Time: November 11, 1995 at 21:00 pm.

Location: Auburn Hill Palace Arena, Detroit, Michigan, USA.

Background: Mo Mengchen's first start in his career.

Pistons' locker room

What Mo Mengchen saw was the Pistons' locker room motto: You can't do too much work in life unless the only work makes you feel good.

It is not a touching chicken soup or an inspiring and inspiring motivation. It is just an ordinary word, but it is extremely similar to the temperament of this city.

To borrow a sentence from Wang Chuanjun, it is: I don’t like it.

For the sake of being handsome or showing off, the saying should be more heroic.

One day, I will replace this motto!

Mo Mengchen had this idea in his mind and changed into his jersey.

Tonight's opponent is the King, not the impressive ornate team at the beginning of the 21st century, but a civilian king led by Mickey Richmond.

"Mo, do you think of the first start in his career?"

Houston asked, jumping and jumping as Mo Mengchen walked into the player passage.

“Nothing makes any difference to me.”

“What matters is winning.”

These days, his attributes have been saved to 10,000.

If you don’t have some surgery to accumulate, it’s really slow to improve the attributes.

During the season, you cannot do a lot of training and you cannot improve quickly. To directly improve your attributes, the easiest way is to earn attribute points by playing games or performing surgery.

After all, a person's energy is limited. Even Mo Mengchen can only focus on competitions and surgery. As for the hobby of writing songs, he can only do it before going to bed.

After the Pistons entered the field, the audience exclaimed harshly.

Momonchen glanced at the audience and found Ephraim and Adrian.

He nodded slightly and then warmed up.

"Their defense lacks toughness, pay attention to the ball's conduction!"

Before the start of the game, Collins gave a last command.

"This is the first time Dor.Mo's career starter, I hope he can live up to the team's expectations."

The on-site commentator of Auburn Hill Palace was Vinier Johnson, who had concerns about Momonchen. Although the latter performed well, his injury history was too scary.

His partner Scott Irving said: "Since Detroit dares to let him start, it means he has no problem, it's just that for JD, it's hard to accept."

Is it difficult to accept?

Dumas, who was demoted to the bench, did not feel difficult to accept. He just exchanged positions with Mo Mengchen, one became the starting player and the other became the sixth man, with almost the same playing time.

"How many points do you think Dor can get tonight?" Dumas asked.

Michael Curry said: "It should be able to score his average points per game."

“8 points?”

"almost."

"Make a bet, I bet he will get at least 15 points tonight." Dumas said affirmatively.

Mo Mengchen was famous for not having a basket in his eyes, and his desire to attack was so low that he heard Dumas say this, others joined in one after another.

Dumas said this for a reason. Tonight, Momonchen's opponent was named Teus Adney.

He and Mo Mengchen are in the same class, but he is only 178 cm tall.

In this league full of giants, players of this height are inherently flawed.

"Don't, I heard this is your first starter?"

The shorter he is, the more he has a perverted mentality of likes to challenge big men. That's what Edney thinks. As soon as he comes to the Kings, he starts.

The team did not put him on the bench just because of his low pick, he had plenty of playing time.

Mo Mengchen didn't look at him directly.

"I really didn't expect this was just your first starter. You showed so much attention. Why are you not as good as me?" Edney suddenly looked terrified, "Is it because of your feet?"

Mo Mengchen deliberately lowered his head, making Edney feel a sense of contempt that "the other party can only see himself if he bows his head."

"No, because I'm allergic to dwarfs like you, I've only started the game until now." Mo Mengchen responded lightly.

"You're talking nonsense!"

"Really, in order to help me with customer service, the team deliberately chose this game to start. In the end, I still can't serve you as a disgusting dwarf like you."

Mo Mengchen said something unpleasant and walked to the sidelines, and both sides were about to start jumping.

"It's okay, I'll make your condition worse soon." Edney said angrily.

Mo Mengchen looked surprised. Although he was shorter, he didn't need to do this, right? He actually admitted that he was a dwarf?

"Bang!"

It was a rare time when Terry Mills defeated his opponent while jumping the ball, which is gratifying.

Mo Mengchen grabbed the ball with one hand, and Edney directly wrapped around like a mad dog. His defense was full of aggressiveness, as if he wanted to scratch the former's body out of countless wounds.

This is the Pistons' home court, and he is a rookie like Mo Mengchen. NBA referees usually like to leave a deep impression on the rookie's heart.

Of course, they would not let go of such a reckless defense, and they came up and whistled directly.

"Why? This is also a foul?"

Edney wanted to find the referee to argue, but Mo Mengchen grabbed the ball and threw it to Thorpe, asking him to serve.

"His defense is hard to deal with, right?" Thorpe asked.

Mo Mengchen said: "It's just a stinky mosquito biting a lion, nothing."

Edney was very indignant. A small man like him was originally a defensive end. If he didn't work hard on the confrontation, these big guys could really easily crush them.

The referee usually indulges in the small man's pressing, but tonight the referee blew a warning whistle, and his movements instantly became much smaller.

Houston saw Mo Mengchen's tactical gestures clearly and thought it was a tactic for him to fight. However, as soon as the ball was passed to his hand, Mo Mengchen directly escaped into the void and ran quickly. This was not like a one-on-one challenge for him. He looked at it a few more times and found that Thorpe and others covered all the way and helped him to hold people one by one.

Mo Mengchen went around a long circle and went out of the three-point line again. The Kings, who lacked echo on the defensive end, missed him completely, stared at each other, but no one came forward to defend.

The king of central shots had to split the ball.

Mo Mengchen received the ball, jumped out of the 45-degree three-point line on the left, gently and slowly pulled out the basketball. The world seemed to be still, and the ball dialer pointed at the basket like a muzzle, calling the ball to speed up to the destination.

"Swish!"

"Dor.Mo hit a three-pointer at the beginning!"

"Listen to the cheers, everyone loves Dor.Mo!"
Chapter completed!