The atmosphere is a very strange thing.

On the court, there are usually only three atmospheres, normal games, intense games or lifeless games.

Most teams will start with a normal game atmosphere, and the winners and losers will end in different atmospheres.

Magic clearly has better strength and talent, but they can't find the rhythm under the heavy targets of the pistons.

Hardaway believed Mo Mengchen's nonsense and chose to play without a ball, which greatly reduced his power.

O'Neal spent a lot of energy under the wheel battle of the Pistons, and in the fourth quarter, he encountered a foul crisis.

At that time, the Magic was 14 points behind.

Hardaway finally realized that something was wrong and he wanted to chase points, but they were too far behind.

The Pistons's outer trident stood up to fight it during the period when he turned the tide.

First, Mo Mengchen's three points;

Alan Houston's central shot;

Finally, Hill started a one-on-one single fight.

Hill, especially, is the only player in the Pistons who can play against Hardaway and not lose the upper hand.

The most fierce period when Hardaway led the team to counterattack was Hill's single-handed challenge that curbed the magic's sharpness, and the game entered another stage.

Garbage time.

In the last five minutes, the game became garbage time.

The Magic didn't expect that they would throw away this home court, and they didn't expect that they would be beaten into garbage at home.

There are many things to summarize, but now, they have to accept this sad result first.

"1-1, the series returned to the starting line."

"The Orlando people didn't expect they would witness a big defeat tonight."

"Same, the Detroits will gain confidence, and next they will return to their home court, and by then, they will send their toughest challenges to the Magic with a rough cheer."

At the end of the game, green words appeared in front of Mo Mengchen's eyes.

"Scoring doubles - successful."

"Assisted in double-success"

“A personal rating reaches A-success.”

“Team rating A-success.”

“Win the game.”

"The playoff reward double mechanism triggered."

“Achievement: Win the first playoff game of his career.”

“Reward: 920X2500.”

The mechanism of double playoff rewards was a bit surprised Mo Mengchen. He didn't see this when he lost the last game, which means that this mechanism will only be triggered when he won the playoffs.

Still very reasonable.

As for that achievement, he didn't care much. It was just a mere achievement, and the reward of 500 attribute points was only enough to fill the gaps.

However, after all, he earned 2,300 attribute points in one night, which can be said to be a harvest night.

These 2300 attribute points, plus the 5300 attribute points saved before, the attribute points on him reached 8000.

Mo Mengchen climbed over the wall of achievement, and the next achievement that can be achieved in the playoffs is: win a round of series.

In addition, he has already completed some achievements, but the system has no prompts.

For example, hit 100 three-pointers.

You know, he attended all seasons, averaging 2.7 three-pointers per game with a shooting percentage of 53%.

82X2.7, let alone hit 100 three-pointers, he hit 200 three-pointers, but there was still no prompt.

These two achievements, one rewards 1,500 attribute points and the other rewards 3,000 attribute points, can be considered a relatively generous reward. Although it is not enough to add attributes, it is better than nothing.

But the system seemed to crash and had no response.

So Mo Mengchen took a closer look in the shower room.

Achievement Wall: 100 three-pointers in a single season (the font is extremely small).

Single season?

Mo Mengchen was not in the mood to complain about why the word "is so small".

These words are enough to explain why the system has not responded.

The meaning of a single season should be to wait until the end of the season before the summary is made. At that time, if the requirements are met, the achievement will be completed by itself.

"It's reasonable." Mo Mengchen thought.

"Mo, are you doing well? How long have you been in?" Houston muttered outside the station.

Houston is the Pistons' playoff scoring champion, averaging 24 points, 3 rebounds and 2 assists in two games, with a shooting percentage of 55%.

The playoffs are so good that many teams have already targeted him.

In the summer, he is a free agent, so he can go wherever he wants.

The Pistons naturally hoped that he would stay, but the management had hidden worries. After all, Detroit had no advantage over those big cities.

"I'm just about to start washing." Mo Mengchen said.

"Damn, are you a woman?" Houston said, "The coach is talking outside."

Mo Mengchen accidentally said the truth: "It's all nonsense."

“Ah hahaha~~~~!”

Houston rarely heard a satisfactory word from Mo Mengchen: "I think so too, all of me sneak in. Who the hell wants to listen to the post-match summary? What's the point?"

It’s not that the post-match summary is boring, but that Collins said is boring.

A good post-match summary can make players reflect, while a bad post-match summary can make people run away.

"How do you think I'm playing tonight?"

Houston doesn't believe that he's beaten like this, Mo Mengchen can still pick on him.

"Fortunately, I didn't make a big mistake." Mo Mengchen seemed surprised.

"What does it mean to not make a big mistake? In your eyes, am I just an idiot who only makes mistakes?" Houston asked angrily.

Mo Mengchen covered his body with soap layer after layer of foam. Hearing Houston say this, he couldn't help laughing.

"Self-knowledge is a good virtue, please continue to maintain it."

“Fuck!”

"Ah~!"

Mo Mengchen heard a scream.

"Stop pretending, I'm not an idiot." Mo Mengchen said.

Houston said miserably: "Do you have no sympathy? I fell heavily!"

"Then are you okay?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"Not good, because my soap has fallen..."

Mo Mengchen had an ominous premonition, and he suddenly lowered his head. Sure enough, Houston's soap, perhaps even dirty than fucking shit, was at his feet.

"Can you help me pick it up?" Houston asked.

Mo Mengchen looked wooden: "Please get mesmerized from next door to me."

"guen? What does it mean?"

"That's what I meant to refuse."

"Forget it, I'll use it anyway." Houston stood up, feeling a little pain in his thighs. "How about it, do you think we have a lot of hope?"

Momonchen is willing to discuss the playoffs with anyone except Houston.

"No."

Mo Mengchen turned off the shower, picked up a towel to wipe his body, wiped it, and then walked out.

"Well, don't you really help me pick up some soap?"

"Do you think it's possible?"

"Okay, please call Louis in for me."

Well, when you see this is not easy to bully, you are called a bully.

This is what it means to be bullied by people?
To be continued...