You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

There is actually no problem in losing to the Bulls. The game is inherently losing and winning. No team can win forever, but the regular season is about to enter the final stage. If the Bulls can beat the whole body, the morale of the team will be greatly boosted.

Conversely, losing, fiasco, or failure in the end will also have an unimaginable impact on the team.

The Pistons goal is to maintain the league's first place, this game is important for them and the Bulls.

The winning side can boost morale, otherwise morale will fall to the lowest point.

Mo Mengchen played 40 minutes tonight, the most time played this season. He played against Harper and Jordan constantly, and finally had physical problems. This is what he had foreseen. Hill was beaten by a criminal. Afraid of shrinking, combined with the experience of last season, he is not incomprehensible.

This game is a pity, but that's all.

"Of course it is good to win, and we have to accept it if we lose. We are still ranked first in the league." Frasses said loudly, "Guys, don't be frustrated!"

"Mo."

Mo Mengchen was going to take a bath, and Hill called him.

Mo Mengchen had taken off his jersey. He looked at Hill and wondered what this guy had to say.

"Sorry, I didn't give you enough support." Hill said.

"It's ok,"

Dad turned? of course not.

Mo Mengchen said: "Your woman's family has a few days of physiology every month. I can understand, and I am willing to accept it, so tonight."

Mo Mengchen has such magic power, and can use three words and two words to transform the guilt in others' hearts into endless anger.

Hill will fight back, he is different from others.

Others were ridiculed by him, at most it was a dry stare, daring not to speak, he would fight back: "I am not a woman, do you behave without any flaws?"

Houston asked Dumas: "JD, don't you advise?"

At this time, Mo Mengchen's sarcasm came again: "Yeah, so I have nothing to say, my mother is coming to the physiology period, I must play a perfect performance that can not pick up the bitter and harsh woman to lead her to victory, very I’m sorry I’m not so good, so I have nothing to say."

"You!" Hill shivered angrily, "I'm not a woman!"

Mo Mengchen grabbed the towel and said: "Rodman gave you a violent foul, and then you dare not fight, this is not a woman, what is it? Don't you don't want me to call you a woman, you want me to call you Niang Cannon, or soft egg? You should know that I am happy to call you that, if you wish."

Every time it would develop like this, Hill was speechless and sullen with a red face.

"And all of you!"

You hold your towel tight and your somber face makes everyone in the dressing room dare not look at him.

"The Bulls treat us like a deadly enemy, what do you think of them? Two weak losing teams? The last dynasty of the river? Grant played like a woman, you played not as good as a woman!" Mo Mengchen suddenly attacked, and only he in the entire locker room A person's voice.

Even Fruse was roaring like a catfish, daring not to interject.

"If you continue to play in this way, none of us can win. We can't win any team in the playoffs, and we don't have to work hard to pursue the ranking. A group of people with no fighting spirit are not worthy to win, understand?"

Mo Mengchen screamed and filled the room.

"I have insulted you, I will not apologize. We are in an alliance where the strong is the king. If your heart is not strong enough, then your appearance will not be strong. You must shed your skin like a snake. All the **** pride and arrogance and the poor self-esteem are abandoned!"

Everyone dare not show up.

Mo Mengchen's voice was extremely cold: "This shit-like mental state tonight, I hope this is the last time!"

Mo Mengchen brought the towel into the shower room, and let the cold winter-like atmosphere leave.

"Mo is right." Dumas said, "If we can't re-examine ourselves, we will continue to lose next time we meet a bull."

He didn't play for a second tonight, but he is the soul of the team and he is the leader of the locker room.

After Mo Mengchen was furious, someone needed to regroup people's hearts. This should have been done by Hill, but he was at a loss by Mo Mengchen.

Dumas was disappointed with Hill tonight, not only on the court, but also in the locker room.

He didn't play well and admitted that he shouldn't argue with Mo Mengchen or choose to silence after the latter became angry.

Dad urged everyone, and Mom took care of everyone.

He should appease everyone's emotions after Mo Mengchen left, but he didn't do it.

This is a serious problem. There should be two bosses in the Pistons.

Mo Mengchen and Hill, they are the team's boss and core, but Hill does not see it this way, he is short in front of Mo Mengchen, but the outside world holds his boss's expectations.

Such pressure will overwhelm him, and in the long run, he will feel that he is carrying responsibilities and pressures that are not his.

But what can Dumas do? He is a veteran who is about to retire. He has a lot of say here because Mo Mengchen is not here because Hill chose to shut up.

The locker room leader, that's a nice statement. He feels more like an old man who nobody cares about.

He will not tell Hill where he is wrong. Every boss must go this way. Mo Mengchen's mind is far more mature than others. He understands his mission as soon as he comes, and naturally enters the role. And Hill, a genius who grew up with food and nourishment, lived under the spotlight and applause, he is learning how to be a boss and leader.

This takes time and costs.

Mo Mengchen took a cold shower and he needed to lower his temper.

He tried his best tonight, but his teammates did not provide him with support. They even hope to beat the Bulls by one person?

This is why he mocked Hill as soon as he came in.

Hill unknowingly repented that the volcano erupted inside him. He wouldn’t regret it. If the group didn’t know why he was angry, they would lose next time they met the bull.

There is no time to adjust, if they still have a chance to play against the Bulls, it is the playoffs.

Every playoff is crucial, who will give you a chance to adjust?

At this time, he heard the shower next door also opened.

Hope it's not that nerd.

He doesn't want to talk to Hill now, he says too much.

"Sorry." The next door spoke, "For my performance tonight."

Sure enough, this nerd.

Mo Mengchen did not intend to accept: "Really? Didn't you think my performance was not perfect just now?"

"I'm not qualified to accuse you of your performance tonight. I played badly. I quit the competition when I needed to work hard. I know I let you down." Hill said.

If an apology can solve the problem, Mo Mengchen is willing to apologize to everyone.

His attitude was so sincere that Mo Mengchen didn't want to stab him again.

So be it.

After that, everyone boarded the bus and returned to the hotel. Tomorrow morning, they will fly back to Detroit.

Losing and Mo Mengchen angering in the locker room, the atmosphere on the bus looked like someone had died.

Some people who speak lightly and marginally do not dare to make their chests undulate even if they breathe, so as not to attract attention.

Frasses was worried that this atmosphere would continue.

The next day

Henry Ford Training Center

At the beginning of training, Fruse found that his worries were superfluous. Mo Menchen's aggressiveness would greatly hurt the player's emotions when he lost the ball, while on the training ground he would incur violent backlash.

As his **** words hurt everyone at the scene, all of them wanted to fight Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen is not invincible Jordan. He has weaknesses, and he has no chances to play against him.

Playing, playing, the atmosphere of the past is restored.

Hill finally broke through the ball with a ball and dunked the black team where Mo Mengchen was.

"Why didn't you see you working so hard last night?"

Mo Mengchen vomited uncomfortably.

"Some people like to turn over their old accounts when they lose their eyes." Hill said sternly.

Mo Mengchen was furious: "It's just an old account in the past day? How can you remember to eat or not?"

The mother spread her hands helplessly: "Can't you let him go in the past? Whatever happened in the past is no longer important, we have to look at the present, dad!"

"Very good, I'll make you **** look at the moment!" Mo Mengchen said to the arbitrating Foster, "One more time!"

Foster asked: "Don't you rest for a few minutes?"

"Did you not hear him say? The past is not important, we have to look at the moment!" Mo Mengchen said angrily.

Why are there so careful people in the world? Hill was so depressed that Mo Mengchen forced them to have no rest and could only fight one more time.

In the second match, the intensity was not comparable to that of just now. The murderous face of Mo Mengchen made his teammates alert, and this momentum scared the white team.

In the end, they slaughtered the white team without suspense and pulled back to a city.

Foster felt tired.

Hill caught him back: "Since ancient times, our team has a tradition of two wins in three games, continue!"

Since ancient times?

Dumas smiled and the chrysanthemum bloomed, releasing a stupid fart: "Mom, do you want to laugh at me?"

Foster was panting, and even the player who played two matches didn't feel tired. He, the referee who was cutting corners, could not be said to be tired?

"What do you think?" Foster asked~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Mo Mengchen said with a black face: "Don't say three games, whether you want three wins in five innings or four wins in seven innings, we will accompany you!"

Foster has been teaching assistant for so long, and today gave birth for the first time the urge to resign.

Wouldn't the two of you want to compete yourself to grab a ball and go to a nobody's court to bullfight? Would you please pull me on? I am innocent!

In the third match, the white team went all out to beat the black team by one point.

Hill won the second game and ended the contest. He came to Mo Mengchen proudly, wanting to chat about it.

"Good job, civil war expert Grant."

Mo Mengchen's sarcasm made Hill's smile stiffen.

"Can't you turn this page yesterday?"

As you wish, but I still have to say: civil war expert Grant! ! !