You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 378 Civil War Expert Grant

There is nothing wrong with losing to the Bulls. There are wins and losses in the game. No team can win forever. It's just that the regular season is about to enter the final stage. If they can beat the complete Bulls, it will boost the team's morale.

Conversely, losing, losing miserably or falling short in the end will also have an unimaginable impact on the team.

The goal of the Pistons is to keep the league's No. [-] ranking. This game is very important to them and the Bulls.

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

Tonight, Mo Mengchen played 40 minutes, which is the most playing time this season. He played against Harper and Jordan constantly, and finally had physical problems. This was what he had foreseen. He has to cringe, combined with the experience of last season, it is not incomprehensible for him to do so.

This game is a pity, but that's about it.

"Of course it's good to win, and you have to accept the loss. We are still ranked first in the league." Frauses said loudly, "Guys, don't feel depressed!"

"Mo."

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

Mo Mengchen had already taken off his jersey. He looked at Hill, wondering what this guy was going to say.

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

"It's ok,"

Dad changed sex?of course not.

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

Mo Mengchen has such magical powers, he can transform the guilt in other people's hearts into endless anger with just a few words.

Hill will fight back, he's not like everyone else.

When other people were ridiculed by him, at most they just stared blankly and dared not speak out, but he would fight back: "I'm not a woman, don't you think you're flawless?"

Houston asked Dumars: "JD, don't you want to persuade?"

At this time, Mo Mengchen's ridicule came again: "That's right, so I have nothing to say, my mother is on her period, and I have to play a perfect performance that can't find any faults with harsh women in order to lead her to victory. It's a pity I'm not as good as I am, so I have nothing to say."

"You!" Hill's knuckles were shaking with anger, "I'm not a woman!"

Mo Mengchen grabbed the towel and said: "Rodman gave you a rough foul, and then you dare not hit. This is not a woman, what is it? Don't you want me to call you a woman? Do you want me to call you a woman?" A bitch, or a jerk? You should know I'd be happy to call you that, if you choose."

Every time it would develop like this, Hill was speechless, blushing and sulking.

"And all of you!"

You clenched the towel tightly, and your gloomy faces made everyone in the locker room afraid to look at him.

"The Bulls regard us as deadly enemies, what do you regard them as? A weak team that has lost two games in a row? The last dynasty in decline? Grant plays like a woman, but you are not as good as a woman!" Mo Mengchen suddenly had a fit, and he was the only one in the locker room. the voice of one person.

Even Frases was yelling like a slug, not daring to intervene.

"If you continue to play like this, none of us can win. We can't beat any team in the playoffs, and we don't have to work hard to pursue rankings. A group of people without fighting spirit don't deserve to win, understand?"

Mo Mengchen's shouts filled the room.

"I insulted you, and I will not apologize. We are in an alliance where the strong is king. If your heart is not strong enough, then your appearance will not be strong either. You must shed your own skin like a snake. Give up all these damned pride and arrogance and that poor self-esteem!"

The crowd did not dare to come out.

Mo Mengchen's voice was extremely cold: "I hope this is the last time tonight in such a shitty state of mind!"

Mo Mengchen entered the shower room with a towel, and let the cold winter-like atmosphere go away.

"Mo is right." Dumars said, "If we can't re-examine ourselves, next time we meet the Bulls, we will continue to lose."

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

After Mo Mengchen lost his temper, someone needed to regroup the hearts of the people. This was supposed to be done by Hill, but he was bewildered by Mo Mengchen.

Dumars is very disappointed with Hill tonight, not only his performance on the court, but also his performance in the locker room.

He didn't play well, he should admit it, he shouldn't argue with Mo Mengchen, and he shouldn't choose to stay silent after the latter got angry.

The father spurs everyone, and the mother takes care of everyone.

He should have appeased everyone after Mo Mengchen left, but he didn't.

This is a serious problem. The Pistons should have two bosses, and the outside world sees it that way.

Mo Mengchen and Hill, they are the boss and core of the team, but Hill doesn't see it that way. He is a head shorter than Mo Mengchen, but the outside world has expectations of him as the boss.

Such pressure will overwhelm him, and in the long run, he will feel that he is burdened with responsibilities and pressures that do not belong to him.

But what can Dumars do?He is a veteran who is about to retire, and he has the right to speak here, because Mo Mengchen is not around, and because Hill chose to shut up.

Locker room leader, that's a nice way to say it, he feels more like an old man who no one cares about.

He won't tell Hill where he is wrong, every boss has to 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 has been well-clothed since he was a child, pampered, and lives under the spotlight and applause, is learning how to be a boss and leader.

It takes time, and it comes at a price.

Mo Mengchen took a cold shower, he needed to lower his anger.

He tried his best tonight, but his teammates didn't provide him with support. They actually hoped to beat the Bulls by themselves?
That's why he taunted Hill as soon as he came in.

Hill's unrepentant rebuttal made the volcano inside him erupt. He won't regret it. If these people don't know why he is angry, then they will continue to lose next time they meet the Bull.

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

Every game is critical in the playoffs, who will give you a chance to adjust?
At this time, he heard that the shower next door was also turned on.

Hope it's not that idiot.

He doesn't want to talk to Hill now, there is too much to say.

"Sorry." The neighbor said, "For my performance tonight."

It really was this idiot.

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

"I'm not qualified to criticize 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, Mo Mengchen didn't want to stab him again.

So be it.

After that, everyone got on the bus and returned to the hotel. They will fly back to Detroit early tomorrow morning.

The loss and Mo Mengchen's anger in the locker room made the atmosphere on the bus as if someone had died.

Some borderline people who are soft-spoken don't even dare to let their chest rise and fall, so as not to attract attention.

Frauses is very worried that this atmosphere will continue.

The next day
Henry Ford Training Center
At the beginning of the training, Frauses found that his worries were unnecessary. Mo Mengchen's aggressiveness would greatly affect the players' emotions when they lost, and it would cause violent backlash on the training ground.

Since his trash talk hurt everyone at the scene, they all wanted to fight Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen is not the invincible Jordan, he has weaknesses, and it is by no means that there is no chance to play against him.

With a fight, the old atmosphere was restored.

Hill finally broke through the siege with the ball and dunked the lore to kill Mo Mengchen's black team.

"Why didn't you work so hard in last night's game?"

Mo Mengchen complained unhappily.

"Some people like to turn over old scores when they are impatient to lose." Hill said eloquently.

Mo Mengchen was slightly annoyed: "It's only been a day and it's an old account? Why do you remember to eat but not hit?"

My mother spread her hands helplessly: "Can't we let the past go? It doesn't matter what happened in the past, we have to focus on the present, Dad!"

"Very well, I'll let you fucking focus on the present!" Mo Mengchen said to the referee, Farren Foster, "Let's do it again!"

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

"Didn't you hear what he said? The past is not important, we have to focus on the present!" Mo Mengchen said angrily.

Why are there such narrow-minded people in the world?Hill was very depressed, Mo Mengchen forced them to have no rest, so they had to fight again.

In the second match, the intensity was not comparable to before. Mo Mengchen's murderous face made his teammates fully alert, and this aura alone scared the white team to pee.

In the end, they slaughtered the white team without any suspense and won a victory.

Foster felt tired.

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

Since ancient times?

Dumas laughed until his chrysanthemum bloomed, and let out a stinky fart: "Mom, do you want to laugh at me to death?"

Foster was out of breath, and the players who played two matches in a row didn't feel tired. He, a referee who cut corners and went back and forth, couldn't say he was tired, could he?

"What do you think?" Foster asked.

Mo Mengchen said with a dark face: "Don't talk about three games, whether you want three out of five rounds or four out of seven rounds, we will accompany you!"

Fallon Foster has been an assistant teacher for so long, and today he felt the urge to resign for the first time.

You two want to compete with each other, can't you hold a ball and go to a bullfight in an empty stadium?Don't pull me up please?I am innocent!
In the third match, the all-out white team narrowly beat the black team by 1 point.

Hill won the second game and ended the contest. He came to Mo Mengchen triumphantly, wanting to make a fuss.

"Well done, Civil War Expert Grant."

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

"Can't we just turn the page yesterday?"

As you wish, but I'll say it anyway: Civil War Maven Grant! ! !

(End of this chapter)