"Swish!"

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

Terry Mills is playing a shooting round with Momonchen.

The first person to pitch was Mills. He scored 40 goals in a row, then he made a single iron goal and switched to Mo Mengchen.

He thought that 40 consecutive shots could make Mo Mengchen nervous, but the opponent has scored 100 goals in a row.

"Doctor, if you shoot like this, no one will accompany you to shoot in the future." Mills could not imagine anyone who could have a better shooting feel than Momonchen.

It's so fucking horrible.

The little finger, ring finger, and middle finger exert force in turn.

"Although your trolling method is rare, it also gives you excellent stability with the rare trolling method."

This is what Luke Lar told Momonchen that he had never seen such a trolling method.

The secret of Mo Mengchen's accurate shooting was on his fingers, his little finger with his right hand was longer than others, which allowed him to find that magical softness when ticking the ball.

"Terry, how much do you weigh?"

After scoring 10 consecutive goals, Mo Mengchen suddenly asked.

"104kg." Mills said extremely decisively.

Mo Mengchen didn't believe it: "The best doctor in the world is asking about your weight. Don't you want to be healthy? There is no benefit for me to lie."

"110kg." Mills replied with difficulty.

"No, 110KG is the weight you just got up. Your daily weight should be 113KG. You are too fat." Mo Mengchen said.

Mills said: "My weight makes it easier for me to be in the interior..."

"It also makes you feel a greater burden every time you exercise. Fat cannot make up for the lack of height or strength."

After scoring 170 goals in a row, Mo Mengchen finally missed the ball.

"Lose weight first, then gain weight."

“???”

He looked question marks.

Mo Mengchen thought he had made it clear. He overestimated the IQ of this fat man in space: "I want you to reduce your body fat rate and then slowly increase your muscles."

"I heard that it's hard to gain muscle..."

Mo Mengchen looked shocked. How did this guy say such unrestrained words without changing his face? Are you an adult man of 208 cm? Thank you for your hard work?

"Yes, it's hard to gain muscle, but it will definitely not cause any injury risks caused by excessive weight and excessive fat, as well as various diseases that will inevitably come to you. If you want to live ten years less, I have no objection."

As soon as Mo Mengchen finished speaking, Mills missed a three-pointer.

"Don't, someone is looking for you!"

Reed just went out to buy water and came back.

"I'm training." Mo Mengchen said.

Reid said: "You'd better go there, it looks like a big shot."

What did the big guy look for me? Mo Mengchen said to Mills: "I'll go back."

"Don't worry, I'll give up, you won this game."

Training with Mo Mengchen is not easy. His shooting is very accurate, and his precise shooting always makes those who claim to be shooters feel ashamed.

While competing for shooting, he will also speak out various experiences.

From shooting stability to various health indicators of the body, especially people with distorted figures like Mills, often become targets of his attack.

He is just a rookie. If he had accumulated a few years of resumes, would anyone in the world stop him from poisoning the people?

"Rookie, are you escaping training?"

Seeing Mo Mengchen go out, Houston follows.

"Yes." Mo Mengchen said stiffly.

"You bastard, I haven't escaped training. How much do you have?" Houston muttered and followed.

Hill called Reed to his side; "You said there is a big shot to find Mo?" "Yes, big shot!" Reed nodded affirmatively.

"What is your basis?"

"The man came over in a luxury car and prepared a lot of gifts for Mo. Those things alone would cost tens of thousands, if they weren't big shots..."

Hill gave Dumas a look.

"You train well." Dumas turned Reid's body and walked out of the training hall with Hill.

No wonder Reed said that this man was a big shot. He drove a BMW E34, with two blonde beauties sitting in the car, and a bunch of gifts.

"Dr. Mo, hello."

He looks very young and may not have graduated from college, but he is polite and has a smile on his face, and can easily bring strangers closer together.

"Mo, who is this person?"

Houston recognized the other party's luxury car at a glance. To him, it was nothing. Such a car was like a sweat-blooded BMW to ordinary people, but he didn't care. There was something better in his garage than this.

"I want to know too." Mo Mengchen looked at the noble young master who seemed to have a good impression of him, "Who are you?"

"Introduce yourself, my name is Joaquin Dura, you must know who I am."

He believed that his brother must have left a deep impression on Mo Mengchen, and he believed that the other party could guess the purpose of his coming.

The noble young master's arrogance always makes people feel uncomfortable.

"Mo, who is he?" Houston suddenly didn't expect that the noble man in front of him was the second son of the boss behind Dula Electrical Appliances that could be seen all over the street.

Mo Mengchen smiled softly: "I don't know either."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Dula changed his slut: "Doctor Mo, don't you know who I am?"

"So who are you? We still have training. If you are just a fan and admire us so you bring these gifts, we will accept them now, but we still have training. Please don't bother us." Houston muttered and picked up the gift on the ground.

Does this person know politeness?

Mo Mengchen glared at him, but the King of Zhongtou was not at all self-aware. He really thought that he was kind enough to give gifts.

"Mo, send this fan away quickly, we still have to train!"

Houston said loudly, walked into Xiang's training hall with the gifts, and happened to run into Hill and Dumas who were following him. After explaining the situation, he brought the gifts in and separated from the others.

A headache, a headache!

"Don't you really don't know me?" Little Dura still didn't believe it.

Mo Mengchen knew what his surname meant, and could roughly guess the identity of this person, and could even infer the purpose of this person through his identity, but he really hated the self-righteous CP

"Why do I want to know you?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"Then I will introduce myself again. My name is Joaquin Dura. Solomon Dura is my father. Tateke, who went to St. Lucifer Hospital for consultation some time ago, is my elder brother, Dr. Mo. Do you know now?"

"Is there anything wrong with me?"

Little Dura smiled faintly and said, "Doctor Mo, no secret words are spoken. A few days ago, my father's surgery failed."

"Is he okay?" Mo Mengchen asked casually.

"Fortunately, the operation was suspended and complications were caused. The situation is now critical," said Dura. "There are still doctors who are willing to perform surgery on my father, but he doesn't believe anyone. He only believes in Dr. Ace Michaels."

"And Dr. Michaels only recommends you."

"No, I am just a young, ignorant and incompetent doctor who likes a slutty doctor. Please ask you to invite another master. There are many old doctors in this world who are better than me and more experienced than me. This is another Dura's original words."

Mo Mengchen's face was faintly mocking.

"Doctor Mo, Tetek is not targeting you, he is targeting me." said Dura, "It was me who recommended Dr. Michaels to my father. As long as I support it, Tetek will object."

Mo Mengchen did not want to understand the struggles of these wealthy families, and he had no interest in the whole story.

"So what? This does not affect my decision. I have surgery every two days, and I personally selected each surgery subject. Your father is not nobler than other patients. My list of surgery for the next month is full. Sorry, you gave up this opportunity."

"I still have training, but I've lost my companion."

After Mo Mengchen said that, he turned around and left without giving Xiao Dura any chance.

Little Dura didn't expect him to be rejected. Mo Mengchen did not give him face, nor did he give Dura these two words of face.

"This guy is even worse than the legendary one." Little Dura shook her head secretly.

A failure cannot make him give up. Think about his father, his future, and who will sit in the top seat of Dula Electric Appliances in the future? What is the negligence in front of him?

Mo Mengchen just walked into the training hall and found a pile of paper confetti. The group of people had already divided the dirty things.

Mo Mengchen passed through them with a smile, not seeing happiness or sadness.

Soon, Noah Siphus called Momonchen.
To be continued...