You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 476
February 2, a rare offseason.

For Mo Mengchen, the real off-season day is not in the away game, and not planning to go to the next away game, rather than simply not having a game that day.

Sometimes the journey to and from the road is more wearisome than the game itself.

Starting today, the Pistons will play two games at home in the next five days.

In this short and weak season, such a schedule is rare.

Early this morning, Barkley came uninvited, claiming to ask Mo Mengchen to cook him a delicious weight-loss meal.

Seeing the smiling face of the fat man, Mo Mengchen felt that nothing good happened. He took Buckley to the kitchen and asked while making breakfast, "Aside from losing weight, you should have other things to do in your life, right?"

"Haha, I'm really a little embarrassed about this matter."

Can't see it, Mo Mengchen really can't see where this fat man is embarrassed, isn't this about to come out?

"Don't be shy, just say it." Mo Mengchen put the lid on the pot, turned around and listened carefully to Buckley's next words.

Barkley said: "I'm going to say something about your intelligence next, you have to tell me the truth of the intelligence, and then I can say the next thing."

Also about my intelligence?
Mo Mengchen nodded in acquiescence.

Only then did Barkley say: "According to the intelligence, your surgery schedule today is from nine in the morning to one in the afternoon, right?"

Mo Mengchen nodded, another question arose, where did the fat man get the information?
"And you don't have anything else to do in the afternoon, so you're going to practice, right?"

Mo Mengchen continued to nod: "Please ask questions faster, I'm a little impatient."

"Ok."

Anyway, this is the last question—"You have nothing else to do at night, so you booked the Rose Theater and plan to date Ephraim, is this the case?"

"I rely on you to know?" Mo Mengchen picked up the lid of the pot and pointed it at Barkley's head, "Who told you? What do you want to do?"

The lid of the pot was dripping water continuously due to the steam, and with Mo Mengchen's bad behavior on the field, Barkley had no doubt that this guy would greet his head with this.

"Don't get excited. Is there any important secret in this information? I just asked it out."

"I want to hear who is leaking my information behind my back."

Barkley saw him like this, and if he didn't speak clearly, his plan to ask Mo Mengchen would definitely be gone.

"Your operation in the hospital, I called and asked about it. Hospitals usually have a doctor's operation arrangement. I pretended to be a patient, and they didn't review it carefully. They casually disclosed your operation plan to me."

These incompetent temporary workers!
"For training in the afternoon, I don't know what you have planned, so I asked you, and you told me the answer."

Barkley finally said: "As for the date tonight. Don't you have a little assistant named Aaron Bennett? This guy has been trying to collect all the signatures of the Pistons. I promised to help him do it, and he Disclose this news to me, it seems that it is the Rose Theater that he has arranged for you, right?"

Mo Mengchen was so angry that he took off the lid of the pot: "I can't spare that bastard!"

Barkley laughed: "Now it's time to talk about me."

"What's the matter?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"Do you remember City Lights?"

Mo Mengchen remembered that they were tortured to the brim by the Red Wings.

"I remember that this activity has ended." Mo Mengchen said.

"It's over, but it doesn't prevent us from having a private appointment. Who the hell said this game is a one-off game? We're never finished with the bastards of the Red Wings!"

Is this to actively intensify the conflict?Well done, Chuck.

This is probably what the top executives of the two teams want to see the most. The team makes trouble and the fans are in high spirits, which will definitely stimulate a wave of sales of the team's peripherals and jerseys.

Mo Mengchen turned off the fire, and the breakfast was ready.

"I'm guessing your second round is tonight, and you want me to come with you," he said.

Barkley nodded heavily: "Yes, this is a matter of face for all of us. You are the number one star of the team, how can you be absent?"

"You said that I am the number one star and I enjoy it, but I am more humble. The number one star is Grant, and you have to find him."

"He agreed!"

"What's the problem then?"

"I can't do it without you, my mother is too gentle!" Barkley will never forget how humble Hill was when he participated in the event. The fans at the scene turned their ancestors upside down. He raised his hand like a leader inspecting a construction site, and was dubbed a Duke nerd by the Red Wings.

Mo Mengchen said, "But I have a date."

Buckley said: "Do you have to stay in the cinema and watch those bullshit movies? Life is the most exciting movie, every moment is a climax, there is no restart, and you can't go backwards!"

Mo Mengchen couldn't help asking: "What's the competition tonight?"

"Football!"

Barkley said: "We must kill them this time!"

These people are so childish that it is unbearable!

Mo Mengchen originally wanted to refuse, but when he heard it was table football: "Time, place."

Mo Mengchen doesn't know anything about football, but he likes table football. When he was bored in his previous life, he liked to play with his colleagues. He was especially good at talking trash while playing. There is no way to like Bird. What kind of player can raise what kind of fans ——In the end, Dugu seeks defeat in the hospital.

Barkley didn't know if Mo Mengchen could play foosball, but if Mo Mengchen participated, everyone would know.

This feeling is very strange, can not say why.

Afterwards, Buckley praised Mo Mengchen's breakfast, and said that he would come to Galidon's apartment every day to eat and drink. Mo Mengchen said on the spot that he would issue a rule that no one else could enter.

Seeing Barkley eating without restraint, it's no wonder that the weight loss effect is so good.

Barkley became more and more casual about losing weight, but Mo Mengchen remembered that he was not like that.If he didn't come to the Pistons, but joined the Rockets, the history would be the same as before. Although the Rockets withdrew from the championship, it would be no problem to guarantee a place in the playoffs.

Barkley is also a steady starter, not like now, let alone starting, he can't even compete with Jerome Williams in the Pistons.

With this body thickness, it is completely aimed at retiring.

"I remember your contract is still two years?" Mo Mengchen suddenly mentioned this matter.

Barkley ate a low-energy but he can eat seven or eight vegetarian burgers in one meal: "Yeah, it's due next year."

"If you want to fight for a few more years, I advise you not to eat like this." Mo Mengchen took a few mouthfuls casually.

Barkley wanted to express his freedom in front of Mo Mengchen: "Ha, a successful player like me is already at this age, what else can he pursue? Play a few more years? I don't want to at all."

"Such a successful player?"

Barkley has a premonition of high energy ahead.

"How many rings do you have?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Barkley found that the bastard Mo Mengchen was getting more and more like Jordan, and they had a good chat, when suddenly they talked about the ring.

Jordan said this is fine, he has six rings in his hand, how many do you have?
Not the same as me. Although Buck played more than a dozen seasons than him.

The second round between the Pistons and the Red Wings spread quickly, and some media jokingly called the game "a millionaire playing a child's game of fighting spirit".

Mo Mengchen performed a simple operation, half an hour earlier than the expected end time of the operation.

Angourie Griffiths, still in charge of the surgery report, was listless and clearly still upset that Lorenta Poser hadn't been called for her surgery.

Mo Mengchen was in the office, ready to have lunch with Sievers, but at this time, the little Dula who was far away in New York called and informed him that there would be a business party in Detroit next month, and he must attend it.

"Why do you have to bring me with you about the businessman?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"Do you think I don't know about the tricks you're doing behind your back? Just obediently participate, and there's no harm in it. I'll take you to have a good time!"

Little Du La acted like she wouldn't let Mo Mengchen refuse.

Mo Mengchen was about to rebuff, but this impolite rich second generation hung up the phone ahead of time.

"Unqualified bastard!" Mo Mengchen scolded.

(End of this chapter)