"When is your turn?"

Mo Mengchen said something without opening any pot.

"It's almost!"

After sitting down, Houston suddenly said, "Aren't you a doctor? Why are we coming to the hospital?"

"I didn't bring a medical box, and the hospital has more complete items." Mo Mengchen said, "How long will it take?"

Thinking of the damn nurse, Houston felt like he was furious: "It's almost!"

Mo Mengchen saw that his blood had stopped, but it was a little painful. He probably didn't hurt his tendons and veins. He was so stupid that he had a lucky fortune. He had once seen a drunk madman breaking his glass and cutting the artery on his hand. When he was sent to the hospital, he was no longer able to do so.

"Do you think this will affect the game?" Houston asked.

"I think you need a few rests." Mo Mengchen said.

Houston suddenly felt that the whole world was targeting him: "I shouldn't have come to San Antonio!"

"You shouldn't have come, who told you to come? Are you playing games here? Are you an All-Star? Who wants to see you? An idiot who loves to join in the fun deserves to suffer." Mo Mengchen said coldly.

The heart of the Zhongtou King was cold: "Can't you comfort me? Look how miserable I am!"

"Sorry, gloating and putting down the wrong things is human nature." Mo Mengchen continued to slap Houston's heart.

Half an hour later, Houston finally heard the summons and walked over cursingly.

Suddenly, the cell phone in Mo Mengchen's arms rang.

It was the call from Hill and the others.

Mo Mengchen answered the phone and explained the situation clearly.

Hill and the others were shocked when they heard Houston hurt their fingers when they had eaten steak, and then they were even more shocked when they chose Emmanuel Royal Hotel.

“Free.”

Mo Mengchen's words made them feel relieved.

“Why is it free?”

"I have told this story. I don't want to say it again. If you want to know, come to the hospital. There is someone here who really wants to talk to someone." Mo Mengchen stared at Houston, who was stuffed with a wet cloth and seemed to be hostages being coerced.

Houston had eleven stitches in his hands, and, according to the hospital, he needed a three-week quit.

That is to say, after the All-Star Weekend, he will have to have at least 11 games off.

For the Pistons, this is really deadly. He is the second scorer outside Hill, who can contribute 20 points per game, and he is also the second scorer except Mo Mengchen, who can hit 2.5 three-pointers in each game.

Who will make up for the gaps left by his eleven games?

"Look at what you did!"

After returning to the hotel, the four of them gathered in their room in Houston for a criticism and controversy.

"Why did you hurt your hands since you were a child?" Hill was surprised.

Houston began cursing which restaurant's steaks were, and claimed that the owner of that restaurant certainly didn't like the Pistons.

Why? Because Rodman cheated them last season? Why is it related to Rodman again? Because Rodman is a player from the Pistons, he hates Rodman, and then he hates him. It is logically reasonable to extend his vicious hand to him, the second most important Pistons.

His logic makes people have nothing to say.

"I'm going to sleep, there's still a lot of activities tomorrow." Mo Mengchen was too lazy to listen to his nonsense.

"You, you!" Dumas' fingers tweaked several times, "Grant, thank you for your hard work in the next month."

Hill said calmly: "How could it be?"

"Alan is not here, his 20 points will be covered by you." Dumas patted Hill on the shoulder.

Duke top student almost failed to stand firm.

Do you average 40 points per game in a single month? He dare not think about such a thing. He is a selfless team player, which is too selfish and cannot be done!

Houston's injury was quickly passed back to Detroit.

The fans wailed and wondered how this happened. Can you get hurt even if you eat steak?

The Pistons coaching staff, mainly Doug Collins, are even more upset. Now the Pistons will only rank sixth in the Eastern Conference. There is more than a month left after the All-Star Weekend. It is really difficult for them to maintain competitiveness without Houston being out of the remaining half of the game.

Before thinking about this, Collins set a rule first.

In the future, as long as you don’t sign up for the All-Star Weekend, you will stay at home and never go anywhere. Houston is your "role model"!

Poor Houston became a negative teaching material.

Then it was the first day of the All-Star Game.

Media Day.

The 1995th class of outstanding rookies gathered together. They wore their respective team jerseys, stood in front of the media to take photos and were interviewed.

This year can be said to be the New Year of the Forward.

A historic power forward Kevin Garnett appeared.

A group of excellent All-Star or Qual-All-Star Power Forwards: Roaring Tianzun, Antonio McDace, Joe Smith.

Although the Pistons have four rookies, only Mo Mengchen got the opportunity, so he is the only one participating in the rookie challenge.

At first glance, the rookies in the Eastern Conference include Roaring Heaven, Jerry Starkhouse, Damon Stodmeier, Cote Thomas...all can be said to be good players.

Mo Mengchen just took photos and then went to the media for interviews.

Although he is a little famous in the league, he is still much worse than other students of his class, and the media is more interested in others.

He didn't care or care. After receiving the interview, he grabbed a ball to train.

He acted like a basketball fool with only basketball in his life. In fact, that's not the case. He just wasn't used to not practicing football all day.

"Why are you shooting here alone?"

Mo Mengchen's eyes looked at the place where the sound came.

That person...

Judging from his appearance, Mo Mengchen couldn't recognize him. If he had reported his name himself, he would know who it was.

Mo Mengchen read it several times and remembered it.

Michael Finley, the remains of the middle and late stages of the 95th first round.

"Because no one interviewed me." Mo Mengchen continued to shoot.

Finley suddenly discovered that the basket Momonchen shot was not as good as the Nets.

How could such a regular basket be without the Nets? Where did the Nets go? He saw the Nets and a pair of scissors on the basket rack. The answer was obvious, and someone cut the Nets.

Many people like the sound of basketball and nets kissing, which is very pleasant.

During practice, Mo Mengchen didn't want to hear this sound. What he wanted was efficiency, speed, and excellence. Therefore, he did not want a Net to block the power of the basketball. He hoped that after scoring the goal, the basketball could bounce back into his hand.

Those who often shoot at a basket without the Nets must know this. When you have enough accuracy, your ball will hit the back of the basket, and the ball will bounce into your hand the moment the ball enters. That's a great time.

The same is true for Mo Mengchen. He now feels like he is in control of everything.

"A 54% three-point shooting percentage is indeed not a big deal."

Finley watched for ten minutes, Mo Mengchen made a goal in about five seconds, and he scored 100 goals in a row.

Moreover, the trajectory of each ball is exactly the same, and each ball hits the back of the basket and bounces back with a strong force.

What a great touch?

Finley observed Mo Mengchen. His posture and strength were exactly the same every time he made a move. He had never seen anyone control the feel of the hand.

Look at his gestures again.

Is this his secret with the little finger, ring finger, and middle finger exerting force in an orderly manner?

What made his feel come from?

Mo Mengchen scored 241 goals in a row and finally missed the shot.

Because he kept aiming at the back edge of the basket, the ball emitted a lot of force every time, and once it was inaccurate, it would bounce back with the most rapid force.

Finley took the ball.

"I've seen many sharpshooters, but you're the most unique one." Finley said.

Mo Mengchen said: "If you have nothing else, return the ball to me."

Finley doesn't like to communicate much. Today, he saw such an ejaculation technique and suddenly wanted to get to know Mo Mengchen, but the other party seemed to be even colder than him.

"Let's go and compete." Finley suggested.

Mo Mengchen glanced at him: "I'm not interested."

"How interesting? My shooting is also very accurate. Don't you want someone to challenge you?" Finley said.

Mo Mengchen shook his head indifferently, he didn't even know what this guy wanted to do.

Comparing shooting? He doesn't have the mood now. He just wants to continue practicing. Comparing shooting is a bad strategy to have fun when he is bored. Who the hell likes to share a ball with his other hands?
To be continued...