You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

At the end of the press conference, the media on the spot couldn't help but respect Mo Mengchen.

Some who are ready to watch a good show, while preparing to hit the iron while it is hot, and some who are not well-intentioned, have a feeling after this press conference.

This man is terrible.

Mo Mengchen left last.

When the battle is needed, he stands at the front; as soon as the battle is over, he is at the bottom.

Westphal wanted to take the controversy tonight by joke, but Mo Mengchen took over the fight that belonged to him like playing a game.

Seriously, he was a bit depressed.

Mo Mengchen made him feel like "Why am I sitting here tonight?"

The only reporter who asked him the question was: "Coach, do you support Dor.Mo's statement?"

What else can Westphal say?

"What he said is what." Westphal, who felt neglected, answered the reporter angrily.

Ten minutes later, the Pistons' locker room played and knew what to do.

Rashid is naturally to be named.

He stood up, glanced at Mo Mengchen, and then said: "I don't intend to apologize for what happened today. Although I got two Ts, I am not wrong, and I am not confessing that I am wrong."

"That man was going to attack Mo. I just stopped him. I didn't expect him to be knocked down by me, let alone smash him to the head and bleed. I regret it, but I won't Apologies, I protected my teammates, is this also wrong?" Rashid asked back.

Westphal laughed: "Rashid, no one accuses you. This game is not called a trial. You think you are wrong, you admit it, you think you are right, you don't have to say anything."

Rashid said in earnest: "I'm right, and, I want to let you know that if any of you are attacked, I will stand up for you."

"well said!"

"I back you up!"

"Rashid, you are the man tonight!"

Rashid will be fined for these two technical offenses, but the positive significance of Westphal's two technical fouls is far greater than the negative impact.

Gradually, Rashid became a real piston.

The Pistons are first and foremost a team with a heritage. It is the veteran of the NBA. It has been passed down for half a century and has never been cut off.

From the 1980s, until the smiling Assassins retired, they only sink for two years. When Hill and Mo Mengchen joined the team, they rose again like rockets.

The Bad Boys Corps injects a band of gangsters into this team, Hill purifies it, and then adds Mo Mengchen, a real and evil guy, to neutralize the two elements.

Want to be a member of this team, either as bad as Mo Mengchen, or as good as Hill.

And Rashid did something special tonight, and he stood up for Mo Mengchen.

His reaction comes from instinct, and everything he says here will remain in the hearts of his teammates forever, becoming a special moment between them.

From then on, everyone in the locker room knew clearly that Rashid Wallace, he was a guy worth going to the battlefield with.

Frauss stood beside him silently observing everyone's reaction.

Rashid's speech infected everyone, and the spring breeze of friendship was floating in the dressing room.

As the main leader, Mo Mengchen was not named tonight. Perhaps he said too much at the press conference. Westphal wanted him to take a break.

After the game, Westphal left the locker room first.

Mo Mengchen took off his coat and prepared to take a shower.

At this time, Rashid sat down in front of him.

Before he spoke, Mo Mengchen said: "If you plan to repeat those words just now, I ask you to avoid opening your mouth. I have heard all those words. I'm glad you did this for me, but two good words It will turn bad all over."

Rashid was so depressed that he wanted to stare.

He never felt anyone so inaccessible.

During the game, he felt that he could walk into Mo Mengchen's heart. Their cooperation often required only one eye communication.

Tactical gestures? body movements? The lowest level of sound delivery? No need at all.

On the field, Rashid felt that Mo Mengchen was like his twin brother, but off the field, the man's face was erratic, his words were harsh and his interests were too wide to reach.

Rashid really wanted to make friends with him, and Mo Mengchen always kept a certain distance.

"However, I still want to ask you." Mo Mengchen stood up and said, "Do you know that if he did something to me at that time, would it be more dangerous for him?"

Mo Mengchen said: "You should know who I am and what consequences he will have on me. From this point, you don't have to shoot for me. You have also been expelled for this reason. Game, and your personal technical fouls have accumulated 28 times, what will happen if you reach 30 times?

Rashid was sitting on the floor, and was troubled by this problem, which was not difficult at all.

If he replied that he didn't think this way at all, would he be deeply despised?

Judging by Mo Mengchen's consistent style, it is almost 100% what will happen.

He couldn’t answer these questions, he could only say: “You were facing him at the time, there was no precaution. You saw that guy, he was completely out of control. If you were attacked unprepared, the consequences would be What? Do you think you can bear the consequences compared to my troubles? Have you heard of the story of Tom Janovic? That’s the Rockets’ head coach! Don’t underestimate a championship That's the heart! His brains are beaten out!"

Rahid mentioned this, Mo Mengchen did not consider it.

People can do everything when they are angry, so Rashid's worry makes sense.

With such a thought, Mo Mengchen was really scared.

You cannot leave your back to the enemy, no matter when.

He noted this.

He stood up and prepared to take a shower.

"Thank you." Mo Mengchen simply thanked Rashid, and Tian Zun smiled contentedly.

After that, the former walked into the shower room, and Houston asked curiously, "Rashid, what do you like?"

Rashid said: "Did you not find it? This guy is not a rock without oil and salt. Isn't it because of my enthusiasm?"

"Professor Dad?" Houston looked at him incredulously. "Don't think about it. I've provoked him for four years. It's useless. Believe it or not. Next time you make a mistake, will he spray you to death?"

Rashid said confidently: "Unbelieve!"

In the shower room, Mo Mengchen recalled what happened tonight.

Rashid's reminder made him afraid after a while, what would happen if Stoudemire succeeded?

If he was Stoudemire, where would he attack in that situation?

He could not accurately predict it because he was not Stoudemire.

Rashid's words also moved him a little. He always stood up for his teammates. Today, someone suddenly stood up for him. It felt really different.

Moreover, such a tall figure, Rashid, gives a sense of security.

Rashid was a windfall. The team paid for two good players.

After several months of contact, Mo Mengchen found that their tempers were right. Rashid was brave in the field, but he wasn't blindly ruthless. Only half of the many Ts were obtained because of tantrums, and the other half were for various reasons. No one can understand carefully.

He has his own way of playing, and the flexible use of T is his unique game philosophy.

T is a punishment introduced by the league. The ghost knows how this guy turned his brain to use it as his own.

But then there will be trouble. His accumulated technical fouls have reached 28 times, and when he gets two more, he will trigger the violations and automatically ban three games.

Rashid had already been banned for one game because of the number of T eating violations. According to this frequency of eating T, it only takes two games to make up 30 Ts.

They have to prepare for Rashid's three games, and it is impossible to ask this guy not to eat T.

"Why does he have to eat T?"

Mo Mengchen didn't understand.

The next day, they set off for Orlando, and Rashid had another T in the game that night.

A T for no reason.

Rashid knocked Van Horn from behind, followed up and scolded, as if he had a deep hatred with the other party.

However, the two men had no grievances in the past and no revenge in recent days, and they can't even talk about the match. Van Horn only found Rashid in a wrong position half a minute ago, and he got such revenge in return.

This is the home of the Magic. Can the referee get used to him?

No!

A T is inevitable.

"Rashid Wallace's 29th T this season!"

Even the commentators are looking forward to what will happen next.

Although Van Horn's free throw percentage was as high as 88%, Westphal didn't believe him, and he didn't want to give Rashid the opportunity to shout out that basketball would not lie and replace people at this juncture.

At this time, pennies are erupting, and the inside is the time to defend.

Rashid, Penny didn't take the piston's inner line into consideration anymore, and opened the space to eat Mo Mengchen.

The gap in physical fitness is too obvious here.

In the back, Hill and Mo Mengchen switched defenses, and they couldn't help.

The penny jumped again and again, completely mad.

“Paul, it’s not a blessing, it’s a disaster, it can’t be avoided. ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Fraser persuaded,” Rashid will get the 30th T late. "

Westphal gritted his teeth and sent people up.

So in the fourth quarter, it should still come.

Rashid was dissatisfied with the referee's punishment-Mo Mengchen: this genius even wanted to make a penny offensive foul at the Magic's home court-spitting the referee's face, since he wanted to be suspended so much, the referee is of course willing to complete he.

The 30th T!

The DJ at the scene released Hallelujah's voice especially spoofed before Rashid got off the court.

Mo Mengchen ran angrily in front of Rashid and raised his right hand to poke his stomach continuously: "Did you get a disease that would die if you didn't eat T?"

"Do you die if you don't eat T?"

"You **** talk to me!"

Rashid fled into the desert, quickly left the bench and slipped into the locker room.