You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

　　Mo Mengchen's steps are heavy and powerful, he speeds up and wants to see the **** immediately.

　　When he came to the locker room door, he didn't realize that this might be the last time he opened the door during the intermission.

　　 He opened the locker door and walked into it.

　　Fraises was already inside. When he saw Mo Mengchen coming in, he began to arrange his strategy for the second half: "We didn't play well in the first half."

　　 It seems that our coach knows that we are not playing well? Mo Mengchen was equally dissatisfied with Fraise, who had never been attacked.

　　He is the head coach, and he should be called out to wake up the gang.

"We have a lot of things we need to do better." Frasses opened the tactical board. "We let them complete too many heads-ups. Remember, if you have to let them heads-up, you have to let them in A bad position singled out."

　　 "Don't let them do whatever they want."

　　 "Your experience is far stronger than your opponents, you should know better than me how to limit their offense."

　　Fraises seemed to be finished.

　　 "Is that just the case?" Mo Mengchen looked at Fruse, "That's what you want to say?"

　　Fraises seemed to know that Mo Mengchen would explode. He set aside a lot of time, "Mo, what do you want to say?"

　　 "Oh!" Mo Mengchen sneered into the middle, "I wanted to say goodbye to you, it seems that you don't need it."

　　Mo Mengchen's eyes coldly swept every teammate.

　　As usual, before Mo Mengchen became angry, there was always calm, calm before the storm.

　　 Will this be the last time?

　　 "Eddie, your defense is like shit!"

　　 "Mello, your leadership is so bad that I can't describe it in words!"

"And you!" Mo Mengchen glared at the teammate standing in front of him, "Your performance tonight made me sick, like a smelly rotten meat, I am ashamed that I have been fighting side by side with you so far, you These **** bastards, want to accompany me through this last season?"

"Adam!" Even Fruse did not avoid the rainstorm. "Your 74 wins and 8 losses team played like a super bad team with 8 losses and 74 wins tonight, but you have nothing to say until now. Say a heavy word to them, what are you afraid of? What is the analysis of the **** performance of these people? How do you lead the team in the future?"

　　 "It's my idea."

　　 Seeing the storm getting heavier.

　　Hill spoke, blocking the storm eye.

　　Mo Mengchen looked at Hill, his voice trembling: "What are you talking about?"

Hill took a step forward and said: "The downturn in the first half, the lack of aggression, and the slackness of the defensive end are my ideas. I don't know what to do to keep you here, I think, if we work together to play a show, Make you think that we can't live without you, maybe you will stay for another year?"

　　Hill's words made Mo Mengchen's internal organs follow.

　　Hill Ginobili said: "Sorry, dad."

　　Should Mo Mengchen laugh? No, he wouldn’t laugh, he couldn’t laugh, so he glared at Hill with his teeth, and he didn’t expect this talented student from Duke to come up with such an unacceptable bad idea.

　　 "Did you think about these four things when you came up with this stupid plan? One, you are an idiot; two, you are really an idiot; three, you are a super idiot; four, all of the above."

　　 Hill smiled bitterly: "You have decided to go, right?"

　　Mo Mengchen didn't speak, he just looked at Hill.

　　 "I can't force them to help me, they are voluntary," Hill said.

　　Mo Mengchen's eyes could not help turning to other teammates, they looked at each other, I do not know how to deal with it.

　　 But there must always be a personal opening.

"Beside my dad, sometimes this is the case. It is inevitable that there are all kinds of surprises, surprises, and grievances, but as long as we don't give up, you won't give up on us." Gerrard said to Mo Mengchen, "You didn't give up on me, I will not give you up easily. If you really decide to become history, I will sincerely wish you all, thank you for all you have done, without you there will be no me now."

　　Mo Mengchen wanted to have a **** fight, but Hill stopped him.

　　 Starting with Gerrard, the unspeakable deadlock was broken. The locker room was no longer silent.

"We hope you are proud of us, Dad." Ginobili told the story of the year. "In the summer of 1999, I was just a substitute for Lezo Carab. The NBA was a distant place for me. Suddenly one day, I was told that the Pistons selected me. The team spared no expense to buy out my contract and let me come to the United States for the first time to fulfill my dream. I will never forget these, dad, I will remember us What you said when you first met, I will swear to defend your glory, and I will say...Thank you."

　　Mo Mengchen's low mood continued to rise with the gratitude they showed naturally, and a wonderful mood flowed to the whole body like blood.

"Who is Louis M. Lor? I should have been forgotten and disappeared like sand, but because of you, the great Dor.Mo, there are many people who should not know me remember my name, they must know often Who is standing next to Dor.Mo, they think I am the world’s number one lucky star, but they never know how difficult it is to be your teammate. For me, this is all for 13 years. "Lore is the most senior player on the team outside Hill. His voice touched everyone."

　　It is the most challenging thing to be a teammate of Dor.Mo. But would anyone refuse to work with the greatest player in history? Even if he is violent like a hungry wolf king every day.

　　Everyone understands that Rolle is right. Mo Mengchen's retirement is a foregone conclusion, and they should be happy about it, but no one is happy.

　　 "I must thank you, Mo, because of you, I am not just the all-round Louis, I am also a member of the Piston Dynasty-thank you."

　　 He said finally.

　　 They are one after another.

　　 Even some rookies who have never been tuned by Dor. Mo are thanking him for the wind and rain, so that Anthony's claws have not been able to tear their bodies.

　　 There are still some people who have not spoken, such as Cameron Anthony and Eddie Curry.

　　Anthony looked around. Some words, either now or never.

　　He knew that it could only be now, and it must be now.

　　 "You taught me to run without the ball and assist my teammates;" When Anthony said the first sentence, everyone's eyes turned to him, "You taught me to pass the ball first, unite the team."

　　 So he can be so gentle? The rookies who feared Anthony thought.

　　 "You taught me to defend well, not as a burden to everyone;"

　　He used to be very humble. The veterans who watched him grow up remembered every bit of the past few years.

　　 "You taught me to be courageous and not to be a coward to escape."

　　Mo Mengchen looked at Cameron Anthony. This child is completely different from his previous life. Thanks to him.

　　 "You taught me to be a true leader and bear the future of the team."

　　Anthony gently pursed his lips, he wanted to control his emotions. Mo Mengchen is the person who has the most profound influence on him. He was a cheerful and kind person. After joining the Pistons, he saw how Dor. Mo ruled the team. He wanted to be such a person.

　　 A person who is feared by the enemy and awed by his teammates, so that everyone can trust and can lead the team forward.

　　 "But you didn't teach me how to persevere after you leave." Anthony's bitter gourd smiled on his face. "Thank you, you have taught me by example and everything you gave me, I will never forget."

　　Mo Mengchen nodded gently.

　　 Then,

　　 "Mr. Mo." Curry was the last person to speak, "I used to call you that."

　　 Just like Mo Mengchen once called him "future", these titles were originally derived from mutual aversion.

"I once hated you, the pressure you gave me, your humiliation to me, your accusations against me, made me hate you from the heart." Curry said, "When I know you are coming, I will bypass You; when you want to chat with me, I will find an excuse to escape quickly; because I am afraid of failure, I dare not accept the challenge, from the beginning I am a spoiled child, I am the one in your eyes who can never afford the heavy task Parallel imports."

　　 "Because I'm afraid of failure, I'm afraid to face you, I haven't dared to try."

　　 "I heard what you did to other people. I know Ricky Davis's experience. I know the other people's experience. I'm afraid to see you, or even hear my name from your mouth."

　　 Curry moved forward slowly, he was getting closer and closer to Mo Mengchen, this young man, is no longer the future of the Pistons.

Curry said slowly: "At that time I was always thinking, who the **** are you that made me so scared? You use every means to approach me, strike me, shake me, destroy me, no matter how I get rid of, escape , You are closely following me."

　　 "You make me unable to stop, even if I am exhausted, sweaty, and tears in my eyes."

"You can make a kid like me from cowardice to strong, crawling from the bottom to the top, I really want to know what else you can't do?" Curry finally walked in front of Mo Mengchen, "Now please Looking at me, you made me the way I am now, because of you, I became another person. I hate failure and yearn for victory. Because of you, I will always get rid of the word "giving up" that belongs to the loser. When others retreat, I move on; when others relax, I redouble my efforts; when others say I can’t, I let them see me; if they laugh at me for not succeeding, I will let them stare at the eyes to see how I laugh to the end ."

　　 "No one can beat me again, only I can complete the mission delivered by Dor.Mo."

　　Curry finally said: "Thank you, dad."

　　 The spring breeze of friendship ripples in the piston locker room.

　　 The vast majority of people in the world, when experiencing such a moment, will not realize that they are experiencing the most touching moment of their lives. Maybe some people can sincerely think or say, "At this moment" they are experiencing the golden moment of their lives at some ecstatic moment, but they will still believe that they will experience a better and happier future than this time.

　　Dor.Mo's story will end today, he knows that he will never reap so many touches in a day.

　　 He controlled his wet eyes, took a deep breath, and looked softly at these people: "Answer me a question first."

　　 "In the second half, can you play like a champion?"

　　 "!#!#!"

　　An exciting roar broke out in the locker room, and they were all ready to end the series.

　　Mo Mengchen's voice sank, and he said with determination: "Let's take them down!"

　　 They rushed out of the locker room, one after another.

　　 A few years ago, they were also called the future of the piston dynasty.

At this moment, they are already the pillars of the piston dynasty.

　　 "Did this group of guys make you feel a bit sad?" Hill asked.

　　Only he and Mo Mengchen were left in the locker room.

　　Mo Mengchen's eyes were red and he still didn't cry. He said, "No, that's fine."

　　 Hill lightly pressed his shoulder and said, "Mo, you are great without asking for return, and we are destined to be invincible!"

　　The Pistons were firmly suppressed by the Lakers in the first half. How did they perform in the second half?

　　 No one knew what was going on in the locker room. What the fans saw was that in the second half, the Lakers were beaten to no avail.

　　 The 15-point lead is not an advantage, but a dash that angers the Pistons.

　　 The angry piston launched a full-line counterattack.

　　 Within three minutes, the 15-point difference was reduced to 7 points.

　　The Lakers are suspended.

　　 This timeout has no effect. Two minutes after the timeout, the Pistons tied the score.

　　 After this, the Lakers no longer saw the hope of winning. Starting from the first point of the Pistons' overtaking, the point difference continued to expand.

　　 More than half of the fourth quarter, the Pistons overtake the Lakers by 15 points.

　　Kobe Bryant missed a strong 3-pointer and Mo Mengchen grabbed a long rebound and threw it to Anthony. The latter counter-attacked the dunk and the score difference opened to 17 points.

　　 "Will this be the last assist in Dor.Mo's career?"

　　 Garnett's jumper returned the point difference to 15 points.

　　 The last four minutes of the game.

　　 In the frontcourt, Bryant took the initiative to come to Mo Mengchen to match up.

　　 "It's not over yet!" Bryant roared.

　　 "Endless?" Mo Mengchen patted the ball and suddenly pulled up three points.

　　 "Three points of Dor.Mo!"

　　 "Hit!!!"

　　 The voice of the scene suffocated the Lakers.

　　 "You have to understand that some endings are already doomed, all you have to do is enjoy this process~www.wuxiaspot.com~Mo Mengchen turned back to defense.

　　Three minutes before the end of the game, the Pistons' lead has expanded to 20 points, the game lost the suspense, but Mo Mengchen was not replaced.

　　The other four main players have all been off the court. The players remaining on the court are Mo Mengchen, Rolle, Hill, Magloire and Millsap.

　　The Lakers had no hope of winning, and it passed quickly as time passed.

　　 One minute before the end of the game, Mo Mengchen dribble the ball, changed direction, stopped, and suddenly took another step, shaking the Lakers backup guard to the ground, and then shot three points.

　　 The ball came out, the man landed, and he shot his finger at the eyebrow.

　　 Please witness, this is the last time.

　　 "Please witness, the last shot of Dor.Mo's career-hit!"

　　Last 20 seconds before the end of the game, the Lakers gave up the offense.

　　 They dribbled through the half, but no one landed, everyone stood still and the audience stood up.

　　 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0.

　　 The final whistle sounded.

　　Mo Mengchen closed his eyes, and his teammates rushed from all directions.

　　12 years 9 crowns, I, Dor. Mo, the ending is perfect.

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