You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 310 Luckily Not a Thief

"The game is over, but the topic left to us in this game is not winning or losing, not someone playing an explosive performance, nor is there a sudden emergence of a substitute player, but the last thing we want to see-court violence."

"One thing's for sure. There's going to be a big storm for the Warriors."

"I want to know what's going on on the pitch, what's pissing off Lapurel Sprewell."

Rambo and Barry each express their opinions, but neither communicates with each other.

The attitudes of the two of them towards the Warriors are different.

Rambo considers the Warriors his home team and loves it for better or worse.

Barry also regards the Warriors as the home team, but he is a principled and rational fan.

If you do well, I praise it loudly; if you do not do well, I yell at you.

Barry's view on this incident is this: "This incident is shameful, not only because of the conflict between Lapoor and PJ, but also because of the indifference of the whole team."

"How long has the conflict been going on?"

"Ten seconds? Twenty seconds? Half a minute?"

"What we saw is that after the conflict, no one from the Warriors, the staff or anyone from the coaching staff stepped forward to stop them. They stayed where they were like idiots and watched the situation escalate. What is the most ironic? The most ironic The ones who prevented this farce from turning into tragedy were Dor. Mo, Grant Hill, and Alan Houston!"

"It's just so embarrassing."

Barry repeated this sentence many times.

……

In the end, the Pistons beat the Warriors away with a humiliating score of 132 to 99, winning three consecutive seasons.

Mo Mengchen played 26 minutes and scored 14 points, 7 rebounds and 10 assists.

"Mo, what do you think of this conflict?"

At the press conference, reporters took the initiative to ask witnesses of the conflict how they felt.

"I regret that."

Mo Mengchen said: "We could have played an entertaining game, but due to various reasons, this game turned out to be very exciting."

It was indeed a pity for Mo Mengchen. In the regular season, he played three games. Because the opponents were not strong, Frauses strictly controlled his playing time, so that he could not play for 30 minutes.

"When can Dor. Mo play more than 30 minutes?"

This has also become a popular meme.

Mo Mengchen took the initiative to mention this matter, which eased the atmosphere a lot.

"Do you know what caused the accident?"

I should say I don't know.

But Mo Mengchen did hear Carlesimo scolding Sprewell.

That was already beyond the normal reprimand, and few people could withstand such insults. It was surprising that Sprewell could endure until today before erupting.

"I did hear them arguing, but I don't think an argument can escalate to this level."

The subtext is: Rome was not built in a day, and Carlesimo was not locked up just because of this incident.

"Whose fault do you think it is?"

The reporter's question was very sharp.

It's not my fault anyway.

Mo Mengchen smiled lightly: "They are all at fault. As for whose fault it is, I don't think I have the right to ask. It's like a couple arguing for a divorce. They insist on their own opinions and have their own reasons. We What qualifications do outsiders who don't know the inside story have to comment on this matter?"

"Therefore, I decline to answer this question."

Before the next reporter asked a question, Mo Mengchen took his lead first: "From now on, I will not answer any questions related to tonight's conflict."

"Please let's get back to basketball itself."

Changing room

Frauses paced around the door, and the scene of Carlesimo being choked kept recurring in his mind.

Will I be treated like this?

Frauses is the famous smiling Buddha, with a wide body and fat body, but not the kind of top-shaped obesity, but the kind of fat all over the body, but the combination looks very kind.

He thought carefully about those ruthless people in the team who might beat up the coach...

Buckley?I get on well with him.

Jerome Williams?This guy shouldn't have such a big burden.

should…

Ben Wallace, this is a tough man, and I've always been on good terms with him, so...

Frouseth thought it over and felt that he was safe for now, but he needed to keep it up, to persevere.

Changing room

Frouseth came in with a playful smile.

"Something happened tonight that has nothing to do with us, but I hope we can learn from it."

"First of all, I want you to answer truthfully, whose fault do you think this conflict is tonight?"

"Don't get involved in any emotion, don't give a shit about my opinion, just tell the truth," Frouseth said.

Everyone look left and right.

Barkley was the most courageous, and stood up and said: "If you want me to say, this is the fault of that stupid head coach. As long as he is a man, he can't tolerate his scolding!"

"If someone dared to talk to me like that, I would beat him up on the spot!" Barkley said angrily.

"I think it's the coach's fault," Hill said.

No accident, everyone thought it was the coach's fault.

"Okay, then we should learn our lesson." Frauses said, "If one day, I become a bastard like PJ Carlesimo, please warn me before you do it, let me think Think about what happened tonight."

Mo Mengchen smiled and said, "Coach, this will never happen."

"I hope..." Frauses looked up pessimistically, not confident in himself.

To get beat up, you have to be meaner than Doug Collins.

Or you can think of it this way, Collins is so cheap that he didn't get beaten, how good are our tempers?

From this point of view, Frauses is still very safe.

"Mo, you have to work hard for tomorrow's surgery."

Before Frauses walked out of the locker room, he even said something that had nothing to do with the game.

What surprised him even more was that other people actually knew about it.

"Yes, I heard that this is a revolutionary operation. It seems that it can cure some heart disease..."

"That's right, doctor, this is much more important than playing the game. You don't even need to play this game tonight. You should focus on tomorrow's surgery. We won't lose anyway."

Even these guys know about this operation, so one can imagine how much Tefdanla spent on publicity.

If the operation fails...

No, it can't fail, but Scorpio can fail, surgery can't fail.

In order for the operation to proceed smoothly, the Pistons took a bus to the airport after the game, and took a special plane back to the Motor City overnight.

It was still dark when we arrived in Detroit.

Mo Mengchen took the team bus back to Garleton's apartment.

It was late at night, but the bodyguards of the apartment were still on guard.

"Mo, aren't you guys playing in Golden State tonight?"

Asked the old man who had worked as a security guard at Garleton Apartment for more than ten years.

"Because I have something to do tomorrow, so I will come back early." Mo Mengchen replied.

The old people don't care if there is an operation tomorrow, even this casual question is not because they care about Mo Mengchen.

What Mo Mengchen does when he comes back early may not be as important as what he will eat for tomorrow's three meals.

Come to the door of 250.

Mo Mengchen heard the commotion inside.

who is watching tv
thief?
If thieves could sneak in here, they probably wouldn't stay and watch TV...

Mo Mengchen despised himself for this stupid idea.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Mo Mengchen opened room 250.

At this time, the two women sitting on the sofa turned their heads.

As a result, they missed the bloodiest scene in the movie-the character's beheading.

"Mengchen, why did you come back so early?"

Mo Mengchen turned on the light, Ephraim had disheveled hair, Medela had double ponytails, poor Adrian had cotton earplugs, and fell asleep lying on the sofa.

They also held popcorn in their hands.

Mo Mengchen asked: "Aren't you sleeping?"

Ephraim put down the popcorn, ran up to Mo Mengchen, raised her hands, and hooked his neck: "Don't you want someone to give you a sweet kiss when you get home?"

The premise is not to mess around in the room.

Mo Mengchen glanced at the living room, there were scraps of paper and popcorn in the place, and he could imagine what kind of destruction this place had experienced.

"Go on and watch, I'll go to your room to sleep."

Mo Mengchen kissed Ephraim's forehead, left the luggage in the room, and walked to 280 wearily.

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