You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 102

Chapter 102

"Achieving Achievement: Rookie Challenge MVP."

Counting the task reward points of the competition and the achievement reward points, Mo Mengchen gained 3800 attribute points in one night.

Now he has a total of 30000 attribute points.

After saving for so many days, I finally got this number again.

Mo Mengchen wanted to add points directly, but then he stopped.

He won't forget what happened after the last point.

Due to the soaring strength, he lost his shooting touch, and for a while he seemed like a cripple who couldn't shoot at all. Those days were really tormented.

He didn't want to do it again, and then thought that Houston would be on a truce for the next three weeks, let alone his shooting.

With this in mind, he gave up adding attributes.

Although he urgently needs to improve his strength now, it has to be done slowly.

Before the end of the season, he didn't want his strength to fluctuate any more. Even if he wanted to improve his strength, he had to wait until the end of the season.

By that time, even if his strength increases and his touch fluctuates, he will have enough time to recover.

He still needs to carefully consider what the 30000 attribute points will be used for.

"Mo, do you want to go out?" Dumas invited him.

Mo Mengchen asked, "Where are you going?"

"Duiss, there are a lot of great people there, don't you want to know them?" Dumas asked.

"I just want to know what to do there."

"Play cards, play pool, drink, do whatever you want." Dumas laughed.

Mo Mengchen glanced at the Baba Houston and the indifferent Hill.

"What about these two?"

"One of them can't play, and the other doesn't want to play. They are just companions, so let's go." Dumas thinks this is very important to Mo Mengchen.

He decided that Mo Mengchen would definitely become a star in the future, and he needed to know some all-stars, which was very important for communication.

Dumars was the number two member of the bad boy army that was scolded by everyone back then. Today, his friends from that year are still friends today. It can be seen how good his connections are in the league.

One more friend and one more road, Mo Mengchen knew what Dumas would do later, so he consciously got close to him.

"Okay." Mo Mengchen reluctantly agreed.

Duis is a comprehensive club. It is said that it was run by the son of one of the major shareholders of ATT. He often invites some friends to come here to have fun.

For athletes who are not highly educated but seek pleasure, a "rich place" like Duis is the most suitable for them.

It can not only satisfy vanity, but also have a good time.

"Long time no see, JD." The person who greeted Dumars was Alonzo Mourning, the head center of the Miami Heat.

Dumas smiled and introduced his little brother; "This is Mo, you should know him."

"Of course, we played games, I remember him." Mourning did not show restraint at all because of the first close contact with Mo Mengchen, he directly pointed out: "Your three-pointers are very good, and your organizational skills are also very strong , but the defense sucks and the Pistons don't have a center as good as me."

Mo Mengchen said lightly: "I have the opposite opinion. Terry Mills' three-pointer is also something you don't have."

"Is something like a three-pointer important to a center? Only a softie shoots a three-pointer!" Mourning said disdainfully.

Mo Mengchen didn't argue with him, expressed his point of view, neither humble nor overbearing, that's enough.

"Look who's coming~~!"

Miller's voice was very long, and he recognized Mo Mengchen at a glance.

"Rookie, sit on my side!" Miller called Mo Mengchen over.

Then, he poured a glass of wine for Mo Mengchen: "Everyone, watch out, this rookie elbowed me on the court, and he dared to elbow me!"

Speaking of this, Miller grinned.

Mo Mengchen picked up the wine that Miller poured for him, and explained: "Actually, I am a pacifist. I hate violence as much as you do, but I am not opposed to violence, because sometimes, using violence to counter violence is the easiest solution." .”

"This rookie is good enough."

Hearing his words, Mourning said in his heart.

"So, KJ ​​got away with it last time?" Barkley laughed.

KJ?Kevin Johnson?

Mo Mengchen remembered the game against the Suns. Kevin Johnson's impact made him suffer a lot. Hearing what Barkley said, it seems that there is something inside?

"Chuck, what are you talking about?"

Another big guy spoke, it was Olajuwon.

"The last time he came to our home game, his three-pointer made KJ suffer a lot." Barkley said, "KJ even wanted to hit your head."

Dumas changes color.

Mo Mengchen couldn't take his eyes off it, because that didn't happen.

"I persuaded him, it's not necessary, it's just a regular season, but I have to give you a piece of advice."

The old friends on the side looked at Barkley one after another, this fat man still wants to give advice?Advice?More burgers?

What advice can this broken mouth give?

"Please tell me." Mo Mengchen said.

Barkley said: "Be respectful to your predecessors, I have heard a lot about you."

"Hehe." Mo Mengchen's smile was a little mocking, but it wasn't aimed at Barkley, he was just used to it, "Charles, I'm afraid you are not qualified to say that."

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

Even Jordan stopped moving.

Barkley's smile froze on his face, and Dumars felt a chill down his spine.

"Did you consider respecting Larry Bird back then?" Mo Mengchen smiled lightly.

"Hahaha~~~"

Everyone laughed.

Even Barkley himself smiled shyly.

This is really funny. A person who has never known what respect is should teach young people to respect the old and love the young. He is a negative example.

"Let me put it this way, if you were me, you would shoot Larry too!" Barkley stood beside Mo Mengchen silently, as if he had forgotten what he said half a minute ago.

I won't, I'll help Bird beat you.

Mo Mengchen still smiled: "Maybe."

The movement here also attracted other people.

The visitor is not good.When Mo Mengchen saw the people coming, it seemed that they all had grudges against him or formed a relationship with him.

Kidd, Payton, Stockton, they came over.

Especially Peyton, seeing Mo Mengchen's face clearly, he felt his gold teeth that had just been inlaid not long ago slightly sour - he remembered the game that made him wake up angrily countless times.

"Why the hell are you here?" Peyton scowled.

Kidd and Stockton didn't speak, but they both stood by Payton's side, and their positions spoke for themselves.

"I invited you." Jordan said.

As long as some people open their mouths, you know that he is the protagonist here.

Jordan, who had been keeping calm, suddenly got up and said: "Today is a good day, let's put down the game and have fun."

Peyton stared at Mo Mengchen all the time.

For Jordan's sake, he won't make things difficult for Mo Mengchen, but that doesn't mean forget about it.

"Listen, I'll beat you until you retire." Payton said harshly to Mo Mengchen.

There was no other expression on Mo Mengchen's face: "I don't mind letting you install another front tooth, so it looks more symmetrical."

"Humph!"

The three star guards in the West turned around and left.

"How did you provoke the stinky mouth?" Barkley approached and asked.

Mo Mengchen poured himself a glass of wine and said helplessly, "If there was a mad dog chasing you and biting you, would you stop and ask why it bit you?"

"No, I'll just offer my fist!" Barkley said forcefully.

"Yes," Mo Mengchen said, "Me too."

For some reason, the more Buckley looked at Mo Mengchen, the more he liked him. He always went straight and didn't like to beat around the bush. Coincidentally, Mo Mengchen was the same.

From the first sentence they said today, Barkley knew that the other party was the same kind of person as him.

"Damn, I heard you're only the [-]th overall pick?" Barkley asked.

"Yes."

Back then, the Suns were the first team Mo Mengchen tried out.

It's a pity that the Suns don't believe that his body can withstand the devastation of the NBA level, so they just gave an unacceptable replacement promise.

They committed their bottom pick to Chris Kyle—a mediocre guard—and told Mo Mengchen that if Kyle was drafted by then, they would take him.

Of course Mo Mengchen would not accept it.

He continued to try out and was finally appreciated by the Pistons and Nets.

"Damn it, don't those scouts have eyes!" Barkley kept cursing.

"Forget it, which scout won't be mistaken?" Jordan said, "Don't listen to this fat pig complaining."

Barkley said angrily: "Don't you complain about the random selection of bread crumbs?"

"meeting."

Surprisingly, Jordan didn't deny it, he graciously admitted it.

"Then you can complain, but can't I complain?" Barkley felt confident.

He forgot that Jordan has a trump card.

"The reason why I complain is very simple. I am a winner. I have three rings. You have nothing. You only have a fat body. It is normal for the team not to value your opinion." Jordan said lightly, "If they want to increase If you are fat, I can consult you."

"Hahaha~~~"

Jordan's joke made everyone at the table laugh, except for Mo Mengchen and Barkley.

"You bastard, mean nigger!" Buckley slapped the table angrily.

"Be careful, everyone, the fat pig from Alabama is going to jump over the wall again in a fit of anger!" Jordan still made an unbearable joke.

Mo Mengchen never interrupted, he didn't have enough seats, this was the conversation of superstars, even if it was an unhealthy bickering, it was a bickering that only superstars could have, all he could do was listen obediently.

No, even Miller and others had nothing to say, just watching Jordan and Barkley confront each other in public.

"However, I'm very surprised. You didn't seem to come to Chicago for a trial training?"

After Jordan and Barkley quarreled, they seemed to be okay, and the focus fell on Mo Mengchen again.

"Yes, I didn't go."

Mo Mengchen didn't know what Jordan meant by what he said, and when he answered, he only answered his question without explaining the reason.

Why didn't you go?It's very simple, because I don't want to write another version of The Bull's Heir.

　Thank you Shaosqingq and Tianshuimiao for your rewards!

(End of this chapter)