It was late at night, and Mo Mengchen wrote lyrics in his hotel room.

Now, the name Ethan has become popular. He has amazing creative talent, not excellent singing skills but unique voice, and extremely low-key style. Many people want to know who he is.

Not long ago, Momonchen announced a message on his blog in the name of Ethan: his first solo album will be released in June.

This album will include four previously released songs, plus five newly written songs.

Now that he has only completed two songs, it can be said that he has a long way to go.

The reason why he cares so much about this is because he found interesting achievements on the achievement wall of singer templates.

Wall of achievement:

Release your first album, return: 10,000 attribute points.

There is also the sales of the album, which are all accumulated with achievements. If you are lucky, he can earn tens of thousands of attribute points through an album.

For the current situation, attribute division is too important.

The scores you earn by playing games and doing surgery alone are too few, and the wall of achievement of being a doctor is extremely harsh.

Doctors have not achieved much, they are nothing more than writing papers, conducting experiments, and the quantity and quality of surgery.

Mo Mengchen is destined to have no time to write any papers and do any experiments, nor will he study some difficult cases. If it weren't for improving the attribute points, he wouldn't even wear a white coat again.

It is February now, and it has been almost a year since he traveled through it. In the past year, his total evaluation has increased from 52 to 65. Although it is a great improvement, it is not enough.

The next day, the Pistons returned to Detroit.

"Rookie, buy me water!"

After normal practice, Houston would lie on the ground like a dead fish, asking Don Reed and other young brothers who were inhumane to buy things.

Since Mo Mengchen took the start, no one asked him to buy water again.

Although it is the NBA's rule to call the rookie, the rules are dead. Everyone knows that Mo Mengchen will be the core player of the Pistons in the future, and no one will offend him. Even Houston will only call Reed and others, without causing trouble for Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen continued to shoot and Thorpe passed the ball for him.

This is not a chore, it is just a boring one.

Because Mo Mengchen's open shots were so accurate, his accuracy indirectly shows that his accuracy in the game was not in vain. He really had a talent for shooting.

Swish swish swish swish swish swish...

Being a caddie was boring because Thorpe couldn't pick up the ball while complaining about him being inaccurate. He just needed to stand and catch the ball and pass it out.

"I scored another hundred goals in a row, what a monster!"

Michael Curry is also a shooter.

"He really..." Terry Mills was thinking about a suitable adjective, but what should he say? He thought for a long time before he said, "He is very talented in the shooter."

Hill listened, and they said, and he associated himself.

What if I come?

"I feel that my shot is no worse than him." Hill said shamelessly.

In order to leave him a little bit of thin air, Curry and Mills both smiled and said nothing. Even though they did not express anything about it, Hill still saw mockery on their faces.

"Do you know what kind of ejaculation technique you are?" Dumas would not spoil him and said whatever he had.

Hill also felt that he had spoken big words, and it was ridiculous, so he sat there and laughed. His laughter was too loud, affecting Mo Mengchen.

"Bang!"

Mo Mengchen finally missed the 111th goal.

"Thank God, I can finally take a few steps!"

Thorpe's eyes showed a bit of kindness. The younger generation Mo Mengchen liked him the more he looked at him. Although he didn't speak nicely, he was always right. He would not be timid when he encountered trouble on the court. He would always fight back head-on.

After playing for half a season, the whole league knew about his infamy.

"When you meet him, don't provoke him if you can."

This is a sentence that came from somewhere, but it can be seen from this that Mo Mengchen left a deep impression on the evil men who attacked him. The idiot Payton is now speaking indiscriminately, and it’s pitiful to think about it.

Thorpe passed the ball to Mo Mengchen with his ball in his arms: "How many more do you need to practice?"

"Another five hundred balls." Mo Mengchen said.

With his speed of one goal every five seconds, five hundred goals will not take much time, and he is really too stable.

The ball is caught, the hand starts, the movements are as neat as carvings. This is simply art. The ball picker is as beautiful as a muzzle.

"It's so beautiful, his shot." Dumas was amazed.

Hill has always been a broad mind, but he just can't stand others praising Mo Mengchen in front of him, especially his ejaculation skills.

Because Mo Mengchen mocked his three-pointers every day.

Tomo Mengchen's blessing, according to the original history, Hill originally only made 0.3 three-pointers per game this season. Due to his continuous excitement, Hill worked hard to improve the production of three-pointers, and averaged 2 shots per game, but his shooting percentage did not improve.

If Thorpe isn't counting, his three-pointer is the worst among the other four starters of the Pistons, and even Mills is much more accurate than him.

Mo Mengchen tried to train for Thorga, and he ended up with a horrible result of missing 13 goals.

For the last ball, he chose the difficult left corner to hit the board.

As soon as the ball made his move, he turned around and picked up the water bottle on the ground, tilted his neck, and the ball entered, and the water from the bottle poured into his mouth.

Pretending to be so frightened.

"Damn, this guy is so stinky!"

Houston jumped up and shouted, "Well, come and shoot!"

"I'm not interested in fighting with my defeated generals repeatedly." Mo Mengchen still had water stains in his mouth, and his face was full of mockery.

Houston ignored his mockery: "Ha, are you scared?"

"No, I'm tired of it." Mo Mengchen said lightly, "It's like although Sophie Marceau is beautiful, if you go to bed with her every day, one day you will vomit because of her body. This is the feeling that I challenge you, stop at it, idiot!"

"You!" Houston shouted in grief, "I'm a serious fucking challenge!"

Mo Mengchen sat on the ground and said, "Didn't I reject you very seriously?"

"Damn it, don't be too arrogant! I will get the title of No. 1 shooter in the team sooner or later!" Houston said as he walked.

At this time, Reed finally brought the water back.

"You buy some water for half an hour?" Houston was now full of fire, and he could see a punching bag.

Poor Red ran for a long time but couldn't find the drink Houston liked. After rushing back, he was still squirting.

"Mo, this is yours."

Reed put Momonchen's favorite orange juice on the floor and pushed it over.

If it were before, Mo Mengchen would not have taken this bottle of water because it was too dirty.

Now, he is a source of pollution, his sweat is still aimed at the floor that he has cleaned in the past few days, so he is irresistible to the bottle of orange juice rolling along the dirty floor in front of him.

Seeing that everyone was resting, Ratliff found an unattended basketball on the ground. He picked it up and went to the basket in the corner to practice shooting.

"Rookie, the training is over, let's take a break!" Houston shouted.

"It's not over yet!" Ratliff said, "I promised Mo to complete a thousand free throw jump shots every day."

Hearing the sound of ironclads coming from afar, Houston said: "It's a sin, why do you suggest someone who has no talent for shooting at all?"

"Don't have a shooting talent?"

Mo Mengchen did not agree with this sentence. In his opinion, things that can be learned through training are not necessary even if talent is required.

Some people will never be able to shoot. Let’s not talk about whether they are practicing seriously. Maybe their training method is wrong at all. No one is born to do anything, and they will learn it slowly.

"Every surgeon must learn to dissect. Surgeons who cannot dissect are waste. Every surgeon has dissected countless creatures before going to the operating table. Even so, many people made mistakes when they first went to the operating table."

"Have you made a mistake?" Hill asked.

"Of course," Mo Mengchen said, "mistakes are important, failure is also important. These experiences are the key to success."

"He is not sure now, what about the future? What if he practices like this every day?" Mo Mengchen looked at Houston, "Are you going to bet?"

Houston asked, "What are you betting on?"

"You and my salary next year. If Theo practices shooting, my salary, plus my endorsement income from Dura Electric and I. On the contrary, your salary and your endorsement income will be given to me."

This bet is not small.

Houston swallowed, he was really not sure.

"I won't bet with you. It's boring to bet on so much money? You are so vulgar and boring!" Houston made a rare decision.

"Alan made a good decision, and you don't see when Mo has lost his bet?"

"Someone almost lost all his money, what a pity."

"Do you all think I'll lose?"

“No doubt.”

Later, they left the training hall, where Ratliff was still practicing shooting, and he practiced until very late before leaving.

For him, it is a huge burden to practice 2,000 goals a day, and this will bring qualitative changes to his shooting, but it will take time.

He is willing to take the initiative to practice shooting, and Mo Mengchen is very happy.

The Pistons lack thickness in the inside line. Ratliff not only needs to continue to grow, but also have to grow more than anything else. He should not just become a big devil in the basket like Mo Mengchen known in his previous life. He should become a deadly mid-pointer and big devil in the basket.
Chapter completed!