You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 1089 A Very Long, Very Bright Future

"If you hold me tighter, your chest can break my ribs."

"If I hold you tighter, I can squeeze the shit out of you."

"Almost got it."

Dor.Mo made fun of Hill because he hugged him too hard.

"Sorry, I'm too excited."

While hugging Mo Mengchen, Hill wiped tears on his uniform.

If Mo Mengchen knew that Hill was doing this kind of thing behind his back, he would hug this unhygienic bastard hard and see if he could really squeeze his excrement out of his body.

The game ended too suddenly. The Timberwolves fans thought they had a chance to win. Suddenly, everything changed. In the "please witness" again and again by the Pistons players, they lost hope of winning.

The most lost person is O'Neill, who lost his domination of the best team this year, and may also lose his last chance to beat Mo Mengchen.

He is already old, like his style of play, the older he gets, the more problematic he is. He can't choose to transform as his physical fitness deteriorates like those famous evergreens.

O'Neal's style of play is fierce and unparalleled, and he is destructive across the court. As long as he is on the court, he must be entrusted with the absolute core position, otherwise his offensive ability will be wasted, and he cannot be expected to dominate the game on the defensive end.

Because he can only play the core, it is difficult for him to maintain a stable high level year after year like those 35-6-year-old evergreens. Once his physical fitness declines, he cannot crush his opponents like he did when he was young.

This season, O'Neal's average per game is only 20+9. For the first time in his career, his average rebounds per game have not reached double digits, and the decline will only get worse.

What is his hope?
Young super catch-and-shoot Hamilton?

Payton, who may retire this year?

Bowen, who has been confirmed to be reimbursed next season?
Or is it the Chosen One who has a bright future and is unlikely to have the power to rule in the short term?
What is certain is that this year is the peak and final peak of the combination of James and O'Neal.

Because O'Neal will continue to age, James' progress cannot keep up with his aging speed.

O'Neill looked off the field and saw Mo Mengchen.

Coincidentally, Mo Mengchen was also looking at him.

Shark has already written this annoying face into his DNA. Even if he gets Alzheimer's in the future, he believes he will not forget this face.

This face that gave him three defeats in the finals is so terrifying.

Beginning in 2001, fans called him Chamberlain II.

That's not a compliment, it's a sarcasm.

Taunted him for his supernatural power, but he couldn't win the championship because of his unrivaled talent.

He used to be the player with the strongest individual influence in the entire league. Such a player who dominated the whole game with every move, couldn't lead the team to win the championship. This is very similar to Chamberlain.

O'Neal didn't think he was worthy of such a title. Although Chamberlain had many incomprehensible defeats in the playoffs, he won at least two times and held two rings.

And him?He was empty-handed.

Mo Mengchen stood up and walked to the field.

O'Neal waited for him to come to him, stretched out his hand with difficulty and said, "Don't think I will bless you, Dor.mo."

Mo Mengchen said lightly: "It happens that I don't need the blessing of the loser."

O'Neal gritted his teeth fiercely, he didn't know why he lost, three times in a row, two tiebreakers, but he lost the game in unimaginable ways.

Afterwards, Mo Mengchen walked in front of the shark.

His feet were clumsy, but his steps were calm, and he left behind Shaquille O'Neal, who was full of resignation but was powerless to change the result-this time was different.This time, he left Mr. Shaq, the great Shaquille O'Neal, behind forever.

Since then, the Sharks have never been able to return to the finals, and Mo Mengchen has not given him a chance to take revenge.

The grievances between the two are forever frozen.

One proudly moved forward as the winner of eight consecutive championships; the other went to the finals three times and lost all of them, declaring him to be the Wilt Chamberlain of the 21st century.

This matter made many old Zhang Mi very unhappy, because although his old Zhang has a bit more black history in the playoffs, he has won two finals anyway. What kind of cat and dog is O'Neill?How can He De be compared with the Big Dipper, which has both ruling-level data and two rings to support it?
Return to the second generation?Go! Go! Go! ! !
James saw Mo Mengchen walking slowly, and he was terrified because he didn't win.

In Dor.mo's eyes, he may still not be qualified to shake hands and hug him.

James slowly approached Mo Mengchen.

The two faced each other head-on.

"Dor.mo, congratulations..." Before James finished speaking, Mo Mengchen walked directly in front of him.

It's the kind of shuttle that treats no one else.

As always, James doesn't command Dor.mo's respect, at least not yet.

He watched Mo Mengchen walk away from him with his own eyes, and never said a word to him from the beginning to the end, as if he was really a transparent person, or a passerby, in short, not worth shaking hands, hugging, or even talking.

A sense of humiliation lingered in the heart of the Chosen One, he didn't know why Mo Mengchen treated him like this.

What happened tonight is enough to provide him with a source of motivation to train hard in the next offseason.

He silently swore that next season he would make a comeback and let the Pistons, the damned Dor. Mo, pay the price!

Why does Mo Mengchen treat James like this?In fact, it is very simple. How James treated the Pistons on the eve of the 2003 draft, he treated James.

He originally wanted to say to James, "The future is yours", but doing so is suspected of picking people's teeth. Old Deng was killed by him and has not won a championship until today. It is already miserable enough. How could he steal the opponent's A curse that will go down in history?

He sincerely hopes that one day in the future Duncan can personally say this sentence to James in the Finals-of course, this must wait until after he retires, and the possibility of that happening is extremely slim.

Running towards Mo Mengchen was the teammate who imitated the entire section of "Please Witness" with clumsy skills, majestic determination and touching fighting spirit.

There is Mr. Bitter Gourd, there is Future, there is Sakuragi, there is Pampas Eagle, and there is Little Prince.

Seeing them approaching, Mo Mengchen suddenly felt something was wrong.

Because Eddie Curry, an idiot, can't hide his plans at all.

Mo Mengchen remembered that whenever he showed such an expression, he must have prepared a plan with good intentions that would make him angry—because I know him so fucking well!

"What do you want to do?"

Mo Mengchen's expression darkened, trying to scare the group of people away with a dignified look.

Looks like it's too late.

"Dad, we wanted to say thank you."

that's all?That's fine, I accept it.

Mo Mengchen just opened his mouth, these four sweaty rough people, plus four or five substitutes sitting below, surrounded Mo Mengchen like gangsters, each with one hand, picked him up and threw him to the ground. air.

"Brothers, who are we?"

Mo Mengchen was thrown up.

"champion!!"

Mo Mengchen fell, and then was thrown up again, and there was a shrill scream from the person in the air: "Stop it~~~!!!"

No matter how loud his voice is, he will be overwhelmed by everyone's unanimous "We are..." and "Champions!"

Poor Dor. Mo was helpless after experiencing such ups and downs. From extreme resistance at the beginning to full acceptance, he went through the terrifying process of "being thrown into the air by nine people with all their strength, catching them, and then throwing them up again" five times.

Mo Mengchen flew back and forth twelve times, and the excitement surpassed that of a roller coaster.

Because even though he was afraid when riding the roller coaster, but due to the proper protection measures, he believed that he would not die. Now it is different.

He didn't have any protective measures. If this group of bastards who lost their respect for him and had rough hands and feet slipped his hands and threw him to death on the spot, what would future generations think?
I, Mo Mengchen, a man of two lifetimes, a superstar who shines in the music world, the nemesis of death on the operating table, a natural chef, the founder of the Piston Dynasty, has countless glory in my life, and was accidentally thrown to death by my teammates during the celebration. I lived a great life, Deadly aggrieved.

It's finally over.

Mo Mengchen returned to the land from the sky, even if it was only a few minutes, he also tried the life of a flying animal. He sincerely hoped that this would be the last time, after all, he had already passed the age of spreading his wings and flying high up.

Mo Mengchen stood on the ground, looking at his teammates.

Some of them were laughing, some were worried that she would be angry, some didn't know how to express their emotions, everyone was very excited and excited, obviously this was not their first championship.

They have already won the championship, why are they still so excited?
Because this is the first time in eight years that the fate of the Pistons is out of his and Hill's hands, and the game is completely handed over to these young people.

These promising young men finally got something for themselves.

It also made Mo Mengchen make a decision.

Sometimes, plans just can't keep up with changes.

Mo Mengchen said, "Go and enjoy your victory."

They spread out quickly.

Mo Mengchen exhaled lightly, and turned around to see Hill who had been watching from a distance.

"If you want to say that you are very envious of me being thrown into the sky, you can skip it." Mo Mengchen said with a light smile, "Before I landed, I really wanted to kill these bastards."

Hill asked, "Then why don't you do it?"

The whole world knows that Dor. Mo can do anything.

"If I do it, the Pistons will have no future."

"So what about now, our future?"

"We don't." Mo Mengchen turned his gaze to the group of young people celebrating wildly, "They have."

And it's a long, bright future.

(End of this chapter)