"Mr. Mo, good morning."

The first person Mo Mengchen went out as early as possible was Jessica of 260 and her mother.

The more he played, the better and better he was, and the people in Galritton's apartment gradually got to know him. In addition to his identity as a doctor, everyone was full of respect for him.

He was also wondering, now that his popularity is getting higher and higher, should he consider moving?

But here...Mo Mengchen's eyes unconsciously floated forward, and it was also at this time that Ephraim brought Adrian out.

"Good morning."

"I watched the game the day before yesterday, and it was a pity that I couldn't win." Ephraim said regretfully.

She looks much better than the previous few days. Is she a new job?

"It's past, there are many games in the regular season. What we have to do is prepare for the next game," Mo Mengchen asked, "What about you, how are you these days?"

Ephraim smiled, and the smile seemed to make the entire floor brighter, and Mo Mengchen was so dizzy that she laughed.

"The firm sent me a new client, and I will definitely win this time!" Ephraim said confidently.

"Sister said the same last time," Adrian said.

Ephraim pressed his brother's head angrily: "Don't interrupt when he speaks with his kids!" "Oh? What kind of case is it?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"A while ago, there was a car accident in Grey Street. Do you know?"

"Know."

In fact, he didn't know.

"A couple was also the victim of that car accident. They were the center of the early car accident. The wife died because of this. This was a tragic car accident. However, for some reason, the local prosecutor filed a lawsuit against her husband and asked him to bear legal responsibility. I think this is unreasonable. This is a tragedy!" Ephraim said it uprightly, as if he must prove it for the poor husband.

Mo Mengchen had a rough understanding of this case, but he felt something was strange.

He couldn't tell what was going on.

"Goodbye, Dr. Mo."

Jessica waved goodbye to Mo Mengchen before going downstairs.

"Be careful on the way, Jessica."

In front of the neighbor, Mo Mengchen was another person. His teammates would never have thought that this guy could be so approachable.

"Then we will leave, see you again, don't." Ephraim said.

"See you back."

Mo Mengchen and Medela met at the usual agreed location.

Sometimes, Medela would go directly to the apartment to find him. Anyway, she has the keys. If she is not in a hurry, she will wait in the car and Mo Mengchen will arrive on time.

"I have to do a surgery in Saint Lucifer in the morning, train in the afternoon, and record a new song in the evening."

This is basically Mo Mengchen's daily life. He works during the day and engages in some personal interests at night. He wrote another song a few days ago.

Only by constantly trying new things in this way can he realize that the decades of his previous life really lived to be a dog, wasting his youth and letting down time.

"I have something else to do."

"What's up?"

"My neighbor, Ephraim Orrenner of Room 280, recently received a new lawsuit. Please help me find out clearly. I need to know all the information."

Mo Mengchen did not give Medela room to refuse, and he was very damn.

Medela didn't think there was anything wrong with this. Anyway, he was an assistant who had to take care of everything except food, drink, defecation and urination, and had no human rights.

"I will investigate it clearly," said Medela.

Hunter Green Training Center

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Ratliff played five irons in a row, and Alan Houston, who passed the ball to him, was exhausted.

"Rookie, can you do it? When will you shoot a thousand goals in this way?"

Why did Houston become a caddie? This starts at the beginning of training.

Houston has always wanted to snatch the top spot in the team's open marksman from Mo Mengchen's hands, and he felt very good today, especially in his hot zone, which was almost a hit, so he challenged the latter, shooting twenty consecutive goals at the same point, with the one who scored more goals winning, and the person who lost had to help the other party do something.

Houston lost a lot, and then Momonchen sent him to pass the ball to Ratliff.

The King of Central Shooting is not a good sparring partner. He is yelling in his mouth. Some balls were originally available for Ratliff to shoot, but he saw Houston's hateful face, and the balls that should be scored were all swiped out of the basket.

"Is this really useful?"

Hill sat next to him and admired Ratliff's heroic posture in training.

After these people finished practicing, they had nothing to do. They just sat next to them and watched the show, saying sarcastic words, which invisibly put Ratliff intensified to put more pressure on them. Having these people as teammates is a blessing that the blocking king will never be able to cultivate in his ten lives.

Ratliff scored less than twenty of the first hundred goals, and he was depressed.

"Mo, I want to give up!" Ratliff shouted.

"What to give up?"

"Abandoning shooting, I won't use shooting as a selling point anyway. During the draft..." Ratliff expressed his opinion in front of Momonchen for the first time. "Scouts said that my defense is excellent and a team player who can help the team. I don't think I need to shoot."

Thorpe thought he was right; "He really didn't need it, he had a good defense."

With defense, Ratliff later signed a defense of tens of millions of yuan, just his defense.

However, if you only have defense, once your physical fitness no longer exists, your decline will be cliff-like. He is not as good as Duncan's static talent. His cover comes from his innate sense of smell and dynamic talent. To put it bluntly, this is a young meal.

If he shoots, in his old age, he can easily win a valuable contract with his good ability to protect the basket and shoot with his own shot.

"Theo, who do you think is the most important thing in our team?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Ratliff's first reaction was Momonchen, but he also knew Momonchen was a rookie. Here, the correct answer was: "Grant."

"Why is he the most important?"

“He is all.”

"Except for three-pointers." Mo Mengchen added.

Hill's little fat face bulged like an inflatable, and somehow Mo Mengchen pointed his muzzle at him.

"You're right, because he's very comprehensive, he's the most comprehensive player on our team, and all he's the most important," Mo Mengchen said. "Only when you can do a lot of work at the same time, you will become important and indispensable."

Ratliff vaguely understood what Mo Mengchen wanted to express: "You mean, I want to become comprehensive, too?"

"unnecessary."

"I just need you to consolidate your existing strengths and make up for your biggest weaknesses, such as shooting," Mo Mengchen said.

Mo Mengchen said: "Being able to shoot can not only make you earn more money, but also make you have a more stable life. If you want everyone to discover your importance, defense alone is not enough."

"If you want to give up because of the sarcasm of these idle people who have nothing to do after eating, I have no objection. This is your choice," Mo Mengchen said.

Houston grabbed the ball dryly: "What, can you practice? If you don't practice, I'm going to rest."

Hill is the core of the team, Dumas is the boss of the team, and there is also a head coach, but in Ratliff's eyes, their words are not as important as Momonchen.

So they continued to train, but Ratliff was still not sure, but after sweeping away the demons, his hit rate stabilized.

"If you are really idle and have nothing to do, you can hit him and kill him by the wall and don't affect others here."

Mo Mengchen stood up and said.

"The training is over..." Hill said lazily, crossing his legs.

Especially this CP!

Mo Mengchen glared at him fiercely and left straight away.

"Where are you going?" Dumas asked.

"Shot." Mo Mengchen said.

Lynch Hunter muttered: "Madman! Is shooting that interesting?"

Dumas smiled: "For someone who hits 52% of the three-point shooting percentage, shooting is definitely very interesting."

This sentence stimulated Hill, who had a three-point shooting percentage of only 15%, and Duke's top student also left here and picked up a ball to practice shooting.

Mo Mengchen said every day that he just didn't know why the other party was so paranoid.

Can't you win without relying on three-pointers?

Thinking of this, Hill made a jump shot.

"Bang!"

"Damn it, I can play the piano, draw, and cook, so why can't I make three-pointers hit?"
Chapter completed!