You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

"The game is over, but the topic left to us in this game is not victory or defeat, not someone who played an explosive performance, or the emergence of replacement players, but the last thing we want to see-stadium violence."

"To be sure. The Warriors will usher in a severe storm."

"I want to know what happened on the court and what irritated Laprele Sprewell."

Rambo and Barry expressed their opinions, but neither communicated with each other.

The two of them have different attitudes towards the Warriors.

Rambo treated the Warriors as the home team and loved it for good or bad.

Barry treats the Warriors as his home team, but he is a rational fan of principles.

I praised you for your good work; I yelled at you for not doing well.

Barry's view on this matter is this: "This thing is shameful, not only because of the conflict between Lapriel and P-J, but also because of the team's indifference.

"How long has the conflict happened?"

"Ten seconds? Twenty seconds? Half a minute?"

"What we see is that after the conflict, no warriors, staff or anyone from the coaching staff stepped forward to stop them. They stayed like a fool and watched the situation escalate. What is the most ironic? The most ironic? It was Dor. Mo, Grant Hill, and Alan Houston that prevented this farce from becoming a tragedy!"

"This is really shameful."

Barry repeated this sentence many times.

...

In the end, the Pistons defeated the Warriors away with a humiliating score of 132 to 99 and won three consecutive seasons.

Mo Mengchen played 26 minutes and scored 14 points, 7 rebounds and 10 assists.

"Mo, what do you think of this conflict?"

At the press conference, the reporter took the initiative to ask the witnesses of the conflict how they felt.

"I regret that."

Mo Mengchen said: "We could have played an ornamental game, but for various reasons, this game eventually became very exciting."

Mo Mengchen really regretted that he played three games in the regular season. Because his opponents were not strong, Frauss strictly controlled his playing time, so that he could not play for 30 minutes.

"When can Dor.Mo play for more than 30 minutes?"

This has also become a popular stalk.

Mo Mengchen took the initiative to mention this matter, which eased the atmosphere at the scene a lot.

"Do you know what caused the accident?"

I should say I don’t know.

But Mo Mengchen did hear Callesimo's scolding of Sprewell.

That's beyond the normal reprimand. Few people can withstand such insults, and it's surprising that Sprewell can bear it until today.

"I did hear their dispute, but I don't think a dispute can escalate the situation to this level."

The subtext is: Rome wasn't built in a day, and Callesimo wasn't locked in the throat just because of this.

"Who do you think is the fault?"

The reporter's problem is very acute.

It's not my fault anyway.

Mo Mengchen smiled lightly: "They are all wrong, as for who is wrong, I think I have no right to ask, just like a couple who is going to divorce, they each hold their own words and have their own reasons, we What are the qualifications of an outsider who does not know the truth about this matter?"

"Therefore, I refuse to answer this question."

Before the next reporter asked questions, Mo Mengchen first snatched his words: "From now on, I will not answer any questions related to this conflict tonight."

"Please let us go back to basketball itself."

locker room

Frasses was pacing around the door, and the scene of Callesimo's throat locking kept coming to his mind.

Will I be treated like this?

Froth is a famous smiling Buddha, with a wide body and fat body, but not the fat of the gyro type, but the kind of fat all over, but it looks very kind when combined.

He carefully recalled the ruthless men on the team who might beat the coach...

Buckley? I got along well with him.

Jerome Williams? This guy should not have such a heavy burden.

should…

Ben Wallace, this is a tough man. I have always been kind to him, so...

Frauss thought about it and felt he was still safe, but he needed to keep it up and persevere.

locker room

Frauss walked in with a hippie smile.

"Something happened tonight, although it has nothing to do with us, but I hope we can take it as a warning."

"First of all, I want you to answer truthfully, who do you think is the fault of this conflict tonight?"

Fraises said: "Don't intervene in any emotions, and don't care about my views, to be honest."

Everyone looks left and right.

Barkley was the most courageous and stood up and said, "If you want me to say, this is the fault of the stupid head coach. As long as he is a man, he cannot tolerate his scolding!"

"If anyone dares to talk to me like this, I will definitely beat him up on the spot!" Buckley said angrily.

Hill said: "From the perspective of the field, I think it is the coach's fault."

No accident, everyone thinks it is the coach's fault.

"Okay, then we should learn a lesson." Flauses said, "If one day I become a **** like PJ Callesimo, please be sure to warn me before you start, let me think Thinking about what happened tonight."

Mo Mengchen said with a smile: "Coach, this will never happen."

"I wish..." Froth raised his head pessimistically, without confidence in himself.

If you want to be beaten, you must be cheaper than Doug Collins.

Or you can think of it this way, Collins is so cheap that he is not beaten, how good is our temper?

In this way, Frauss is still very safe.

"Mo, tomorrow's operation will be better."

Before he walked out of the locker room, Fraser said something that had nothing to do with the game.

To his surprise, other people actually knew about it.

"Yes, I heard that this is a revolutionary operation, it seems that it can cure what kind of heart disease..."

"Yes, doctor, this is more important than playing a game. You don't even need to play this game tonight. You should focus on tomorrow's surgery. We won't lose anyway."

Even this group of guys know this operation, and one can imagine how much capital Tevdela spent on publicity.

If this operation fails...

No, it cannot fail, but Scorpio can fail, and surgery cannot fail.

In order for the operation to proceed smoothly, the Pistons took the bus to the airport after the game and took a special plane to return to the Motor City overnight.

When we arrived in Detroit, it was still dark.

Mo Mengchen took the team's bus back to the Garridon apartment.

It was late at night, but the bodyguards of the apartment were still sitting still.

"Mo, don't you play in Golden State tonight?"

Asked the old man who had been a security guard in the Garridon apartment for more than ten years.

"Because there are things tomorrow, come back early." Mo Mengchen replied.

The old people don't care if there will be surgery tomorrow, and even this casual question is not because they care about Mo Mengchen.

The importance of what Mo Mengchen came back to do in advance may not be as good as what to eat for three meals tomorrow.

Come to the door of 250.

Mo Mengchen heard the movement inside.

Who is watching TV?

thief?

If the thief can sneak in here, he should not stay and watch TV...

Mo Mengchen despised himself for this stupid idea.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh~~!"

Mo Mengchen opened the 250 room.

At this time, the two women sitting on the sofa turned their faces.

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"Meng Chen, why did you come back so early?"

Mo Mengchen turned on the light, and Ephraim disheveled her hair. Medela, with her double ponytails, and poor Adrian cotton earplugs, fell asleep on the couch.

They also hold popcorn in their hands.

Mo Mengchen asked: "Don't you sleep?"

Ephraim put the popcorn down, ran to Mo Mengchen, raised his hands, and hooked his neck: "Don't you want someone to give you a sweet kiss after returning home?"

The premise is not to mess around in the room.

Mo Mengchen glanced at the living room. The shredded paper scraps and popcorn in this place can be used to imagine the kind of destruction that has been experienced here.

"Look on, I will go to your room to sleep."

Mo Mengchen kissed Ephraim's forehead, leaving his luggage in the room, and walked wearily to 280.