds and 12 assists, which was the first time he had a double-double in his career with points and assists.

The most surprising thing is his high efficiency, with only four shots in the game, plus one free throw, all hits.

Pat Riley stared at Mo Mengchen, like a man who had been searching for treasures for many years suddenly saw a peerless treasure.

"It's a pity for such a guy to stay in a place like Detroit." Nelson thought to himself, Mo Mengchen happened to walk towards him.

Riley held Mo Mengchen's hand affectionately and said, "Mo, you played an unforgettable game."

"Thank you." Mo Mengchen responded calmly, and then let go of Nelson's hand.

Riley has coached many good players, such as mean Jay Barr, as enthusiastic as Magic, as low-key and calm as Ewing and James Worthy. They all have their own special features, but Mo Mengchen, who has never seen such a player.

Even tonight, he wasn't the most outstanding player on the Pistons.

If you don't look at the shooting percentage, Hill looks like the Pistons' AC. He scored 23 points, 13 rebounds and 4 assists, but anyone who watched the game would have a clear understanding: Mo Mengchen is the one who changed the game's trend.

At this moment, Riley was not only marveling at Mo Mengchen's maturity and calmness, but also thinking about the transaction plan.

Obviously, this is a rare talent, and he is still in the embryonic stage. Maybe even the Piston has not discovered how great his future can be.

What kind of trading plan should be proposed so that the Pistons feel that they have made money, and it doesn’t matter if they hand over Mo Mengchen?

Looking at the people in the team, Riley frowned.

This is really not easy. The Knicks' biggest problem is that there are not many engaging chips.

"Joe, it's a good fight."

After the game, Chuck Daly left the commentator seat and came to the court to greet his former disciples.

"Dad, you look decades younger." Dumas smiled.

"No, I'm as old as you," Daly glanced at Mo Mengchen, "The era of young people is coming soon."

Dumas smiled and said, "Yes, I know."

Hill was very excited. After all, he scored a goal that changed the game trend. He could say that he was tonight's MVP.

Mo Mengchen walked up to him, and the expression on his face could not tell whether he was happy or unhappy.

"I'm not a cancer, you know this very well. I know you are trying to motivate me, but I don't like this word, and I don't like you to motivate me." At this time, Hill returned to his usual elegance and spoke in a rhythmic manner.

I inspire you? Then you are really wrong.

"No, I didn't inspire you, you acted like a cancer for most of the second half, and if you have questions, you can review the second half of tonight before going to bed."

After saying that, Mo Mengchen pointed behind him: "Don't be angry, the reporter will come to you right away."

"You!" Hill glared at him. Before he could refute, Mo Mengchen left and the reporter came.

Mo Mengchen walked into the player channel alone and recalled tonight's game.

The Knicks are undoubtedly a better team than them. This encounter tonight is more because the opponent cannot find the rhythm on the offensive end and their defense is still very strong.

Hill's three-pointer is the biggest fatal point.

Especially for the Knicks, who like to block the penalty area and have a group of muscles and sticks born for defense, once Hill can't find the feel, his performance will be extremely struggling.

Before the last four minutes of the fourth quarter, Hill struggled for most of the game. If it weren't for the last deflection that overwhelmed the Knicks' momentum, the Pistons would have lost.

Anyway, Hill is the Pistons' ace.

Just like what Jordan means to the Bulls.

Mo Mengchen opened the system and saw various indicators for completing the task.

Tonight, the task of limiting the score of counter players not exceeding 10 points failed, but other tasks were successful, especially the team technical rating.

Under his command, the team's team technical rating is A.

He exceeded the system's assignment and also received more rewards, with a total of 900 attribute points.

This is his fifth game, and with the several surgeries he has performed these days, his attribute score has reached 5,000.

Thinking of his overall evaluation, he also wanted to improve as soon as possible, but this was by no means something that could be done overnight. He had to take it slowly, which is why he needed Hill to develop a three-pointer.

Before his strength comes, Hill has to take on some responsibilities that he doesn't like, such as killing the game like tonight.

Mo Mengchen raised his head and suddenly saw Xiao Dula standing at the door of the locker room.

Why is he here?

Who let him in?

Is the security guard dead?

No, what's strange about getting into here as his identity?

"Congratulations on winning the game. This is my first time watching the Pistons game. I have always been a loyal fan of MJ. The Pistons are the team I hate the most." Dura Xiao smiled faintly, "But I have to support you tonight."

"On behalf of the team, I thank you for your turnaround."

Mo Mengchen paused and turned to another place, "Even if you do this, I will not agree to you."

"Mo, there is nothing that cannot be negotiated. Why don't you give me another chance? Let's eat something together, and maybe you will agree to me." Xiao Dura smiled.

"Of course, I didn't come empty-handed. You guys played a great game. As a fan, I enjoyed it. This is my gift to you."

Xiao Du La waved his hand, and his man came over with dozens of gift boxes.

"If the negotiations are not going well, give someone a gift. Is this your style?"

If Dula Xiao is the future leader of Dula Electric Appliances, Mo Mengchen is really worried about this booming national company.

"If the person standing in front of me is a life-saving person, it's nothing bad to have a lower posture. Mo, I'm different from my brother, I know your ability, I know you can complete the surgery, you never fail, no matter at Mayo Center or in San Lucifer, no patient died on your operating table." Little Dura said, "I just want him to live."

"Who is this person?"

Seeing the gift box all over the floor, Houston's eyes turned into light eyes like cat's eyes and dog's eyes in the dark.

"This...is this for us?" asked Louis M. Lorre in surprise.

Don Reed photographed him: "That's sure, otherwise why put it here?"

"Thank you! Thank you!"

These unpromising bastards accepted Xiao Dula’s gift just when Mo Mengchen was hesitating.

"Your teammates are very loving." Xiao Dura said with a smile.

"So, you book a place and we have a meal together. I will give you another chance to convince me. Only this time, if you can't convince me, please don't come to me again in the future, and don't send a lot of gifts to you."

"In addition, the things you gave can only make those idiots happy, and I'm not interested at all."

After saying this, Mo Mengchen said, "You know my phone number, just call me if you have a reservation."

"Joeune, this man is too arrogant!" said the little Dura's entourage in anger.

Little Dura said, "Let's go and find a place. I never thought that these gadgets would impress him. He wanted greater rewards."

"Isn't it enough to have a good relationship with Dura?" said the little Dura's entourage in surprise.

"He not only hopes that we owe him a favor, but he also wants other things when he owe him this favor," said Little Dura sarcastically, "After all, my stupid brother, offended him thoroughly."

"That..."

"I heard that he likes to eat noodles and find a good noodle restaurant."

locker room

Mo Mengchen sat on the bench and slowly took off his clothes. He watched these guys unpacking the gift boxes excitedly like country bumpkins, giving the feeling of urban people going to the countryside to experience life.

Aren’t it just a few exquisite little gifts? As for these people, it’s not that they can’t afford it.

"I always wanted to buy this, but I felt it was unnecessary. Now someone gave it away, it's great!" Houston praised Dura Jr. "I wish every fan was like him!"

First of all, these fans need to be very rich; secondly, they also need to have a critically ill father.

Mo Mengchen said additional conditions in his heart.

After a while, Collins took Hill and Dumas to the press conference.

Compared to Dumas, the reporter wanted to see Momonchen more.

Collins took this matter through an official voice, and some thoughts appeared in his mind.

The outside world began to become interested in Mo Mengchen.

It's no wonder that a player with a terrible injury history, a weirdo who works as a doctor on the field, an efficient shooter, and a commander who speaks the same thing, is just a rookie, but he can command others.

Not to mention reporters, even Collins wanted to know how Mo Mengchen did it.

Many coaches who have coached in the NBA for many years do not have the leadership like him.

This not only requires the trust of others, but also requires the people around you to fully believe that he is right.

"I promise, I will bring Dor.Mo to the press conference next time. Please ask some other questions."

Collins was also annoyed by the question, so he simply drew a cake for everyone and would like to talk about what happened next time next time.

If Mo Mengchen performs poorly in the next game, won’t the reporter lose interest in him?

Although Mo Mengchen was not present, the reporter still asked some questions related to him, such as what he brought to the team, how to evaluate his high efficiency, and whether it is possible for him to replace Dumas' starting lineup in the future.

Especially the last question, the person who answered this question was Dumas.

“Everything is possible.”
Chapter completed!