You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

"what is this?"

"your present."

The gift box that Sivers prepared for Mo Mengchen was relatively small, and he couldn't see anything in it.

"Isn't it a ring?" Mo Mengchen's brain widened.

Sivers said: "Of course not, you will know when you go home."

Originally, Mo Mengchen had an operation to be performed, but the patient decided to postpone the operation because of Thanksgiving. Therefore, after finishing the emergency department, Mo Mengchen went straight to Sivers's office.

This is his foothold in the hospital, he is used to resting here.

He would vomit office equipment, objects, Sivers hair style, dress, taste, everything.

"What are you going to do tonight?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Sivers sorted the document: "I'm not as busy as you guys in preparing for work in December."

"Are you just for Thanksgiving?"

It turns out there are Americans in this world who can't but Thanksgiving?

"Where haven't you ever been? Anyway, I'm the only one. It's the same for Thanksgiving."

Sivers did not seem to complain, and there was no other metaphor, just explanation.

"Alone? What about your family?"

"For a long time no contact." Sivers said, "I am a celibate."

"Oh~" Mo Mengchen stared at her bright red hair. "No wonder the age of less than 30 years old looks older than the woman of 40 years old."

Sivers raised his eyes upwards: "Do you have anything else to do?"

"Yes," Mo Mengchen said, "Aren't you chatting with you?"

Severus snorted and continued to fill in the information, it sounded like he asked casually: "So, what about you? How are you going to have Thanksgiving? You Australians should not have Thanksgiving feelings?"

"I plan to have Thanksgiving in my apartment, with my girlfriend and her younger brother." Mo Mengchen ignored Medela.

"Girlfriend?"

Sivers's tone revealed unbelievable and strange emotions: "A guy like you still has a girlfriend?"

In the eyes of many people, Mo Mengchen is difficult to approach, he is talented and mean.

His teammates were scared, fearful and respectful to him. Hill and Houston were relatively close to him, but they were also attacked verbally by a distance of three.

Sivers also felt that although she and Momon Chen got along well, it was also based on her 100% tolerance for Mo Menchen's vomiting.

She didn't know why she was so forgiving. She was not a woman of generosity.

"Yes, even a guy like me has a girlfriend." Mo Mengchen picked up this embarrassing question and countered Sivers, "So you know how much of your life has failed? Even if you take the rest of your life It’s all dedicated to Saint Lucifer, and it’s hard to be promoted to the board."

Severus looked directly at Mo Mengchen, his blue pupil shimmering, mixed with other emotions: "Aren't you like this? Your life is not much better than mine, surgery, training, competition, by contrast, My life is much simpler than yours."

"At least what I do is different, I don’t feel monotonous. How about you? There are 365 days in a year, and today one year ago, I guess what you did is similar to today. So, you lived 365 days in the end , Or only lived for 1 day, but repeated 365 times?"

Sivers looked at the face across the table, but only half a meter away.

This annoying face!

Suddenly, Sivers got up and kissed Mo Mengchen with a strong kiss.

Dr. Mo, who was rude, was stunned.

"What are you doing?"

Mo Mengchen asked inexplicably.

"At least today is different from before." Sivers took the information and said, "Happy Thanksgiving, Dr. Mo."

Henry Ford Training Center

Mo Mengchen opened Sivers' gift box, which contained a black tie.

"It's very beautiful, the girlfriend gave it?"

Dumas practiced a lot of sweat and came over to ask.

"Why do you say that?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Dumas picked up the towel to wipe the sweat on his body and said: "This is still a question? Obviously, except for girlfriend and mother, I think no one will give you a tie? You don't look like a woman. Destiny, unlike me..."

Mo Mengchen said with a smile: "Are you trying to say that you are very female?"

Just like you?

Mo Mengchen watched carefully, Dumas was not ugly, but if you say he looks handsome, I am afraid it is difficult to say, he is not like Jordan, Kobe, although the facial features are flawed, but you can use the ball skills and all-in-one The aura brought by achievements enhances its own temperament.

(Jordan has a double-headed look, and, well, I should be the only one who thinks that Kobe looks like a thief)

"Don't you think?" Dumas asked with a smile.

How should Mo Mengchen tell him?

As a teammate, Mo Mengchen has the responsibility to tell him the truth: "Although I am very willing to believe in your womanhood, we have gone to a lot of away games, and we have not seen any away game where there are a bunch of women around you. Ask for a signature and a kiss next to Grant."

By the way, this does not mean that Hill is very handsome or very womanish. This only shows that there is a problem with the aesthetics of some women in the United States. His fat baby face...

There are many people in the training hall, and everyone gives each other gifts for Thanksgiving.

This is a custom.

Barkley's shot is very generous, and the things he sends are very valuable from the gift box.

This year, Mo Mengchen had a word first, and they would not be allowed to send kitchen utensils, so everyone also moved their thoughts and sent a variety of things.

"What do you think of this?" Hill asked.

Hill sent something special, he gave everyone a picture.

Everyone knows that he likes to collect paintings of famous artists very much. He has a painting exhibition hall at home.

Of course, not everyone sends it.

Some people obviously can't appreciate paintings, such as Wallace, Jerome Williams, Wallace, and so on. If you give them paintings, you might as well draw out a cheque and buy a few gold necklaces to give them more ground.

In fact, Mo Mengchen thought so.

The knife he used to cut beef recently is a bit difficult, if Hill can give him a brand new knife, he will be grateful.

As a result, Hill was wrong. He thought that Mo Mengchen, like him, was a person who was free from low-level fun. Therefore, he sent a precious painting and said that he was free to go to Mo Mengchen's house to enjoy the painting.

If he knew that Mo Mengchen had decided to throw the painting into the warehouse and left it idle, he wondered whether he would take it back.

"Grant, if you are free, practice with me."

After the gift was over, Mo Mengchen invited Hill to single out.

In addition to three-pointers recently, Mo Mengchen's main skill is to practice low back.

He has not been good at back playing, but just got the skill of "step master". He has some advantages in practicing back playing. In this era, it is a shameful waste for a tall guard like him to not play back.

At first, although I wanted to take the modern route and be a person who played beyond the times, the results were not good.

If the back is inappropriately increased, the team can only rely on Buckley and Hill in the low position.

Barkley is getting older, Hill back is very stable, but his output is limited.

Therefore, development backlash is imperative.

Barkley is also in the training hall. Now he can move normally and his legs and feet have basically recovered. It just needs a period of recovery training to return to the stadium.

"Mo, do you also play backstrapping? Is your lower limb strength enough?"

Barkley really didn't like Mo Menchen's back hitting. His thighs looked too thin and had no strength at all. How could he get to the position?

The results of it? Mo Mengchen card killed Hill, with one hand to catch the ball from Lorre.

"Duke's, did you release the water?" Mahon asked.

Hill shouted: "No!"

"This guy has this power?"

The team was shocked.

Mo Mengchen is ashamed. His idol is Bird. Bird can be said to be one of the best small forwards in the history of low post skills. He can attack in the low post and can attract firepower to make the axis. He is even the best back in history. Passer.

As a brain fan of Byrd, Mo Mengchen didn't catch a cold on his back.

First, because his body is relatively brittle, his history of injuries has made him very resistant to this fierce offensive attack;

The second reason is that he doesn't like this kind of simple and rough attack.

Now he has to study because he was in the late nineties.

Guards of this era, if they can't fight back, just like those guards who can't shoot three-pointers 20 years later, are disabled.

Some people can use the ball dealer to play different games, but they will definitely be out of touch with the general trend.

Think about the dark defense era that will come soon. If you can't play back, how much can a three-pointer help the team?

His overall evaluation will be higher and higher, and the development of other offensive methods is urgent.

The style of the iron-blooded defense era is confrontation, heavy defense, black elbow.

Hill is better not to swing his elbow, but his confrontation is very strong, especially in the low post.

Mo Mengchen couldn't sit him away, his upper limb strength and lower limb strength couldn't help at this moment.

His body crashed into Devil's Mountain, just like the earth hitting the sun, nothing would happen. A small spot of light may appear on the sun, and the earth disappeared.

From the instinct in the body, the trend Mo Mengchen made a retreat pad, holding the ball, and the defensive strength of Devil Mountain posted strongly-now!

Mo Mengchen stumbled past Devil Mountain and stepped forward to pick the basket.

However, Hill, who responded, returned with a cover and knocked off his ball.

The scene was silent.

"Footsteps are beautiful~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Williams said.

What Mo Mengchen wanted to hear was not this: "What was wrong with my offense just now?"

Barkley's rampant violent flow just felt that he was a little soft: "You seem to be avoiding confrontation?"

"I'm just avoiding defense."

"No, you are hiding from confrontation."

Mo Mengchen followed, his steps were very beautiful.

The "Master of Pace" skill seems to infuse some strange muscle memory into his body, and all his actions come from instinct.

Still beautiful steps, but unable to shake the Devil Mountain completely.

Another cover.

Devil Mountain laughed lightly: "Happy Thanksgiving, Mo."