Chapter 970: The morale of the Knicks

"Amil, how do you know that Dr. Mo is going to shoot three points?"

Adrian's question made Medela think hard. She noticed that Ephraim didn't care much about this matter, and she seemed to be attracted by other things.

"Because I've seen Dr. Mo's many games." Medela emphasized the last few words, "Many games."

It sounds like this is a reasonable explanation.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Adrian found that Ephraim's face was not very good-looking.

Ephraim said, "Nothing, I'll go to the bathroom."

Ephraim felt a slight pain in her abdomen and secretions were flowing out of her lower body. She could not determine whether it was urine or amniotic fluid, so she had to go to the bathroom to find out.

She is not an inexperienced rookie mother. She has successfully given birth to one and three children and can make a correct judgment.

She walked into the bathroom and sat on the toilet, and the feeling of contracting inside her body became even more intense.

She had a similar experience and she knew what it meant.

"Amil!"

She shouted.

Medela ran quickly outside the bathroom, "Ephraim, what's wrong with you?"

"I may be born..." Ephraim is seventy-sixth of confidence.

Hearing his sister's words, Adrian glared: "The fourth baby? Tonight?"

Medela had already called the Galritton Apartment Security Department to inform them to come and help, and then said to Adrian: "You are here to watch them!"

Adrian looked at the carefree triplets and asked, "Why me?"

"Because the hospital is crowded with eyes, we can't take them to the hospital!" Medela said nervously.

The security guard had already arrived outside the gate of Galiton's apartment, and several people tried their best to carry Ephraim to a wheelchair. Once the amniotic fluid breaks, it is inconvenient for the pregnant woman to walk and when her body is still, the amniotic fluid will stop flowing out.

Now I just need to do one thing, that is, to quickly send Ephraim to a nearby hospital.

The adults rushed to take their sister out of the room. Adrian looked at Sogra depressedly, "Doctor Xiao Mo, why in their eyes, I will always be a child?"

Sogra didn't answer him, but just raised his eyes to look at the roof.

It looks like rolling your eyes, but does a child under 3 years old really know how to despise others with rolling his eyes?

As for the game, it will continue.

Mommonchen, who had been fighting with the penny for a whole quarter, didn't know that Ephraim was about to give birth, and he was fully fired, not rebounding or assisting, and only the basket was left in his eyes.

After the first quarter, the Pistons scored 35 points, and Mo Mengchen took charge of 24 points by himself.

After playing the whole quarter, Mo Mengchen's data was 24 points, 2 rebounds and 2 assists. This data was really not like him, but under his selfish guidance of almost paranoid attack, the Pistons led the Knicks 36-25 by 11 points.

The live competition entered the festival and rested, but Adrian in front of the TV was uneasy.

The game can no longer attract him. He just wants to be with his sister, but there are three children who are older than beans at home.

"I will never get married if I beat you to death!" Adrian realized one of the greatest pains in his life at the age of 17.

If Ephraim had known this, he would probably be so angry that he would not even give birth to a child.

Empire Axis Arena

After the first quarter, Mo Mengchen, who performed bravely on the offensive end, was temporarily replaced by Westfal to rest.

The Pistons replaced Hill, Rashid and Reed.

Lore was also replaced. He sat next to Mo Mengchen and asked, "I never knew you like attacking so much before."

"If you don't cut other people's bodies open, you will never know that some people's lungs are black." Mo Mengchen gasped gently.

A lot of offense consumed a lot of his energy.

Some people always say that defense consumes more physical energy than offense. In fact, when the proportion of offense reaches a certain level and the opponent's targetedness increases, the offensive end consumes much higher than defense.

This is true for the outside and even more so for the inside.

After Mo Mengchen handed the ball to Lore, he had to spend a lot of energy to catch the ball every time he attacked, and he would inevitably be subjected to fierce collisions during this period.

Lor understands Mo Mengchen. If he is really a person who values ​​offense very important, he doesn't have to wait until today to show it.

"What's wrong?" asked Lore, "What's the trouble?"

It was my turn to Louis M. Lore to adjust his psychology?

Mo Mengchen laughed at himself, his mouth was like a sharp blade, and he counterattacked Lore: "If you are so leisurely, think about yourself more, how can you win back your majesty as a veteran? Have you ever thought about it?"

Lor never thought of regaining his majesty. That was unrealistic. His status in the Pistons would only decrease with the increasing age and the continuous influx of newcomers.

"I never thought about it." Lor showed a relief expression of giving up treatment, "Let's just do it, I have no other hope."

Suddenly, Frauses walked over and said, "Don't, there's a phone call from your home."

Generally speaking, during the game, no matter what the player has at home, they must play first and then do it.

What's more, today is not an ordinary game. This is the second game in the Eastern Conference semi-finals. The Pistons are going to fight to protect their home court advantage.

Unless it is a huge thing.

Mo Mengchen attaches more importance to his family than anything else, and everyone in the Pistons knows about this.

At this time, what can happen to Mo Mengchen's family? What can the coaching staff risk distracting him and also notify him in advance?

"Are you born?" Mo Mengchen already had the answer.

The person who called was Medela. She was very loud and seemed to have just experienced a fierce exercise: "I just arrived at the hospital and the doctor was already dealing with it."

"All everything is OK?"

"Fortunately, Ephraim is very experienced."

"I see."

Mo Mengchen hung up the phone and returned the phone to Frauses.

After a while, Momonchen rarely applied to Westfal to play early.

If Mo Mengchen is replaced in advance, the piston's rotation schedule for tonight will be completely disrupted.

"If you feel uncomfortable and want to leave early, I agree." Westfar heard about that and also made an excuse for Mo Mengchen to leave early.

"Of course, it's very uncomfortable to stand here and work if this happens." Mo Mengchen said, "but I have to finish my work first."

The exchange between Momonchen and Westfare ends here.

One minute later, Mo Mengchen replaced Hill.

"What's the situation?" asked Hill, "Coach, I can still fight!"

"Grant's presence is a hindrance, replace him." Westfar truthfully conveyed Mo Mengchen's suggestion, "If you have any questions, go to him after the game."

Hill couldn't believe his ears.

"I'm in the way?" Devil Mountain said angrily, "Is he crazy?"

Westfal smiled faintly and said, "I heard that his wife is giving birth in the hospital, so he should want to play the full first half."

"Then why should I replace me?" Hill couldn't figure it out, "Can't I help him?"

When he saw Mo Mengchen's playing style, he knew why Mo Mengchen asked Westfal to replace him.

The complete single-core style of play is in his hands since he came on the court. How to attack and how to play tactics are all based on his will.

Mo Mengchen played like Westbrook, who averaged a triple-double season in his first season.

I feel that I am more confident and don't pass the ball.

Unless it is a pass that can definitely form a score, do it yourself.

As long as it is a defensive rebound that he can grab, he must grab it. Only by grabbing the defensive rebound can he push the fastest counterattack.

The difference between Momonchen and Westbrook is: one is to make the game into garbage time in the first half, and the other is to go to the first triple-double season per game with the support of the entire team to fight for the post-merger era.

Hardaway's momentum is completely impossible to compare with Mo Mengchen, who is red-eyed.

As soon as the two of them faced each other, Mo Mengchen stepped forward to press the ball overwhelmingly, which was the best manifestation of confidence and fighting spirit.

Anyone who stops him from playing this game is a stumbling block. He not only wants to kick the stumbling block away, but also stomp it.

Penns that can still compete with Momonchen in the first quarter were completely at a disadvantage in the second quarter.

It seems that it is not a contest of the same level. Mo Mengchen forced him to stop the ball. He wanted to pass the ball and then encountered the Pistons double-team.

Every star-level ball holder will encounter the Pistons' double-clip package, and all the players who enjoy this package are impressed.

Hardaway has tried it during the regular season, and when it comes to the playoff level, the intensity of the confrontation and pressure on the ball are stronger than before.

Hardaway dropped the ball.

Just halfway through the second quarter, the Knicks were already 15 points behind, and Mo Mengchen dribbled the ball to the frontcourt and chased for a three-pointer.

18 points difference.
To be continued...