In order to accumulate energy, Mo Mengchen slept in the same bed with Ephraim last night, but did nothing.

Even though Ephraim took off his sluggishness so that only his underwear was left.

Momeng's heart was as dirty as iron, and once made Ephraim think that it was her that she was not charming enough.

"We will go to the scene to cheer you on tonight's game."

This morning, Ephraim said to Momondus.

Mo Mengchen didn't want to think about tonight's game at this time. The battle is imminent. For them and the Bulls, this is the most important game of the season.

The winner moves forward, the loser stays.

"What do you want to eat in the morning?" Mo Mengchen changed the subject.

Ephraim smiled and said, "Did you forget what day it is?"

"Isn't it a weekend?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Ephraim nodded and said, "Yes, weekend, what day is the weekend?"

Mo Mengchen was very unconscious when he just woke up, and he thought about it for a moment.

Weekend, Ephraim's breakfast day.

"It seems that I can be lazy." Mo Mengchen smiled.

Although Ephraim does not have the talent for cooking, there is nothing wrong with the word "practice makes perfect". She only helps Mo Mengchen and Adrian cook breakfast on weekends every week, and she will practice it whenever she has time.

Mo Mengchen and Adrian have been a teenage mouse for two years, and gradually she has practiced some skills, so the things she made are no longer as difficult to swallow as before.

However, even if Ephraim has made progress, Adrian doesn't like eating what she cooks.

"Doctor Mo, you are going to play such an important game tonight. Don't you want to have a good breakfast to start today?"

The little fat man is really good at talking.

Mo Mengchen replied with a smile: "Yes, so we have to have breakfast made in Ephraim."

Adrian lowered his head silently, feeling extremely bad.

After a while, Medela came over and rushed over.

"Amil, did you eat it?" Medela had just made a plate of egg pancakes.

Medela took one casually: "I'm wondering what clothes to wear tonight to go on a date."

"I think that black dress is quite suitable," Ephraim advised.

"Date?" Adrian asked, "Are you not coming to the game tonight, Amier?"

Medela took a bite of the egg pancake inadvertently and couldn't help but praise Ephraim's cooking skills: "It's so delicious, I can't believe it's what you made."

Ephraim smiled contentedly and said, "I will make progress, too."

I heard that Medela did not go to watch the game tonight for a date, and Ephraim felt very comfortable because sometimes Momonchen and Medela got too close.

The work relationship led them to be together every day, and as Medela moved into Galritton's apartment, they even lived next door.

Medela was still very beautiful, and Ephraim could not have no other thoughts in his heart.

In such an important game tonight, Medela should go to the scene to help Mo Mengchen for any reason, but she has to give up the game and go on a date.

This is simply amazing.

Ephraim was ashamed of his once suspicion of Medela. She and Mo Mengchen were indeed just pure work partners and friends.

Adrian asked ignorantly: "Amil, won't you come to watch the game live tonight?"

Medela said softly: "There are 20,000 people on the scene to help the pistons, so I'm not short of one."

Mo Mengchen glanced at her.

She looked back boldly: This is what you said!

What was she angry about? Mo Mengchen became more and more confused about these women.

After breakfast, Momonchen brought the things needed for training and competitions and drove alone to the Henry Ford Training Center.

Before the training began, he came early.

"Mo, why did you come so early today?" the security guard asked with a smile.

Mo Mengchen said: "I can't stay at home."

After saying that, he walked into the training hall with his backpack on his backpack.

Watching him walk into the stadium, the security guard said, "It's a pity that you are not the first one."

Hill came earlier than him.

Mo Mengchen put down his things and saw that the top Duke student was sweating all over.

"If you can't run at night, don't use this as an excuse."

Mo Mengchen's voice suddenly rang.

Hill stopped and looked back: "If I remember correctly, this is our first time playing tiebreak."

That's right, it's the first time.

Tonight's game can also be called a life-and-death battle. If you don't win, you will go home.

The last time they played like this was two years ago, when Mo Mengchen was still a rookie, they played against the Magic until their last game in the playoffs.

They lost.

They have no experience in defeating their opponents in a life-and-death battle to win.

Hill wanted to find the touch on the outside, but his shooting was always so awkward.

The shooting posture is definitely the least he looks like Jordan.

How cool is Jordan? How could he have a successor like him?

Mo Mengchen asked, "I want to know who taught you this shot?"

Hill scored a three-pointer.

The feel is too bad, and he won't be so iron during training. He came here early to practice shooting just to find the feel in advance, but the more he practiced, the less accurate he was.

Hearing Mo Mengchen's question, Hill replied: "I practiced myself, no one taught me."

"No wonder, if a coach really teaches you to shoot like this, you should hire a killer to kill the guy who misleads his children." Mo Mengchen said regretfully.

Hill's skills are already very comprehensive, except for three-pointers, there are basically no shortcomings.

His mid-range accuracy is good, his first step is amazing explosive, and his fast direction change ability is like a defender.

Within the three-point line, as long as he is selfish, he can reach the scoring champion by relying on central shots and breakthroughs.

"Do you think my posture needs to be changed?" Hill asked seriously.

Mo Mengchen said: "It's necessary."

Hill's posture not only affected his three-pointer, because his shooting posture is forward and it is easy to interfere with defense. As long as you jump high enough, Hill's height advantage will be in vain.

His shooting posture is like a disaster, hard to describe.

Mo Mengchen really felt sorry because he could have had more influence on the offensive end, but he was restricted because he had developed a bad shooting posture since childhood.

Hill stopped talking and continued to shoot.

Mo Mengchen also took out a ball from the iron cage where the basketball was installed and walked to the basket that he usually used to practice shooting.

This is his dedicated shooting venue, and this basket does not have the Nets.

From the arc top three-point line, jump shot.

The ball enters.

Mo Mengchen walked to the next shooting point, and the basketball hit the back of the basket and flew towards Mo Mengchen's next receiving point.

This is a game he likes to play very much.

When he feels good, he can shoot dozens of balls in a row, and he doesn't have to destroy the rhythm to pick up the ball.

His shooting efficiency is in stark contrast to Hill who keeps dribbling and running around.

If someone divides the two people's shooting scenes into two sides to compare, the intuitive feeling will be more obvious.

Until noon, there were still only Mo Mengchen and Hill in the training hall.

They were all sweaty, and Hill's appearance could completely snatch Sean Camp's nickname and use it himself.

"Let's have a meal together."

Hill took the initiative to propose it.

Mo Mengchen threw the ball from afar into the iron cage where the basketball was placed.

Hill was jealous and wanted to do so, which was easier than shooting three points.

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To be continued...