106 to 98

The Trail Blazers chased for the whole game, and they never let the game enter garbage time.

The main players of both sides played until the end of the game.

In the end, they didn't catch up with the score, and the results did not change.

Rod Strickland scored the most points in the Trail Blazers, with his total data of 21 points and 8 assists, which looks pretty good, but his plus or negative values ​​are terrifying -21, which means that during his time on the court, the Trail Blazers had a net loss of 21 points.

As his opponent, Mo Mengchen gave a 17-point, 7 rebounds, 10 assists and 5 steals.

At the end of the game, Mo Mengchen saw a row of clear green fonts.

"Let your opponent score below 15 points - fail."

"Get a double-double-success."

“Personal technology rating reaches B-success.”

“The team’s technical rating reaches A--success.

"Achievement: For the first time in his career, he scored at least 5 points, 5 rebounds, 5 assists and 5 steals."

“Reward: 8001500.”

“Current score: 2400.”

Mo Mengchen is used to saving 30,000 attribute points and then using them together, because if the scores are not large, there will definitely not be many points that can be added.

At this stage, he still focuses on increasing his strength.

Perhaps this season, the attribute points he added are all power, which is impossible. Due to his injury history and the risk of injury visible to the naked eye, he dared not practice strength and could only improve through the system.

"You cunning bastard, I will get 30 points on your head next time I meet you!"

When saying this, Strickland was full of confidence. This was by no means a lie, because Mo Mengchen's defense was really bad enough to explode.

If the Pistons hadn't wiped his butt, he would have scored 30 points tonight.

Although Mo Mengchen has 2.4 steals per game, this only shows that he has a good prediction of the ball. In addition to steals, his defense can be said to be very poor.

Speed ​​type cannot be prevented;

The power type cannot withstand;

The talented ones are not defensive.

This is also the reason why Mo Mengchen is determined to use this season to improve his strength. Before improving other attributes, he must first overcome the problem of being unable to prevent a power defender.

Once the strength increases, the power of the defensive end will also increase. Even if you don’t have speed or talent, confrontation alone can create difficulties for your opponent.

"You played a good ball, Mo." Thorpe smiled.

If anyone in the Pistons is respected by Mo Mengchen, Dumas was considered one before he was disfigured, and Thorpe is considered one now.

If it weren't for Thorpe, he would have been beaten up in every game.

"Thanks to you," Mo Mengchen said.

Hearing these words made his teammates stunned.

Did you hear that right? Mo Mengchen is humble? This guy is humble?

Hasn't this guy always been a "what is modest to eat?" gurus? What's going on today?

"Very good, Mo, it seems you have realized my importance." Houston smiled.

I didn't tell you again.

Mo Mengchen gave him a moment of vain; "Tonight, you are indeed indispensable."

"Oh my God! Are you brain burned? Do you want me to take you to the hospital for a look?" It was already amazing to be modest, and he even took the initiative to praise others. Houston began to doubt whether Mo Mengchen, who was standing in front of him, was a real person.

Don't be a robot, right?

After finally praising others for being treated like this, Mo Mengchen took off his clothes and left his teammates who were stunned in the locker room and entered the shower room alone.

"Defense...Defense..."

Tonight, Strickland still beat him up.

When he watched the game as a fan, he hated people who were not good at defending the game the most, but now he has become such a person himself.

It's really ironic.

Then he thought that he should be proud of his ability to start the playoff team with a total evaluation of 65, but he discovered more and more problems.

The more you play the game, the more obvious the problem will be.

In order to improve, Mo Mengchen has worked hard enough. He does not use his "foresight" to make money everywhere like other time travelers. He only makes some simple investments, starts a company by himself, and then finds things to do in order to earn attributes, plays games in the evening, undergoes surgery in the morning, and trains in the afternoon.

It was full of queues all day.

Even so, he has only improved his strength until now. Other aspects, such as shooting, are achieved through two thousand shooting training every day.

I've obviously worked so hard, but I still don't feel that it's enough.

There is too little time, and he even hopes to travel to "The Superstar of Tomorrow" to have a time cycle like that bald man.

Today, Mo Mengchen only washed for twenty minutes, because Xiao Dura asked him to have a midnight snack, and he didn't want the other party to wait any longer.

Although Xiao Dula looked careless, unreasonable and unreliable, he was indeed a good friend.

Even if Mo Mengchen kept mocking him, he still recognized this friend.

"Mo, where are you going?"

"I have a date, so I'll tell the coach."

"Date? Who do you have?"

"Sophie Marceau."

"Go to yours!"

PARKING LOT

"Boss, where are we going?"

Medela was already going home, but Mo Mengchen suddenly said she wanted to treat her to midnight snack. She was not hungry at all, but she dared not refuse.

"Sea Blue Heart."

"Sea Blue Heart!!?"

She called out.

Why is this woman always shocked? What's so surprised?

Mo Mengchen found Rachel McAdams in her form of a comedy, the same nerves and the same fuss.

"That's the best restaurant in Detroit!" Medela said in surprise, "I can't afford it."

"I let go of my food and someone treats me."

"Aren't you treating me?"

Mo Mengchen gave him a sarcastic face: "What made you hallucinate that I would treat you for midnight snacks? Could it be that I am so kind to you?"

Medela chose to shut up.

Along the way, she didn't say a word, which was really painful for someone who likes to talk so much.

But she was worried that a casual word would bring unpleasant sarcasm, which she couldn't stand.

The heart of the sea

From the outside, this is like a crystal palace, like a blue sky. When you walk into it, ordinary poor people will be scared and tremble. This is definitely not a place that poor people can afford.

Even the waiter looks as beautiful as a model.

"Hello, are you Mr. Dura's guests?"

"yes."

"Please do this."

Little Dura was attracted by Medela at first sight. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Mo, who is this?"

"My entourage," Mo Mengchen said without hesitation, "She is hungry, don't you mind?"

To be honest, if Mo Mengchen didn't bring anyone else tonight, Xiao Dula would think that this guy was planning to make him lose himself, otherwise why didn't he bring people together?

Although this person is mean by nature, he is very open-minded when eating this part and is willing to share it. Just like those who have to pull people with him when going to the toilet, he will definitely call others. There is no other reason. This is a habit. He will be more comfortable if someone is around him.

Xiao Du La waved his hand: "I watched a wonderful game tonight. You guys can order whatever you want and I'll treat you!"

"Amil, order expensive." Mo Mengchen reminded.

The corner of Xiao Dula's mouth trembled. Although he didn't care about this little money, could this person be more subtle?

"I have good news now, and bad news, which one do you want to listen to?"

Little Dura poured Mo Mengchen a glass of red wine and asked with a smile.
To be continued...