You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

"This is a heartbreaking game and the players are out of control!"

After the game, the Timberwolves coach Philip Sanders said helplessly at the post-match press conference.

"What do you mean by runaway?"

A reporter who doesn’t think it’s too big will naturally break the casserole and ask, no matter whether Sanders answers positively or laterally, as long as he answers, the reporter can write an article through his answer.

How could Sanders make such a mistake?

Even if Marbury had a big fault, he had to close the door and educate him slowly. He couldn't shake things out.

"The players on both sides are out of control. This is a very chaotic game. We need to sum up." Sanders said. "It's heartbreaking to go through the Turkey Festival with the bitterness of failure."

At the same time, another thing happened in the Pistons' locker room.

"Grant, what order do I give you?"

Collins' eyes were cold, staring at Hill closely, and he had to discuss an argument.

Hill may never have experienced such a thing. He is a top student in school and a model player on the school team. People will only praise him no matter where he is.

But here, in front of Collins, his past is meaningless.

Mo Mengchen took off his clothes slowly.

The only one in the locker room who keeps a peaceful mood is probably him.

He also wanted to see what Hill would react to. If he chose to admit his mistakes, he could only stand up and make things clear. If Hill changed, that was what he liked.

"Heads-up." Hill answered Collins' question and added: "Mo has done your instructions brilliantly."

"Is it?" Collins' face became more and more ugly. The green muscles on his cheeks contained murderous eyes, as if to stun Hill, "I gave this order?"

"No, you wanted me to single out."

Hill looked calm, Mo Mengchen stopped staying, picked up the towel and walked to the shower room.

"You don't want to see how things develop?" Dumas asked over.

Mo Mengchen said: "The coach will not trade Grant for this matter, right?"

"Are you still in a mood to joke? Can the court fight, can this be a joke?" Dumas was a little biased towards Collins this time.

Mo Mengchen hung the bath towel at the door and said, "First, I only accept the correct order."

"Second, the person who disobeyed the order was Grant."

"Third, he will explain clearly with the coach."

"Fourth, I want to take a bath now."

"Fifth, if you don't wash, please don't affect me taking a bath."

Dumas's neck and face thickened at a rate visible to the naked eye, and Momon Chen was angry with him.

Mo Mengchen didn't know why he was so angry, is this wrong?

They did not follow Collins' orders, but they did not violate too much. Didn’t we win the game beautifully?

"You made the coach completely prestige, how will he lead the team in the future?" Dumas asked in a deep voice.

Mo Mengchen put his hand on the door, preparing to close it.

Before closing, he said: "So, the head coach of the Pistons will always be Doug Collins?"

"What do you mean? Make it clear"

Dumas was almost scared and slipped. He always claimed to know Mo Mengchen. Now, why did he know this guy?

"Open the door!"

"roll!"

Dumas tonight is unusual, he asked so much?

He is not from Collins, and it is certain that if he is, he will not follow him that day.

Is he really just an enthusiastic meritorious veteran? I'm afraid not.

Mo Mengchen knew the Pistons' future trajectory, and he also knew that Dumas would take over as the general manager of the Pistons after retiring.

If he had no one at the top, or if he did not want the top to be happy, it would be impossible to get an appointment so quickly.

However, what is certain is that Dumas has no ill intentions towards him.

As for the dressing room at this time...

"I let you play heads-up, but you passed the ball to Mo? Why? Please explain!"

Collins is now comparable to a reporter at a press conference. The hill in front of him makes him strange. They have known each other for several years, and they know the person of Hill.

Tonight he wanted Hill to single out, if he succeeded, it would be a successful tactic; if he failed, he could also suppress him.

As a result, he passed the ball to Mo Mengchen.

He didn't know whether this was Hill's own decision, or Mo Menchen's command on the field.

If it is the former, he will be very angry, because this shows that Hill is no longer the hill he knows.

If it is the latter, he will also be very angry, but he is helpless.

That person has always been like this. Suddenly arbitrarily arbitrarily, contrary to his orders, what is strange?

"At that time, the situation was anxious, and I found that Stephen Marbury's heads-up disrupted the Timberwolves' rhythm." Hill explained, "I thought at the time that if Mo was allowed to complete the heads-up on him, he would be even more angry. Will make the Timberwolves rhythm more chaotic, so I decided to pass the ball to Mo."

Hill looked directly at Collins, with no majesty and no strong eyes, just an ordinary look: "I didn't play as you ordered. If you want to punish me, I have no complaints."

So, it was Hill who made this decision?

"Grant made the right decision and he should not be punished." Mark Jones stood up in time. "Doug, sometimes players can see the situation on the court better than we do."

Collins stared at him like a **** of death.

Are they colluding?

Hill and Jones joined forces?

Should he panic? One thing, but not very strong, because Hill does not have the prestige of Momenchen among the players.

"You did well, but I hope you will take the initiative to come with me next time, and I accept all suggestions."

Collins smiled, if that was a smile.

Even if you make the ugliest human in the world laugh, you will not show a smile that is more ugly.

Hill nodded: "It must be next time."

"I didn't have a press conference today, and I rejected them." Collins said loudly, "Clean up, we returned to Detroit overnight. I know you are homesick. I wish you a happy Thanksgiving."

The sharp atmosphere suddenly disappeared.

For a few seconds, the dressing room was filled with laughter and joy, and it seemed to be fun, as if nothing had happened, they experienced a sweet and happy night that ended the losing streak.

Is this really the case?

Dumas smiled bitterly, and the rift was getting bigger.

He didn't know why Hill had to take this matter down. In his style, Mo Mengchen should be confessed.

This is not a whistleblower or a small report. Even if he confessed Mo Mengchen, the latter would not mind.

Now that he recognized the matter himself, the nature was quite different.

Moreover, Jones stood up for him at the most sensitive moment.

What would Collins think?

"Alas." Dumas was melancholy.

"Grant, I was really sweating for you just now. The coach looks scared." Alan Houston yelled.

Why didn't Hill worry about himself: "Me too."

"That was Mo's idea? Why didn't you say it?" Houston asked.

Hill took off his shoes and pulled off his jersey, saying, "They just quarreled the other day, I don't want to add another fire."

"If Mo knows that you think about him this way, even a **** like him will be moved?" Houston laughed.

"Who the **** are you talking about?"

The Lord is here!

It's not a glorious thing to say people back after all. Rao is that CIC Wang is usually thick-skinned and embarrassed at the moment.

However, when I thought about how Mo Mengchen dealt with him on weekdays, he made a strong argument on the spot: "What you did, but you left Grant here and ran to take a bath yourself. You are not an asshole. Who is it?"

"idiot."

"What kind of logic are you?" Mo Mengchen waited for him to rebut, "I'm going to take a shower, isn't it more convenient for Grant to offer me? If I'm present, he must be embarrassed?"

Hill's face stiffened, and he was actually told.

"This..." Houston couldn't refute.

Mo Mengchen continued: "As a result, I never thought that he not only did not confess me, but also robbed me of the credit-the idea was clearly made by me, why did you tell the coach that it was your decision? I came up with this idea and helped us win the game, Grant, I didn't expect you to be such a person."

Why is his focus so different?

Hill smiled bitterly: "I change my coach's order without taking risks?"

"It's true that you say so." Mo Mengchen put on his pants and turned his head to Houston. "This matter has nothing to do with you from start to finish. What are you doing together?"

Houston tongue knotted: "I...I...we are teammates!"

"Go away, I don't have a teammate like you who scolds you!"

"Damn, I scold you **** in person!"

Mo Mengchen smiled: "Sorry, I don't have a teammate like you who scolds me **** in front of everyone."

I don't want face?

Houston was angry and wanted to scold Mo Mengchen, but he walked out of the locker room with something.

The CIC king had to keep up, scolding while running.

Other than Hill, the others were dumbfounded.

There are veterans in the locker room who can’t talk, and rookies who dare not.

Hill also packed up his things and took a bath towel to go into the bath.

Tonight, it seems to have passed ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Almost an hour later, players concentrated on the bus, they will go to the airport, take a special plane back to Detroit, preparing for tomorrow's Thanksgiving.

When the bus started, Mo Mengchen gently shook down the window and hummed: "'Imcominghome' imcominghome~"

Someone with a sharp ear heard a strange smell: "I'm leaning, your voice is like Ethan!"

"Oh? Really?" Mo Mengchen smiled.

"Come on, you specified that you are exhausted!" Houston spit out, "Think about how this guy treats you on weekdays, do you still think his voice is like Ethan?"

"He is a devil, Ethan is an angel!"

Mo Mengchen smiled and laughed, it was so funny.

Anyway, Alan Houston, I accept your praise.