You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 416 Break up
3 is better than 2
The Bulls pulled off Tianwangshan, won three games in a row, and won the match point of the series.

"It's not over yet, we'll bring the game back."

At this time, Mo Mengchen made such a publicity, which sounds a bit brazen.

Because they were defeated by the Bulls at home, as long as they lose another game, they will bid farewell to this stage.

If you can't win at home, can you win if you go to the away game that has lost to the Bulls twice in a row?
"You scored the team's most 30 points tonight, do you think you have any other shortcomings?"

The reporter asked about Mo Mengchen's pain points.

"Yes," Mo Mengchen answered him bluntly, "I can't get 60 points."

Is he blaming his teammates?
The reporters whispered, and the Pistons' PR realized that something was wrong and quickly terminated the press conference.

Frauses didn't expect Mo Mengchen to say these words in front of reporters.

"Mo, are you okay?"

asked Frauses.

"I'm not good in any way." Mo Mengchen walked into the locker room, which was as quiet as a funeral parlor.

This is the atmosphere that should be lost.

No one dared to contact and communicate with Mo Mengchen.

He went into the shower room, took a shower, walked out, and said to Hill, "Have you decided where to go?"

Hill asked: "Shouldn't this kind of thing be decided by you?"

So, Mo Mengchen walked out of the locker room, Hill followed him out, and others were puzzled.

"Didn't they fight?" Bobby Jackson asked.

Dumas asked back: "What about the quarrel?"

"Damn, I have to drink some wine, or I won't be able to sleep tonight." Buckley gently kicked over the small stool in front of him.

He has a lot of complaints about this stool, because it is too small, and every time he sits here and listens to Frauses chanting sutras, it is a kind of torment from body to soul.

Lol put the stool back and said, "Chuck, the stool is innocent."

Seeing Lore, Barkley smiled as if he saw a rich man: "Louis, you may be the only one among us who doesn't feel sad when we lose."

Lol didn't understand why he said that: "Why?"

"You think, you can't play at all, so you just need to cheer us up off the court. If you don't experience it yourself, you won't have unforgettable pain. You shouldn't be as sad as us." Barkley dragged the topic further and further, "But you You still made a lot of money with your father, should you take me to relax now?"

Lore didn't know where Barkley cultivated his thick skin, and he had to refute: "I may be even more sad than you."

"Why?" Barkley didn't understand, "You can't play at all."

Everyone in the locker room was watching Luoer, except for Mo Mengchen, Hill and a few coaches, everyone else was there.

He doesn't like speeches, which is embarrassing.

"I'm sad, not just because of the loss," he said anyway, "We went from a perfect team to a flawed team, we're not perfect, we're not dominant, we're not regular season anymore That unbeatable team, we're in a big mess, I don't know how it came about, I'm sad, I was a part of the perfect team."

"I'm sad," Lol said, "I'm just standing here, like Chuck said, I can't be on the court, I can't empathize with you, I can only sit on the court, stand here, watch Things are getting worse a little bit.”

The heavy feeling of losing became more obvious because of Lore's words.

Barkley wanted to drive away the unreasonable pressure on his body, he said loudly: "I want to go out for a drink, who will come?"

At this late night, Mo Mengchen has a fixed place for supper.

It's getting late, and there aren't many restaurants where you want to find a restaurant that suits your taste and doesn't make you feel bored.

After three years, Mo Mengchen already has a list of "go here if you have nowhere to go".

The boss is very familiar with Mo Mengchen.

He will not make a big publicity because Mo Mengchen often eats here, because it will make Mo Mengchen never come again.

The steak here is their signature, and there are usually a lot of customers, so there is no need to use Mo Mengchen's name to promote it.

Therefore, the boss would rather make friends with Mo Mengchen.

"It's a pity for the game tonight." The boss said regretfully.

"Two Kobe beef steaks. This guy's steak is prepared a little bigger. He doesn't have any energy tonight. I don't think he's full." Mo Mengchen said.

The boss approached Hill for the first time, and he was a little cautious, carefully asking him what he wanted.

In fact, Hill doesn't pay much attention to what he eats. He is like a pig in captivity at home. He eats whatever the chef feeds him, and he is not picky at all.

So Mo Mengchen thought that if they were thrown into an extreme environment, he would be eaten by Hill sooner or later.

Because this guy is not picky eater.

"Before you spoil my appetite, let's be clear."

Mo Mengchen picked up the knife and fork and rubbed them against each other, "What's your problem?"

Hill was disturbed by his actions.

Don't lose your life without saying a word, that would be bad, he is not married yet and has children.

"What do you think is wrong with me?" Hill asked.

There is no one else here, Mo Mengchen will not give him face.

Even though there were people around him, Mo Mengchen never gave him any face.

"You are timid, cowardly, and irresponsible." Mo Mengchen first said three questions that sounded bad, and then, without finishing, "You are selfish, you are weak, and you retreat in spite of difficulties."

It's not over yet, don't worry.

Mo Mengchen continued: "You are afraid of Jordan, you are afraid of Pippen, and you don't want to accept other people's accusations."

"I can talk about your problems for half an hour. What makes me strange is that these problems suddenly broke out this year. Although you had many stinky problems before, none of them were more serious than three-pointers."

Every time Mo Mengchen chats with Hill, he always talks about three-pointers.

"And now, compared to these problems, the three-pointer is just a substitute."

Mo Mengchen asked: "Now tell me, what problem did you encounter?"

This is a good opportunity for Hill to speak out.

Even for a man like him, it is difficult to confide in others.

Mo Mengchen is very reliable, always has been.

"You think those are problems, but I don't think so." Hill said while paying attention to the change of Mo Mengchen's expression.

no change.

He went on to say: "Everyone thinks you are the leader of the team, you lead us forward, I just made a concession, a team can only have one boss"

"So, you became unrecognizable because of this?"

Mo Mengchen tried his best to calm down, he didn't expect Hill to be troubled by this kind of problem.

"Do you remember what I said to you before? Three years ago, I had a conversation with you."

"Beside an angel, there needs to be a devil."

Hill immediately thought of the conversation Mo Mengchen had said.

Three years ago, Mo Mengchen, who was still a rookie, was on the court. Through his "help", Payton broke a front tooth.

After that game, they had a conversation. (see Chapter 80 for details)

"I will do what I have to do, and you will do what you have to do."

Mo Mengchen repeated this sentence.

"I thought we had made this clear, but now it seems you didn't understand me."

Mo Mengchen said seriously: "I need you to stand in front and protect everyone from the wind and rain. This is what you should do, and you can do what you can, but what are you doing recently? You gave me what you should do , I'm not God, I can't do two jobs by myself, I need your help!"

"Does it matter who is the boss?"

"You're the boss? I'm the boss? JD is the boss? Chuck is the boss?"

Mo Mengchen said softly: "I hope that one day, if I get into trouble like you, you can wake me up on the spot; if I can't cheer you up tonight, it means I haven't done enough."

"The Bulls are strong, and we're not weak."

"But, without you." Mo Mengchen saw the waiter bringing over the steak, "We can't win."

The steak came up, fresh and tender. Even though Hill ruined Mo Mengchen's appetite, this delicious Kobe beef steak made him regain his appetite.

He held a fork in one hand and a knife in the other.

"I need you to be by my side, not hide behind me."

Hill held the knife and fork and stared at the Kobe steak in front of him, but he had no appetite at all.

He is not as picky about food as Mo Mengchen.

Such a supper is too luxurious for him.

"Mo, I'm sorry."

Hill blamed himself, and he wanted to say a few words.

Mo Mengchen pointed at the steak on his plate with his left index finger: "For Kobe's sake, eat it and shut your mouth."

After supper, the two prepared to go home separately.

"Tomorrow, public opinion will be very unfriendly to you."

This is what Hill asked for. If Mo Mengchen were a reporter, he would write a long article criticizing his performance in the Eastern Conference Finals.

Any superstar performing like this on such a big stage would be under fire.

Hill usually finds it difficult to accept others saying that he is inaccurate in three-pointers. Can he accept the media's omnipresent cynicism?

"I will block this information."

"What if it can't be blocked?"

Mo Mengchen was sure he couldn't block it.

"I'll try to ignore it."

"If they insist on putting it in front of you for you to see."

This is bound to happen.

Hill felt that Mo Mengchen was embarrassing him—Mo Mengchen: Yes, I was embarrassing you—he thought for a while.

"I will humbly accept their criticism." He said with a straight face, "Is this all right?".

No, it's still not enough. If Mo Mengchen were a reporter, this level of response would not be enough.

Hill confronted him for a long time, saying: "I won't bother with them, I will train hard, and then go to the away game, wait until the sixth game starts, and then prove myself with performance."

"prove yourself?"

Mo Mengchen smiled sarcastically, "You really give yourself money, at most you redeem yourself and prove yourself? Forget it, even if you play a good game, it can't offset so many bad games. Get real, you soft-legged shrimp."

Hill was enraged and broke up with Mo Mengchen.

(End of this chapter)