You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

"Boy, if you want to do such a big thing, don't call me? I'll do it with you!"

Barkley heard the movements made by Mo Mengchen in the training hall and was almost excited to stand up and turn his second-level sprained ankle into a third-level sprain.

Thankfully, he is not that stupid.

Barkley looked excited at Mormon's excitement.

"That was an accident. I didn't expect this to happen."

Mo Mengchen came back very early, and Buckley, who was wounded at home, heard about the incident and came to the door excitedly, trying to understand the whole story.

Mo Mengchen couldn't imagine how he climbed so many ladders with crutches. It would be dangerous to think about it. If a center doesn't control it, it's not a second-level sprain or a third-level sprain.

"Then tell me what is going on."

Dead fat man likes to listen to such things. When he was young, he was a thorn, fighting with his teammates and arguing with the coach are all common things.

Strangely, he rarely really has a bad relationship with people.

Mo Mengchen repeated the story.

After listening to it, Barkley came to the conclusion: "How do I think you are doing something awkward?"

Mo Mengchen asked: "Where is not authentic?"

"This thing is clearly Doug's fault. Without his advice, Zina dares to blow like this? You don't target Doug, what do you do to her? She is innocent!"

Barkley said loudly, as if it could be heard by Zina McClan, who was as beautiful as a flower and had a big ass.

"Even if you shout your throat, the beautiful female assistant will not hear you."

Mo Mengchen debunked his careful thought in a moment.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm a family person. I'm not right about this matter!"

The fat man's righteous words made Mo Mengchen almost believe his ghost words. If you really don't have other thoughts, how can your eyes escape?

"Since I know she did this because of Doug's advice, why can't I know that if I shoot her, Doug will come forward and speak for her?"

Mo Mengchen asked.

This sentence asked Buckley, and he looked at Mo Mengchen blankly.

"It doesn't matter who I target at all. I just don't want things off-site to affect us. This is the bottom line."

To this end, Mo Mengchen also asked Patton and Dura to do one thing for themselves.

Parton confided in the media, and Dura splashed dirty water directly on the senior team.

Now Collins must have burned his head.

"You guys are really insidious, can't you explain clearly? Why do you want to do these twists and turns? I am most annoyed by you, such a trick, this world has become less beautiful because of the existence of people like you."

Barkley said this while eating a fragrant dinner. He didn't know that he didn't care about meals at home.

"If everything can be resolved through dialogue, there will not be so many countries on the planet, we should be a unified federal state." Mo Mengchen gave himself half a bowl of white rice.

Barkley slurped meat, chewed while eating, full of oil, still talking: "But we are playing basketball, not politicians, why do we have so much effort?"

"Really? I heard that when you played against the Bulls in the Finals in 1993, Michael gave you a gift. Do you think there is any effort inside?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Barkley muttered: "What can you do? We are brothers, what happened to him buying a small gift for me?"

"Oh? Then when he scored a key goal against you, did you remember the little gift he gave you while defending, so that he was merciful?"

"No! Are you doubting my professionalism? How is this possible?"

I believe you are strange.

Mo Mengchen hummed lightly: "If not, how did Michael push it with a weight of 100 kg? At the time, it was said that there were 120 kg. You successfully scored and also caused a foul? Did you ever think of it when you kneel on the ground and regret it? Was it more foul? Why didn’t I do that at the time? Why?”

"Don't you remember that he gave you a precious little gift a few days ago?"

"No!"

Barkley totally denied that he really regretted it at the time, and really thought that he could foul with more force, but he really did not think of any gifts.

"Whatever you say, maybe you really don't, but that is Michael's scheming. When he rushed to the ball with you, he was 100% confident that you would not kill him, because he gave you a few days ago. Gifts, whether you think so or not, he must have such an idea. Even if you really don’t have mercy, he also confidently scored a fatal goal on your head through such psychological hints."

Mo Mengchen stirred the clear soup and continued: "This is the trick. Every year there is a championship. Every championship is full of scams. No championship is pure and pure. This may explain why you have played for so many years. None of the rings."

Listen, it's Barkley's heartbreaking voice.

"What about then? I can just be happy, and the ring cannot prove my full value."

"But the ring is a measure of greatness."

"Frankly speaking, do you have a ring? You know the greatness of a fart, you **** sophomore!"

"You can rest assured that before you retire, I will take you to win the ring. I promise not to let you become the uncrowned king." Mo Mengchen said confidently.

"I bother!"

The dead fat man was anxiously ruined: "It's me the **** will take you to win the ring, it's me!"

Maybe, if there is a big stomach king competition in Detroit, the winner can win the big stomach king ring, and I will take you there.

I believe you will lead me to win the Big Stomach Ring. I am convinced of this, fat man.

The news of Collins' friction with players quickly swept through Detroit, and then all basketball fans knew about it.

"Did Doug Collins get crazy?"

This article details the process of friction, and the details inside made Collins determine that there was a traitor among them.

He locked Jones at once, and these things must have been revealed to the media.

To his anger, he knew that this matter was revealed by Jones, but he had no evidence, and he had to deal with it now.

Just one day.

The president of basketball operations, his rival, Graham Senna, called to order him to quell the matter.

After more than ten minutes, Senna's head boss, chief executive officer Sayu Rao, who had more than 10,000 people under one person, let him resolve this matter in a day that he could not refuse.

Little Dura poured a good pot of dirty water, and Collins' image at the top was getting worse.

Shannon Poser was also building momentum for the matter the next day.

She now holds shares in two large groups, one of which is a 14% stake in the Pistons. This share of the shares is compared with the shares of another company that she holds. It is like playing in a house. Everyone thinks that she is a joke, until she announced that Momo Chen and Hill will become Corona International Michigan not long ago. The spokesperson of the state.

What is that treatment?

Mo Mengchen and Hill can only be regarded as small famous sports figures in Michigan, and the spokespersons that Colena used to look for were all state benchmark stars.

Poser's "deep concern" attitude on the phone, hoped that Mo Mengchen and Hill would not have any "negative emotion" meaning, which shocked the Pistons seniors.

Collins received a death order.

The war ended soon after the war began.

The next afternoon, before the training began.

Collins stood in front of everyone and said, "First of all I want to apologize for what happened yesterday."

"We lost the game, and I'm in a bad mood. As the head coach, this shouldn't be right."

Collins was expressionless, and no one felt his apology. He was more like a student who was doing his homework, and he had a mechanical sense of being a public official.

However, it is already a terrible thing to force a head coach to say this.

After that, Zina McLean also apologized to the players: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't make a bad blow to improve the quality of the match."

The coaches' apology is over, it's up to the players.

"I also apologize for what happened yesterday. My behavior is a little too aggressive. I just hope that I can train normally. Maybe, as the coach said, we lost our eyes."

Mo Mengchen looked at Collins and McClan with a smile.

In Collins's eyes, Mo Mengchen was no longer the young man of the Phoenix Nirvana.

He is no longer.

He was like Jordan, who wanted to control everything on the team.

What disturbed him was that he was more terrible than Jordan.

No matter how important Jordan is, he can't afford Jerry Klaus, who is just a general manager.

Now he is both the general manager and the head coach, but he can't suppress Mo Mengchen, who has just entered the team for two years.

Mo Mengchen took the initiative to stop training yesterday, except for Downey Boyce, all the other players followed him;

Then there was the phone call from the top last night, the cold sweat that really scared Collins out, he was restless and sleepless.

He couldn't imagine Mo Mengchen reading UW in less than two years. uukanshu.com has such influence in Detroit.

After that, Hill and Dumas also apologized.

Collins nodded and accepted their apology, training continued as usual, as if nothing had happened.

The only person who felt the change was Downey Boyce, who was on the wrong team.

So far, no one has greeted him, he is like a transparent person.

Everyone was cut off from him, he turned to Collins, but Collins couldn't help him in this matter.

In the final analysis, he is just an optional little character. In the garbage time, Collins would rather let Kenny Smith play instead of using him.

For a small character like him, once the wrong team is standing, the price is to fade out of the team.

It is also a rookie at level 95, a dazzling star who shook his arms and called a hundred people accordingly; a dim like a candle in the wind, who practiced alone without reason.