"Where do you want to go?" Hill was sure Momonchen didn't want Ephraim to see what he was now, so he didn't want to go home.

Mo Mengchen bit open the bottle cap of the whiskey with his mouth. If he was sober, he would definitely punch his face hard when he saw him doing such a thing.

"Do you know there is a back door in the Imperial Axis Arena?" Mo Mengchen asked with a smile.

His voice sounded less awake.

This is the unique tone of the drunk.

"I know, what's wrong?" Hill asked.

"Take me in and have a look." Mo Mengchen said, and took another sip of wine.

Hill didn't know what to say and refused, so he had to drive the car to the back door of the Empire Axis Arena. Although there were security guards here, the two of them were golden signs here, and the security guards consciously opened the passage for them.

Mo Mengchen and Hill have been in here countless times in the past five years, but none of them have come in through the back door.

After walking for a few minutes, they walked into the stadium. This large stadium that could accommodate 30,000 people, but there was no one at this moment.

Momonchen and Hill entered the stadium they fought for.

Mo Mengchen took a sip of wine, then put half of the bottle of whiskey left on the sidelines, walked in unsteadily, and each step hurt him very much, but he didn't let Hill see that, he even successfully tricked Hill in this way - really, I didn't feel any pain at all.

Actually, I'm so fucking painful!

Hill looked at Mo Mengchen and walked to the center of the venue.

But in Mo Mengchen's eyes, this is not the Imperial Axis Arena, but the Asvega Aviation Arena - the home court of the University of Washington's Eskimo Dogs.

Mo Mengchen seemed to hear the cheers of his alumni. In pure college basketball, there was no intrigue or conflict of interests, but just a simple sports competition.

Mo Mengchen seemed to have seen those people, and his family was on the sidelines.

He seemed to be in the NCAA field.

A nostalgic college competition, he was still a talented Australian genius at that time.

"Please focus on the 12th of the University of Washington." Mo Mengchen said like a commentator, "This child from Australia is talented. He has already got a quasi-triple pair tonight. He can do everything!"

In fact, he was just trying to fight with his grandfather. He wanted to dominate his life. He was a rebellious child and was not understood by his family, but his family still loved him.

"He's coming, he's going to attack, he's going to rule you all!"

"He broke through from the outside!"

"He rushed into the basket!"

"His opponent is Duke's seven-foot center!"

"He shook everyone, he was simply unstoppable!"

Hill listened and finally remembered that this was a game he played with Washington when he was at Duke University. Mo Mengchen was one of their opponents, and their fate had already appeared many years ago.

"He looked ahead and saw a good opportunity. His family smiled for him, the fans screamed for him, he saw his bright future, and he rushed over!"

Best in the United States?

NBA No. 1 pick?

MVP?

Championship?

What is waiting for him?

"He saw his family, he saw the future, they were proud of him, and his father told others in tears, 'That's my good kid!'"

"He rushed in!" Mo Mengchen slapped his hands hard. He wanted to imitate the sound that caused his third ACL torn, but he couldn't.

"He fell down again!"

"Students, he fell down and didn't stand up!"

"This is his third injury, he's finished, and his career ends here!"

Mo Mengchen looked back at Hill, "He's finished!"

"Will he stand up?" Who was he asking? Hill didn't know. "Yes, I promise you he will stand up."

"He will stand up again, and that's when he can bury his family after that car accident."

"Losing his family's support will make him fall completely."

Fall down forever, right?

That should have been.

"No, I still stood up." Mo Mengchen smiled, "I decided to start over, I joined the Pistons... I got the championship, I became Dor.Mo, the best player in the world, I have a beautiful wife and four cute children."

"I, Dor.Mo, the ending is perfect."

That should have been.

Hill watched him turn around, and he didn't know how to stop Mo Mengchen.

"Is this over? No, yet, I am arrogant and want to set a record, I want to surpass my predecessors, I run forward with self-righteousness, I crash into Bruce Bowen at all costs!"

"So it comes again, the same knee."

Mo Mengchen sat down slowly and was facing Hill: "Will I stand up this time?"

"I want to be strong, but the pain is enough to destroy my fighting spirit."

"I want to tell everyone how sad I am, but everyone is looking forward to my strong return."

This is Dor.Mo's fate, right?

That should have been, right?

Hill didn't know how long these things had been accumulated on him, so he walked over to him, sat down, and asked, "You will definitely come back, right?"
Chapter completed!