"Look at him, how dazzling it is."

Dumas smiled with relief. He had been worried about the team's future. Although Hill is talented, he has some flaws in his personality - it cannot be said to be flaws. He is a good person. This is a problem, because in a team like the Pistons, good people cannot lead the team in a comprehensive way.

The appearance of Mo Mengchen made up for these things.

He believes that the Pistons have a bright future under the leadership of these two people.

Hill nodded. He regretted that he could not play in this game, but he was not sorry.

If he hadn't sat off the court to watch how they played, he wouldn't know how much energy these people were, nor how trustworthy Mo Mengchen was.

"Believe me."

That day in the hospital, Mo Mengchen's voice echoed clearly in his ears.

Mills walked to Mo Mengchen and smiled bitterly: "Didn't you fight the scalpel number 1 tactic?"

"It's the No. 1 tactic." Mo Mengchen smiled, "It's just a small change."

Mills regretted it: "I should have known that you wouldn't let me see through your tactics so easily!"

"Anyway, I'm happy to see you on the court." Mo Mengchen gave the big man who had sheltered himself in his rookie season.

Mills smiled and said, "You have changed a lot."

Mo Mengchen smiled and continued to move forward. He bid farewell to his opponent who fought with him for four games. Finally, they were their head coach, Lanny Wilkens, the first coach in NBA history, in his history.

"I never knew how powerful you were, Mo." Wilkens said regretfully, "If I knew it was the result, I would rather never know how powerful you were."

"Thanks."

Farewell to the opponent, Mo Mengchen walked off the field.

The coaching staff congratulated him, except Collins.

Teammates slapped him in high fives, and many of them had just come on the court to beat Mo Mengchen.

But Mo Mengchen could not accurately identify who the group of people who took the opportunity to make the bad were.

"Sorry, Mo," said Hill, "I made a mistake."

Mo Mengchen asked, "What's wrong?"

"I didn't give you the greatest trust, sorry," Hill said. "If I could do it again, I would patiently wait for my ankle to recover. I believe we have a lot to do in the playoffs..."

Mo Mengchen said: "It's not too late now. You haven't messed up completely. If you are lucky, you can still catch up with the semi-finals."

"Can I?"

"Maybe."

This game made Hill suffer, and what made him even more painful was that he found that he was likely to continue watching the game.

After defeating the Hawks, they will be greeted in the semi-finals - the Chicago Bulls.

This overlord who shrouded the shadows throughout the East.

Without him, how can the team fight against them?

No matter what, he wants to play, no matter what.

This is not trust, it is his responsibility. He messed up the matter and he still has a chance to make up for it.

Before leaving the stage, Mo Mengchen still needs to be interviewed on the spot.

EPSN reporters held the microphone in front of him: "When you shoot the last shot, what are you thinking?"

"It's hard to think about anything at that time," Mo Mengchen smiled, "If I had to say one, I want to win."

The reporter continued to ask: "How is Grant's injury recovering, will he return in the semifinals?"

"Maybe it will. This is still an unknown." Mo Mengchen never gave reporters a positive answer.

"After six years, you have made another breakthrough in the first round. Will this be an inspiration for you?"

"Yes. We will also continue to move forward with the team's former glory."

"Okay, thank you Dor.Mo for accepting our front-line interview. Here is the EPSN front-line report."

When entering the player channel, Mo Mengchen saw the message sent by the system.

"Lead the team to win - success."

"Scoring doubles - successful."

“Forcing the opponent’s rating to B or lower—success.”

“Personal technical rating reaches A or higher—success.”

“Team technical rating reaches A or higher—success.”

“The playoff returns doubled.”

"Achievement: First buzzer-beating finale in the playoffs."

"Achievement: Promote to the semifinals for the first time."

“Reward: 200050003000 One skill.”

This result is very comfortable.

The reward of 10,000 attribute points in a game was really hard to imagine.

He performed well tonight, his playoff score doubled, his attribute score of 1,000 became 2,000, and he just completed two more achievements, which made such a reward.

Now he has 140,000 attributes, not much, but think about it, this is accumulated since the playoffs, and this speed can be said to be very fast than before.

Mo Mengchen returned to the locker room and heard the most words "proud for you".

The ecstasy of completing the finale is fading, and everyone is still very excited, this is the excitement brought by the promotion.

Since the post-bad boys era, the Pistons have reached the semi-finals for the first time.

For Collins, the mission has been completed.

The goal he had previously made to management was to make a step forward every year. Last year's first round and this year's semi-finals, he could quit with peace of mind and then find a new job.

Of course, the premise is that Mo Mengchen does not expose the inspection report in his hand.

Collins was very moved. Whether it was acting or sincere, he was now snot and tears, saying to everyone: "I can't describe how proud I am of you. You have proved yourself and done your best."

"You have two outstanding leaders who are willing to carry the team on their backs at critical moments, Grant and Mo, they are the best leaders in the league."

No one cares about him ignoring Jordan and others, because now every Pistons thinks so.

With the injury, he advanced to the playoffs, and took on the main attack without the absolute core, and defeated his opponent at the last moment. What else can better interpret the word leader than this?

"In the next semi-finals, we just need to do our best and don't care about anything. We are proud to be able to stand on this stage." Collins's performance was broken in half.

"Coach, we don't have any chances," Barkley said.

"That's right, Chicago is not an indestructible steel. We have the power to fight!" Ma Hong, who had been teaching the Bulls a lesson for several years in the Pistons, also spoke out.

Collins was very embarrassed and couldn't get angry even if he wanted to get angry. The atmosphere is so good now that he can't destroy the team's chemistry.

"Yes, you are right. Even if the opponent is Chicago, we have a chance to win. I believe you!" He immediately changed his words.

Mo Mengchen picked up the bath towel and walked into the shower room.

He was not in the mood to listen to these people discussing the bulls, and that was not what he should discuss now.

The hot water opened, and he closed his eyes to see what skill he had obtained.

“Skills are being distributed randomly for you.”

Appeared.

Mo Mengchen looked carefully.

Non-fixed skills: a stroke of a magic.

The stroke of the gods: non-fixed skill, can be detached after equipment. With this skill, the user's hit rate will increase when shooting with high difficulty, and the higher the skill level, the more likely it is to increase.

Technical level: D.

Mo Mengchen has shot some unreasonable balls, but those balls will only shoot when their confidence soars or feels so good that they can't control themselves.

With this skill, will his future shooting choices be problematic?

Because of this skill bonus, will you become fearless if you make an unreasonable move?

Although this skill is blessed, how much can it be blessed?

Mo Mengchen expressed doubts and was not sure whether to use equipment.

There is also an empty space in his skill bar, which has two fixed skills. Fortunately, this magical stroke is not a fixed skill, and there are no other alternatives now...

Thinking of this, he decided to equip the strokes of the gods.

No wave shooting or any unreasonable shooting choice is a problem for him, and he believes he can control it.

Momonchen finished his shower as usual and then attended the press conference with Collins.

He answered many questions and spoke without missing a word.
To be continued...