You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 187 He is a Devil, Ethan is an Angel!

"It was a heartbreaking game, the players lost control!"

After the game, Timberwolves head coach Philip Saunders said helplessly in the post-game press conference.

"What do you mean by out of control?"

Journalists who don't think it's a big deal will naturally want to break the casserole and ask the end. No matter whether Sanders answers directly or sideways, as long as he answers, the reporter can write a good article based on his answer.

How could Sanders make such a mistake?
Even if Marbury has made a big mistake, he has to close the door and educate him slowly, and he can't shake things out.

"The players on both sides were out of control. It was a messy game and we needed to wrap it up," Saunders said. "It's heartbreaking to go through Turkey Day with the bitterness of defeat."

Meanwhile, something else happened in the Pistons locker room.

"Grant, what are my orders to you?"

Collins stared at Hill with cold eyes, insisting on asking for an explanation.

Hill probably never experienced anything like this. He was a top student in school, a model player on the varsity team, and no matter where he was, people only praised him.

But here, in front of Collins, his past meant nothing.

Mo Mengchen took off his clothes slowly.

In the locker room, he was probably the only one who maintained a peaceful mood.

He also wants to see how Hill will react. If he chooses to admit his mistakes, he can only stand up and explain the matter clearly. If Hill changes, that is what he would like to see.

"One-on-one." Hill answered Collins' question, and added: "Mo has completed your instructions brilliantly."

"Really?" Collins' face became more and more ugly, with blue veins on his cheeks, and a murderous look in his eyes, as if he was going to stare at Hill to death, "Did I give this order?"

"No, you wanted me to single out."

Hill looked very 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 followed and asked.

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

"Are you still in the mood to joke? Stadium disobedience, can this be a joke?" Dumars was a little bit biased towards Collins this time.

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

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

"Third, he will explain it clearly to the coach."

"Fourth, I'm going to take a shower now."

"Fifth, if you don't wash, please don't interfere with my bathing."

Dumas' neck and face became thicker at a speed visible to the naked eye, which showed that Mo Mengchen was mad at him.

Mo Mengchen didn't know why he was so angry, was there something wrong?

They didn't obey Collins' orders, but they didn't violate too much. Who is not singled out?Didn't we win the game beautifully?

"You have made the coach lose all prestige, how will he lead the team in the future?" Dumars asked in a deep voice.

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

Before closing, he said, "So the Pistons will always be head coached by Doug Collins?"

"What do you mean? Make it clear"

Dumas was so frightened that he almost slipped, he always claimed to know Mo Mengchen, but looking at it now, how did he know this guy?

"Open the door!"

"roll!"

Dumas is very abnormal tonight, why does he ask so many questions?

He wasn't from Collins, that's for sure, and if he had been, he wouldn't have walked out with him that day.

Could it be that he is really just a warm-hearted and meritorious veteran?I'm afraid not.

Mo Mengchen knew the future trajectory of the Pistons, and also knew that Dumars took over as the general manager of the Pistons after retiring.

If he has no one at the top, or if he is not favored by the top, it is impossible to get appointed so quickly.

However, what is certain is that Dumars has no ill intentions for him.

As for the dressing room at this time
"I asked you to single out, but you passed the ball to Mo? Why? Please explain!"

Collins is now comparable to a reporter at a press conference. Hill in front of him is unfamiliar to him. They have known each other for several years, and they know Hill's personality well.

Tonight, he wanted Hill to single out. If he succeeds, it will be regarded as a successful tactic; if he fails, it can also be used to suppress him.

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

He didn't know whether it was Hill's own decision or Mo Mengchen's on-court command.

If it was the former, he would be very angry, because it meant that Hill was no longer the Hill he knew.

If it was the latter, he would also be very angry, but there was nothing he could do.

That person has always been like this, so suddenly he acted arbitrarily and disobeyed his orders, so what's so strange?

"The situation was anxious, and I found that Stephon Marbury's one-on-one disrupted the rhythm of the Timberwolves." Hill explained, "I thought at the time, if I let Mo complete the one-on-one on him, he would be more angry, and he would be more angry. It will mess up the Timberwolves' rhythm even more, so I decided to pass the ball to Mo."

Hill looked directly at Collins, without majesty or force, just an ordinary look: "I didn't play according to your orders. If you want to punish me, I have no complaints."

So, it was Hill who made the decision?
"Grant made the right decision and he didn't deserve to be punished." Mark Jones stepped up in due course. "Doug, sometimes the players see the situation better than we do."

Collins stared like death.

Are they colluding?
Hill and Jones teamed up?

Should he panic?A little bit, but not very strong, because Hill did not have the prestige of Mo Mengchen among the players.

"You did a good job, but I hope you will take the initiative to ask me next time, and I accept all suggestions."

Collins smiles, if that counts as a smile.

You couldn't make the ugliest human being in the world smile worse than this.

Hill nodded: "Next time."

"There is no press conference today, and I turned them down," Collins said loudly, "Pack up, we're going back to Detroit overnight, I know you're all homesick, I wish you a happy Thanksgiving."

The tense atmosphere disappeared instantly.

In a few seconds, the locker room was full of laughter and joy, as if nothing had happened. They experienced a sweet and happy night that ended their losing streak.

Is it true?
Dumas smiled wryly, and the rift was getting bigger and bigger.

He didn't know why Hill took on this matter. According to his style, Mo Mengchen should be confessed.

This is not a whistleblower or a small report, even if he confesses to Mo Mengchen, the latter will not mind.

Now that he has recognized the matter himself, the nature is completely different.

Moreover, Jones also stood up to speak for him in the most sensitive moments.

What would Collins think?

"Oh." Dumas was melancholy.

"Grant, I was really sweating for you just now, the coach looks so scary." Alan Houston groaned.

Why isn't Hill worried about himself: "Me too."

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

Hill took off his sneakers, tore off his jersey, and said, "They just finished arguing a few days ago, and I don't want to add another fire."

"If Mo knew that you thought of him so much, wouldn't even a jerk like him be moved?" Houston laughed.

"Who are you calling an asshole?"

The Lord is here!

After all, it is not a glorious thing to tell people behind their backs. Rao CIC Wang usually has a thick skin, so he feels embarrassed at this moment.

However, when he thought about how Mo Mengchen had treated him in the past, he argued on the spot: "You left Grant here and ran to take a shower by yourself. You are not a bastard, who is?"

"idiot."

"What kind of logic is this?" Mo Mengchen said without waiting for him to refute, "If I go to take a shower, won't it make it easier for Grant to confess me? If I was there, he must be embarrassed, right?"

Hill's face froze, and he was actually hit.

"This" Houston couldn't refute.

Mo Mengchen continued: "In the end, I never expected that not only did he not confess me, but he also took away my credit - that idea was obviously thought up by me, why did you tell the coach that it was your decision? It was me who came up with the idea and helped us win this game, Grant, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person."

Why is his focus always so different?
Hill smiled bitterly: "I also have to take risks if I change the coach's order without authorization?"

"You're right when you say that." Mo Mengchen put on his pants and turned his head to Houston. "This matter has nothing to do with you from the beginning to the end. Why are you joining in the fun?"

Houston tongue tied: "I, I...we are teammates!"

"Get out, I don't have teammates like you who curse behind your back!"

"Damn it, I'll call you an asshole in person!"

Mo Mengchen smiled: "I'm sorry, I don't have teammates like you who call me an asshole in front of everyone."

I don't want to lose face?

Houston got angry and wanted to scold Mo Mengchen, but he walked out of the locker room with his things.

CIC Wang had no choice but to keep up, cursing while running.

Except for Hill, everyone else was dumbfounded.

In the locker room, there are veterans who can't talk, and rookies who don't dare to talk.

Hill also packed his things, picked up the towel and went in to take a shower.

Tonight seemed to pass just like that.

After almost an hour, the players gathered on the bus. They will go to the airport and take a special plane back to Detroit to prepare for Thanksgiving tomorrow.

When the bus started, Mo Mengchen gently rolled down the window and hummed: "'Im coming home'im coming home~"

Those with sharp ears could hear a strange smell: "Damn it, your voice is just like Ethan's!"

"Oh? Really?" Mo Mengchen smiled.

"Come on, you must be exhausted!" Houston complained, "Think about how this guy treats you on weekdays. Do you still think his voice is similar to Ethan?"

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

Mo Mengchen laughed and laughed, it was so funny.

Anyway, Alan Houston, I accept your compliment.

　Thank you Jian Wang for the reward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)