Wilkens closed his eyes and was reluctant to face this fact.

They lost 27 points at home in front of the majority of fans.

What's even more humiliating is that this game starts from the last four minutes of the third quarter to garbage time.

What made him even more sad was that the team did not show any possibility of struggle in the whole game.

Hill exploded at the beginning, laying an advantage for the Pistons. Although Steve Smith brought the team's momentum for a while in the second quarter, Mo Mengchen played steadily on the court. Although they could score, the Pistons could score, but the result was still no winner.

Everyone knows what happened in the third section.

Mo Mengchen ran away without warning, with 20 points in a single quarter, 32 points, 12 rebounds and 10 assists in the game, with a shooting percentage of 100%.

At the same time, Hill, who was in the same team as Mo Mengchen, also scored 28 points, 13 rebounds and 12 assists.

This is the first time that the Pistons have had a triple-double in their team history in nearly half a century.

The Hawks fans at the scene were helpless. They were eager to witness a big victory at home, but they waited for a big defeat, and they were still the kind of big defeat that made people completely useless.

"Mo, what caused your outbreak?"

A reporter from HA TV, although he looked helpless, still had to do the work he should do.

Mo Mengchen's performance has caused shock, and many reporters are waiting at the press conference.

Mo Mengchen faced the reporter on the scene and smiled: "I promised a live audience before the game started to break my scoring record. I am very happy that I did it and hope that my performance did not disappoint her."

"The audience at the scene? Did she provoke you?" The reporter thought that some of the audience who was ungrateful had provoked Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen denied: "No, we are friends, to be precise, she is my patient."

"Is her condition serious?"

The reporter was unconsciously led by Mo Mengchen. He regretted the question as soon as he asked it. This was a question that had nothing to do with the game. He was very sure that he would be DISSed by the TV station for this reason.

Mo Mengchen smiled and said, "Serious, but not life-threatening."

"Okay, thanks Dor.Mo for accepting our interview. This is the HA TV station live..."

Mo Mengchen turned around and looked at Boss and his son who had not left yet, and he walked over.

A reporter noticed this scene and hurriedly took a photo.

"Fortunately, I did it." Mo Mengchen looked at Lorenta and smiled.

Lorenta expressed her mood with her eyes. Mo Mengchen could feel her joy and excitement. It was a pity that she couldn't laugh.

Mo Mengchen's eyes fell on Boss' face: "Thank you for watching the game."

Boser smiled and said, "Are you free in a while?"

"Yes, we will leave tomorrow." Mo Mengchen nodded.

"You must be hungry. I heard you have a lot of meals every day," said Bosser. "I know there is a 24-hour restaurant here, and the chef's craftsmanship is excellent."

Mo Mengchen made an appointment with Bose, and then he walked straight to the player's passage.

In addition to the cheerful teammates waiting for him in the locker room, there was also a bucket of ice water prepared by a veteran led by Dumas. Their prank reason was justified: You played too well tonight and you must cool down.

This also exposed Mo Mengchen a weakness: fear of cold.

Not ordinary fear, but particularly fear.

When they poured a bucket of ice water on Mo Mengchen, the atmosphere at the scene solidified.

The joy of winning disappeared completely, Mo Mengchen's face was almost distorted, his angry eyes glanced at everyone, and everyone's backs were chilling.

"Mo...we're just kidding..." Houston's tongue was knotted.

Mo Mengchen also knew that these people were joking.

He suppressed his anger, took off his clothes, and said hoarsely, "I hope there will be no next time."

Then, he walked into the shower naked.

In less than a minute, the locker room returned from the cold winter to the hot summer.

Everyone was frightened.

But they were very happy again, and the Zhongtou Wang Nian said: "It turns out that this guy is afraid of the cold!"

Ma Hong said: "And it's obvious that he's particularly afraid."

"Since he is afraid, don't splash him with ice water next time." Dumas is a good person, "It's not good."

Hill specifically agreed: "Yes, this is not good. I see, next time he will perform like this, we'll stuff it into his crotch with an ice cube."

"He will kill you!"

"So serious?"

"Grant, I advise you to be kind."

"Don't scare me."

"I heard that my dad carried a scalpel with him."

"This is true. I saw him cut steak with a scalpel this afternoon. That technique... I feel like I can dismember my mother in half an hour."

The more these people said, it became terrifying. Hill felt a chill on his head, as if something terrifying was about to happen to him.

The old gangster, Barkley, slapped the butt of the top Duke student: "It's okay, at worst, you'll die? You have at least done a feat. It's a pity that there may be an unknown body with bloody flesh under the overpass in Atlanta..."

The top student was scared to pee.

This incident later became a joke. Once someone in the Pistons provokes Mo Mengchen, someone would joke from the side: "It seems that someone wants to become an unknown corpse under the overpass."

Mo Mengchen didn't expect that this group of idle people would talk about him like this behind his back. He was just particularly afraid of the cold, and once someone poured him cold water, he would be very angry.

Just like someone who gets up and gets angry is woken up by someone, or someone who is extremely annoying about certain items will suddenly become crazy when they find that those annoying items appear on them.

That is a kind of disgust that comes from instinct.

When hot water is poured on, the trembling feeling caused by cold water disappears.

Negative emotions gradually faded away.

Mo Mengchen turned on the system and gently stroked it.

Tonight's game, the return was 800 attribute points, and the new career score record gave him an extra 2,000 attribute points, so his current attribute points reached 13,000.

The amount is still not large. This is only the eleventh game of the season. If you calculate this frequency, you can use the attribute points to make the first improvement of this season until the 25th game.

"Training is still not enough. Don't waste attribute scores for these attributes that can be improved through training."

Mo Mengchen is extremely enthusiastic about shooting training, but his shooting attributes are not very high. Strangely, his shooting is very accurate, both in training and in games.

The low-level attribute points have extremely high efficiency.

Talent?

Maybe, Mo Mengchen was a first-class genius before being injured, and his athletic ability was destroyed by three ACL tearings and some remaining talents can still exert their remaining energy.

Mo Mengchen couldn't help but imagine that if he was not injured, he would be a big point guard with athletic talent and a perverted shooting talent.

Have there been such players in this era?

The answer is no, there has never been such a player before.

However, if Mo Mengchen was not injured, the series of tragedies that happened to him might not have happened again.

In this way, he would not hang himself, and he, the unlucky guy who died in the office, would not travel by chance.

Mo Mengchen didn't know the reason for his time travel, and didn't want to pursue it.

God gave him a chance to start over, and there is also a system that is not perverted but useful, so he should live a different life.

Mo Mengchen turned off the shower, picked up a towel to wipe his hair, and walked out slowly.

Collins and Hill were both waiting for him. He and Hill were the protagonists tonight and could not miss the press conference. Journalists from all over the country had countless questions to ask.

"Mo, you are not like an Asian," Ma Hong teased.

Mo Mengchen did not shy away, slowly put on his clothes, and asked back: "Does everyone's black people have sharp weapons?"

"I can't guarantee others, I..." Ma Hong patted his abdomen confidently, "It's so great!"

This is why Zina McLan never enters the locker room, not just because these men always show off their bodies at will, but the topic is always taken apart.

Even guys like Mo Mengchen who look like high-level intellectuals will get involved.

"Let's go."

Collins didn't want to discuss his size here. These people were becoming less and less awesome. If such a thing was spread, he might have to have a few more black hats on his head.
Chapter completed!