"What's this?"

"Your gift."

The gift box that Siphus prepared for Mo Mengchen was relatively small, and there was no way to tell what was contained inside.

"It's not a ring, right?" Mo Mengchen's mind was opened.

Siphus 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 helping the emergency department, Mo Mengchen went straight to Severth's office.

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

He would complain about office installations, items, Seaphus's hairstyle, dressing, taste, everything.

"What are you planning to spend tonight?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Siphus sorted out the documents: "I am not as leisurely as you are in preparation for work in December."

"You're not Thanksgiving?"

It turns out that there are still Americans in this world who will not have Thanksgiving?

"Where are you spending it, right? I'm the only one, so it's the same on Thanksgiving."

Siphus is not complaining, nor has any other metaphors, it is just explaining.

"One person? Where is your family?"

"I haven't contacted for a long time," said Siphus. "I'm a celibate."

"Oh~" Mo Mengchen stared at her bright red hair, "No wonder he is less than 30 years old and looks older than a 40-year-old woman."

Siphus raised his eyes: "Do you have nothing else to do?"

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

Siphus snorted and continued to fill in the information, sounding like he asked casually: "So, what about you? How are you planning to celebrate Thanksgiving? You Australian, shouldn't have the sentiment of Thanksgiving?"

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

"Girlfriend?"

Siphus' tone revealed incredible and a strange feeling: "A guy like you actually has a girlfriend?"

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

His teammates were afraid and respectful to him. Hill and Houston were closer to him, but they were also verbally attacked by him every now and then.

Siphus also felt that although she got along well with Mo Mengchen, it was based on her 100% tolerance for Mo Mengchen's complaints.

She didn't know why she was so tolerant. She was not a generous woman.

"Yes, even a guy like me has a girlfriend." Mo Mengchen picked up this embarrassing question and fought back against Siphus, "So you know how failed your life is, right? Even if you devote the rest of your life to Saint Lucifer, it will be difficult to get promoted to the board."

Siphus looked straight at Momonchen, his blue pupils glowing, mixed with other emotions: "Aren't you like this? Your life is not much better than me, surgery, training, competition, and in comparison, my life is much simpler than you."

"At least I did something different, I wouldn't feel monotonous. What about you? There are 365 days a year, and today a year ago, I guess what you did is similar to today. So, did you live for 365 days, or did you live for only 1 day, but you repeated it 365 times?"

Siphus looked at the face opposite the table, only half a meter away.

This annoying face!

Suddenly, Siphus stood up and forced a kiss on Mo Mengchen.

Dr. Mo, who was molested, stood there in a daze.

"What are you doing?!"

Mo Mengchen asked inexplicably.

"At least today is different from before." Siphus picked up the information and said, "Happy Thanksgiving, Dr. Mo."

Henry Ford Training Center

Momonchen opened Siphus' gift box, which contained a black tie.

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

Dumas was sweating profusely and walked over to ask.

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

Dumas picked up a towel to wipe the sweat from his body and said, "Is this a question necessary? It's obvious that no one will give you a tie except for his girlfriend and mother, right? You don't look like a woman, not like me..."

Mo Mengchen smiled and said, "Do you want to say, you are very favored by women?"

That's all you?

Mo Mengchen looked closely and saw that Dumas was not ugly, but it would be difficult to say that he was handsome. He was not like Jordan and Kobe. Although his facial features were defective, he could use the aura brought by his skills and achievements to enhance his temperament.

(Jordan has two ears that attract wind, and it should be more than me who thinks Kobe is scathing and has a bad eye)

"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 fate, we have gone to many away games, and we have not seen any away games with a bunch of women surrounding you. There are many girls who will surround Grant for autographs and kisses."

By the way, this does not mean that Hill is handsome or has a feminine reputation. This only means that some American women have problems with their aesthetic tastes, just his fat baby face...

There were many people in the training hall, and they gave each other a Thanksgiving gift.

This is a custom.

Barkley was very generous in his actions, and the things he gave were valuable from the gift box.

This year, Mo Mengchen had a first say that he would not let them deliver kitchen utensils, so everyone was also thinking about giving a variety of things.

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

It was very special that Hill gave the things, and he gave everyone a painting.

Everyone knows that he likes collecting paintings by famous artists very much. He has a painting exhibition hall at home. This year he even took out some collections to give to others.

Of course, not everyone gives it to you.

Some people obviously cannot appreciate paintings, such as Wallace, Jerome Williams, and Wallace. It is better to take out a check to buy a few gold necklaces to make them more down-to-earth than to give them paintings.

In fact, Mo Mengchen thought so too.

The knife he used to cut beef recently was a bit bad. If Hill could give him a brand new knife, he would be very grateful.

As a result, Hill was wrong. He thought Mo Mengchen was a person who was divorced from the low-level interests, so he gave him a valuable painting and said that he would go to Mo Mengchen's house to enjoy the painting when he had time.

If he knew that Mo Mengchen had decided to throw the painting into the warehouse and stay idle, he would not know if he would take it back.

"Grant, if you have time, practice with me."

After the gift was given, Mo Mengchen invited Hill to fight alone.

Recently, in addition to three-pointers, one of the skills Mo Mengchen has been practicing is low-post back-playing.

He has never been good at back-shooting, but has obtained the skill of "Pace Master". He has gained some advantages in back-shooting. In this era, if a tall guard like him does not know how to back-shooting, it is a shameful waste.

Although I wanted to take the modern route at first and be a person whose style of playing beyond the times, the result was not good.

If the back-attack is not appropriately increased, the whole team can only rely on Barkley and Hill to work at low positions.

Barkley is getting older and Hill is very steady in back-playing, but his output is limited by himself.

Therefore, it is imperative to develop the right path.

Barkley is also in the training hall. Now he can walk normally, and his legs and feet have basically recovered their functions, but it still needs a period of recovery training to return to the arena.

"Mo, you're also playing back hit? Is your lower limb strength OK?"

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

What happened? Mo Mengchen stuck Hill and caught the ball from Lore with one hand.

"Duke, have you let the water go?" Ma Hong asked.

Hill shouted, "No!"

"This guy has this power?"

The whole team was shocked.

Mo Mengchen was ashamed. His idol was Bird. Bird can be said to be one of the small forwards with the best low post skills in history. He can attack and attract firepower to make the axle in the low post. He is even the best passer in history in the back-to-body state.

As Bird's brainless fan, Mo Mengchen was not interested in the cold when he was beaten to the back.

First, because his body is relatively fragile, his past injury history makes him very resistant to this fierce attack method;

Secondly, because he himself doesn't like this kind of attack that looks simple and rough.

Now he has to learn because he is in the late nineties.

If the defenders of this era do not have to play behind the scenes, they are disabled just like those defenders who cannot shoot three-pointers twenty years later.

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

Think about the dark defensive era that will arrive soon. If you don’t have to play back, how much can you help the team with just one hand?
To be continued...