You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

February 17, a rare offseason.

For Mo Mengchen, the real offseason is not on the road, and is not ready to go to the next road, rather than simply having no game on that day.

Sometimes the journey to and from the road is more tiresome than the game itself.

Starting today, the Pistons will play two games at home in the next five days.

In this short and weak season, such a schedule is rare.

Early this morning, Barkley came uninvited and claimed to let Mo Mengchen make a delicious diet meal for him.

Mo Mengchen looked at the fat man with a smile on his face and thought that there was nothing good. He took Buckley to the kitchen and asked him during breakfast: "Your life should have other things to do besides weight loss?"

"Haha, this thing is really embarrassing"

Can't see it, Mo Mengchen really can't see where this dead fat man is embarrassed, isn't this just about to come out?

"Don't be embarrassed, just say that." Mo Mengchen put the lid of the pot and turned to listen to Buckley's next words carefully.

Barkley said: "I'm going to say some information about you. You have to tell me the truth of the information before I can say anything about it."

Also about me?

Mo Mengchen nodded by default.

Barkley said, "According to intelligence, your surgery today is scheduled from nine o'clock in the morning to noon, right?"

Mo Mengchen nodded, and there was another question. Where did this fat man get the information?

"And you have nothing else in the afternoon, so you will participate in training, right?"

Mo Mengchen continued to nod: "Please ask questions faster, I am a little impatient."

"Ok."

Anyway, it’s the last question-"You have nothing else to do at night, so you packed Rose Theater and prepared to date Ephraim. Isn't this the case?"

"You know it by me?" Mo Mengchen took the pot lid and pointed it at Buckley's head. "Who told you? What do you want to do?"

The lid of the pot was dripping continuously because of the steam, and some bad behavior of Mo Mengchen on the field. Buckley had no doubt whether this guy would greet his head with this.

"Don't be excited, is this information a major secret, I just asked it out casually"

"I'd rather listen to see who leaked my information behind my back."

Barkley looked at him like this and didn't make it clear. He must be ready to ask Mo Mengchen.

"Your operation in the hospital, I called and asked. The hospital usually has a doctor's operation arrangement. I pretended to be a patient, and they did not carefully review it. They casually disclosed your operation plan to me."

This group of incompetent temporary workers!

"In the afternoon training, I don't know what arrangements you have, so I asked you, and you told me the answer."

Buckley finally said, "As for the evening date, don’t you have a little assistant named Aaron Bennett? This guy always wanted to collect the signatures of all the Pistons. I promised to help him do this. The news was revealed to me. It seems that it was the Rose Theater that he helped you pack?"

Mo Meng dusted the lid off: "I can't spare that bastard!"

Buckley laughed: "It's time to tell me about it."

"What's the matter?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"Do you remember the city light?"

Mo Mengchen remembers that they were abused by the Red Wings.

"I remember this activity is over." Mo Mengchen said.

"It's over, but it doesn't prevent us from arguing privately. Who the **** said this game was a match? We and the Red Wings are endless!"

Is this to proactively intensify contradictions? Well done, Chuck.

This is probably what the top teams of the two teams most want to see. The team is in trouble, and the fans are following up with emotions.

Mo Mengchen turned off the fire, and breakfast was out of the pan.

He said: "I guess your second contract is tonight, and, you want to invite me to go together."

Buckley nodded heavily: "Yes, it's about all of us, you are the team's number one star, how can you be absent?"

"You said I was the number one star and I enjoyed it, but I am a humble person. The number one star is Grant. You have to find him."

"He agreed!"

"What's the problem?"

"You can't do it without you, my mother is too gentle!" Buckley died and would not forget how humble Hill behaved when he participated in the event. The fans on the scene turned their ancestors into the grass, and Devil Mountain is still there. Like a leader inspecting the construction site, he raised his hand in greeting and was dubbed the Duke Nerd by the Red Wings.

Mo Mengchen said: "But I have a date."

Barkley said: "Don't you have to watch those **** movies in the cinema? Life is the most exciting movie, every moment is, there is no return, you can't go backwards!"

Just to be able to say such a reasonable thing to this dead fat man, Mo Mengchen couldn't help but ask: "What do you compare tonight?"

"Table football!"

Barkley said: "This time we must kill them!"

This group of people is so childish that it is unbearable!

Mo Mengchen wanted to refuse to come, but when he heard it was table football: "Time, place."

Mo Mengchen knows nothing about football, but he likes foosball. When he was bored in previous life, he likes to find colleagues to play, especially good at spraying **** while playing-like Bird can't help, what kind of players can breed fans ——Lonely in the hospital to seek defeat in the end.

Barkley wasn’t sure if Mo Mengchen would be a table football player, but if Mo Mengchen participated, everyone would know.

This feeling is very strange, can't tell why.

Afterwards, Barkley praised Mo Mengchen’s breakfast, and had to come to the Garryton Apartment every day to rub and eat. Mo Mengchen said on the spot that he wanted to publish the regulations that no other people should enter.

It was strange to see Barkley eating without restraint.

Barkley became more and more casual about weight loss, Mo Mengchen remembered that he was not like this. If he didn't come to the Pistons, but joined the Rockets, the history is the same as the original. Although the Rockets withdrew from the championship, there is no problem in guaranteeing a place in the playoffs.

Barkley is also steady, no matter how it is now, let alone, he can't even compete with Jerome Williams in the Pistons.

The thickness of this body is completely for the purpose of retirement.

"I remember your contract is still two years?" Mo Mengchen suddenly mentioned this matter.

Barkley stuttered on low-energy but he could eat seven or eight vegetarian burgers in one meal: "Yeah, due next year."

"If you want to fight for a few more years, I advise you not to eat like this." Mo Mengchen took a few bites.

But Barkley wanted to express himself in front of Mo Mengchen: "Ha, players like me who are as successful as they are are at this age. What more can they pursue? Play for a few more years? I don't want to."

"Such a successful player?"

Barkley foresees high energy ahead.

"How many rings do you have?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Barkley found that the **** Mo Mengchen was more and more like Jordan, chatting well, and suddenly talked about the ring.

Jordan said it would be okay, there are six rings in hand, how many do you have?

It’s not the same as mine, although Buck has played more than a dozen seasons.

The second round of the Pistons and Red Wings spread quickly, and some media joked the game as "a millionaire staged a child's grudge game~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Mo Mengchen did a simple operation, than It is expected that the end time of the operation will be half an hour earlier.

It is still Angri Griffiths who is in charge of the operation report. She is listless and obviously still worried about Loretta Poser’s operation without calling her.

Mo Mengchen was in the office, preparing to have lunch with Sivers, but Dura Jr., who was far away in New York, called at this time to inform him of a business party in Detroit next month for him to attend.

"Why should you take me about your business?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"Do you think I don't know the small actions you are doing behind your back? Just take it and just do it without any harm. I will take you to play!"

Little Dura didn't let Mo Mengchen refuse.

Mo Mengchen was about to refuse, and this impolite rich second generation hung up the phone in advance.

"Unqualified bastard!" Mo Mengchen scolded. ()