The triple-double performance brought Mo Mengchen back to people's vision.

"It seems like this guy can make headlines in other ways besides having surgery?"

"Silly guys, you missed a great player!"

"211011, Dor.Mo had a stunning surgical operation in Indiana." - quoted from Sports Illustrated in late November 1995.

One month wandering

Christmas, the Spring Festival in the United States, the most important festival of the year in European and American countries, and the NBA will naturally not miss this good day.

This day of family reunion, the whole family gathered together to have a meal, talk about the gains and losses of the year, and watch a game that doesn’t matter who wins.

This is the Christmas battle, but unfortunately, a team like the Pistons that roam on the edge of the playoffs has no chance to play the Christmas battle.

In the middle of this month, Mo Mengchen's shooting touch experienced a big drop, and there was no warning, only he knew what was going on.

At that time, his attributes were divided into 30,000, which he used to improve his lower limb strength.

He spent 26,000 attribute points to increase the strength of the lower limbs by 10 points. Now, his lower limbs have reached 84. At this point, his lower limbs can barely be called excellent, but compared with Mark Jackson's animal who relies on his butt, he will not make things boring with that kind of guy.

He did not keep the remaining 4,000 attribute points, but directly added them to the explosive power.

His explosive power attributes have 60 points, but each point is very expensive. It costs 1,800 attribute points to increase from 60 points to 61 points, and 2,000 attribute points from 61 to 62.

As a result, he only had 200 points left.

After working hard for a few months, what did you add in the end?

Mo Mengchen turned off the system, and his overall evaluation did not improve. On the training ground, his lower limbs were obviously stronger than before, especially when shooting, the problem arose.

Because the lower limb strength is too high, he needs to find the shooting feel again.

Therefore, he scored twenty-one three-pointers in the next four games, and did not regain his touch until he played against the Knicks before the Christmas game.

Pat Riley witnessed Mo Mengchen who regained his touch. That night, he made six of six from the three-point line, made an inside and outside shot, scoring 23 points, 10 rebounds and 6 assists, breaking the 21-point scoring record against the Pacers after Thanksgiving last month.

“Detroit has dug a brilliant gem in the waves.”

That night, former King of New York, Bernard King, made such a speech.

It should be noted that the King of New York before Ewing had extremely tricky vision. When he first fought with Jordan, he asserted: "Chicago got a treasure."

Mo Mengchen gradually entered the public's vision. As a rookie, he averaged 867 before starting, 13,710 after starting, and averaged 1,079 per game.

Super high efficiency and amazing calm, the head coach of each team praised his on-the-spot dispatch.

“He makes people feel like Detroit doesn’t need a head coach at all.”

Similar praises are getting more and more, Doug Collins is under great pressure, and he also knows what kind of player Mo Mengchen is. Sooner or later, he will be unable to hold back.

"Mo, this is your Christmas gift." Dumas smiled and handed the thing to Mo Mengchen's hands.

Mo Mengchen looked at the weight of this gift, but no matter how much he looked at it, it was not big, and it should not be kitchen utensils.

Now the whole team knows that he is a great chef. If he doesn't know what to give during the holidays, he will give him some high-end kitchen utensils. This made him get used to his own kitchen utensils, and these guys have brought them again. At first, he was intentional, then he was irritable, but now he is tired.

"I hope I see something else when I take it apart."

Mo Mengchen pointed to the pile of gifts behind him, "Look at these uncreative idiots, I know what's in it if I don't remove the gifts."

"Doctor, they just don't want to give you some gifts you like."

"To be honest, I used to like kitchen utensils very much. Since I met these stupid pigs, I suddenly hated kitchen utensils. I miss the rusty appearance of kitchen utensils." Mo Mengchen kept complaining.

Dumas smiled and said, "To be honest, I'm curious why you chose to play basketball. Many people say you are the best doctor in the world, and everyone who has eaten the dishes you made himself said you can be a chef at a five-star restaurant. Is there anything else you can't do?"

"There are many, as if I were the best doctor in the world, but for me, one-third of the diseases do not need me to treat, and one-third of the diseases I cannot treat. Unfortunately, the diseases I can cure are only one-fifth of the remaining one-third, and my energy is limited." Mo Mengchen smiled, "The same is true for cooking. Compared to these two studies, basketball is much simpler."

"So, did you choose basketball because it's easier?"

"One of the reasons, but more out of love. Can't you tell that I like basketball very much?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Dumas was suddenly confused. If people like Mo Mengchen talk about "like" and "love", then the world will probably be in chaos, right?

Mo Mengchen gave his gift back to the gift he prepared for Dumas: "Where are you? Why did you choose basketball?"

“As a kid, in the small town where I live, I practice shooting alone in the backyard every night, and then dream about becoming a great basketball player in my sleep,” Dumas said.

Such examples are not new. Reggie Miller was beaten by his sister in the backyard and dared not cut into the basket and could only practice long shots on the periphery, while Drexler practiced dunks in his father's garage. Dumas, he didn't even have an opponent. His five siblings love football, and he could only practice long shots on the basket alone, and dodge his fantasy opponents - such as Chicks and Dr. J.

Dumas is definitely an outlier of the Pistons. He is Hill before Hill. It is hard to imagine that the evil-ridden bad boys army has such a gentleman.

Mo Mengchen, in his youth, did not like the Pistons. At that time, he was studying abroad, and in the era of the most fierce competition in the NBA, the Magic Bird God was tied for the same time, and the center forward era was prosperous, and there were cutting-edge talents in all positions.

The rise of the Bad Boston Legion shattered the Boston dream, and of course the Celtics also had their own reasons.

It's naturally different now. This is a typical basketball story. The more you hate something, the more you will have something to do with.

Giving each other a gift with his teammates, Mo Mengchen returned to Galritton Apartment with a car of gifts.

He parked the car but didn't take out the gifts. Anyway, they must be some kitchen utensils.

Momchen was not alone tonight. He made an appointment with the Ephraim brothers to celebrate Christmas together.

Because he had only one person, just now, there were only two of them, so the three of them got together, he was responsible for cooking, Ephraim was responsible for the arrangement, and Adrian was responsible for the play.

For Ephraim, Momondun has always slowly promoted his relationship with each other in a relatively gentle manner.

He doesn't want to be too fast, but he doesn't have to be too slow, just let it go.

Dumplings, various fruit pies, steaks, boiled fish...Mo Mengchen made eight dishes, and the three of them obviously couldn't finish them.

"I'm starting!"

Without prayer and without blessing, they are all unbelievers.

Mo Mengchen could see that Ephraim was not very happy, but it should not be derived from him.

"Do you want to drink a few glasses?" Mo Mengchen opened the red wine bottle.

"I really need a few drinks," Ephraim said.

Mo Mengchen poured her wine, and she poured it down one by one.

Ephraim burped, and the smell of alcohol in his mouth smelt Momchen's face.

"Is something wrong?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Ephraim lay on the table, "I can't cook, I can't take good care of my brother, and I can't fight a lawsuit."

lawsuit?

Um?

Mo Mengchen poured a small glass of wine: "Sece?"

"I always lose the lawsuit, and they always throw the most difficult lawsuit to me... If this continues, I will be fired." Ephraim said, his eyes turned red.

Mo Mengchen smiled and said, "I just happened to be missing a legal counsel."

"Really?" Ephraim stood up and looked at Mo Mengchen with his face in his arms.

I was a little shy when I was staring at this Monica Beluch-level beauty in an extremely charming way.

“It’s true.”

Mo Mengchen drank a sip of wine and suppressed his shock.

"Then I want you..."

Ephraim's words paused for more than ten seconds.

“Helping me as legal counsel!”

"No problem." Mo Mengchen smiled.

Ephraim lay down again: "Why are you so nice to me?"

Mo Mengchen smiled and said, "Because we are friends."

"Are you so good to every friend?" Ephraim's tone was full of drunkenness, and Mo Mengchen felt that she would fall asleep at any time.

This question made him feel a little confused about how to respond. He was stunned for a moment and said, "No."

However, Ephraim had no reply anymore and she fell asleep.

"Doctor Mo, my sister..."

"She's sleepy," Mo Mengchen said, "she's asleep."

"Is it so early?"

"Yes, she's very tired." Mommonchen picked up Ephraim in the waist and said, "Adrian, help me open the door."

Adrian hurriedly opened Ephraim's bedroom.

Momchen carefully put Ephraim down, covered her quilt, and walked out of the room with Adrian.

"Doctor Mo, you can actually be a chef. Isn't it better to be a chef?"

"No need to do surgery or play games, you can try a variety of dishes."

"Can you make some Australian cuisine next time? Are you not an Australian?"

Adrian is obviously more suitable for being a lawyer than his sister, and his little mouth is always there.
Chapter completed!