You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 498 Do you have a disease that will kill you if you don't eat T?
At the end of the press conference, it was hard for the media present not to be in awe of Mo Mengchen.

Some who are ready to watch the show, while those who are ready to strike while the iron is hot, and some who have malicious intentions, after this press conference, they all have a feeling.

This man is horrible.

Mo Mengchen was the last to leave.

When a battle is needed, he stands at the front; when the battle is over, he is at the back.

Westphal wanted to play off tonight's controversy with a joke, but Mo Mengchen took over his battle like a game.

To be honest, he was a little depressed.

Mo Mengchen made him feel like "what the hell am I doing sitting here tonight?"

The only reporter who asked him a question was actually: "Coach, do you support Dor.Mo's statement?"

What else can Westphal say?
"He does what he says," Westphal, who felt ignored, replied angrily to the reporter.

Ten minutes later, the Pistons' locker room played "know your mistakes and correct them".

Rashid was going to be called, of course.

He stood up, glanced at Mo Mengchen, and said: "I don't intend to apologize for what happened today. Although I got two T's, I was not wrong, and I will never admit that I was wrong."

"The man was going to attack Mo, I just stopped him, I didn't expect him to be knocked down by me, let alone knocked him out, I'm sorry to make it happen, but I won't Apologies, I protected my teammates, is that also wrong?" Rashid asked.

Westphal smiled and said, "Rashid, no one is blaming you. This game is not called a trial meeting. If you think you are wrong, you admit it. If you think you are right, you don't have to say anything."

Rasheed said sternly, "I'm not wrong, and I want you to know that if any of you are attacked, I will stand up for you."

"well said!"

"I back you up!"

"Rashid, you're a man's man tonight!"

Rashid will be fined for these two technical fouls, but the positive significance of Westphal's two technical fouls far outweighs the negative impact.

Gradually, Rasheed became a real piston.

The Pistons are first and foremost a team, a team with solid foundations. It is the veteran of the NBA. It has been passed down for half a century and has never been cut off.

From the 80s until the Smiling Assassins retired, they only sank for two years. When Hill and Mo Mengchen joined the team, they rose again like a rocket.

The Bad Boys injected a gangster spirit into the team, Hill purified it, and then added a good and evil guy like Mo Mengchen to neutralize the two elements.

To be a member of this team, one must either be as bad as Mo Mengchen or as good as Hill.

And Rashid did something special tonight, he stood up for Mo Mengchen.

His reaction was instinctive, and everything he said here will forever remain in the hearts of his teammates as a special moment between them.

From then on, everyone in the locker room knew that Rasheed Wallace was a guy worth fighting with.

Froises stood by and silently observed everyone's reactions.

Rashid's speech infected everyone, and the spring breeze of friendship wafted in the locker room.

As the rightful owner, Mo Mengchen was not named tonight, maybe he said too much at the press conference, and Westphal wanted him to rest.

After the game, Westphal was the first to leave the locker room.

Mo Mengchen took off his coat and prepared to take a bath.

At this moment, Rashid sat down in front of him.

Before he opened his mouth, Mo Mengchen said: "If you plan to repeat those words just now, I ask you not to open your mouth. I have heard those words. I am very glad that you did it for me, but there are two good things to say. It’s going to change flavors all over the place.”

Rasheed was so depressed that he wanted to stare.

He had never found anyone so unapproachable.

During the competition, he felt that he could walk into Mo Mengchen's heart, and their cooperation often only needed to communicate through one eye.

Tactical gesture?body movements?Lowest sound delivery?Not at all.

On the court, Rashid felt that Mo Mengchen was like his twin brother, but off the court, this man's complexion was cloudy, his words were mean and harsh, and his interests were too wide to be contacted.

Rashid really wanted to make friends with him, but Mo Mengchen always kept a certain distance.

"However, I still want to ask you." Mo Mengchen stood up and said, "Do you know that it would be more dangerous for him if he did something to me?"

Mo Mengchen said: "You should know who I am, and you should also know the consequences of his attack on me. From this point of view, there is no need for you to act for me. You were expelled for this, which affected the future. The game, and your personal technical fouls have accumulated to 28 times, what will happen when you reach 30 times?"

Rashid sat on the floor, struggling with a problem that wasn't difficult at all.

If he replied that he didn't think about it at all, would he be deeply despised?

Judging from Mo Mengchen's usual style, it is almost 100% something that will happen.

He couldn't answer these questions, he could only say: "You turned your back to him at the time, and you didn't have any precautions. You saw that guy too, and he was completely out of control. If you were attacked without preparation, the consequences would be terrible." How? Do you think you can bear the consequences compared to my troubles? Have you heard the story of Tom Janovich? The head coach of the Rockets! Muttering never underestimate a championship His heart! His brains were blown out!"

Mo Mengchen did not consider the point Rashid mentioned.

People can do anything when they are angry, so Rasheed's concern is justified.

Thinking about it this way, Mo Mengchen was really a little scared.

Never leave your back to the enemy, no matter when.

He made a note of this.

He stands up and prepares to take a shower.

"Thank you." Mo Mengchen simply thanked Rashid, and Tianzun smiled contentedly.

Afterwards, the former walked into the shower room, and Houston asked curiously, "Rashid, what are you doing?"

Rashid said: "Didn't you notice? This guy is not a rock that oil and salt can't get into. Isn't this influenced by my enthusiasm?"

"Probating Dad?" Houston looked at him in disbelief. "Don't think about it. I've been probating him for four years, but it's useless. Do you believe that next time you make a mistake, he'll still spray you to death?"

Rashid said confidently: "I don't believe it!"

In the shower room, Mo Mengchen recalled what happened tonight.

Rashid's reminder made him afraid for a while, what would happen if Stoudemire succeeded?
If he were Stoudemire, where would he strike in that situation?
He can't predict it accurately because he's not Stoudemire.

And what Rashid said also moved him a little. He always stood up for his teammates. Today, someone suddenly stood up for him. It feels really different.

Moreover, with such a tall figure, Rashid gave people a great sense of security.

Rashid is a windfall, a tiger player that the team paid for two good players.

After several months of contact, Mo Mengchen found that their tempers were right. Rashid was brave on the court, but he didn't blindly lose his temper. Only half of getting so many Ts was due to losing his temper, and the other half was for various reasons. Little thoughts that no one can understand.

He has his own way of playing, and the flexible use of T is his unique game concept.

T is a punishment measure launched by the alliance, who knows how this guy turned his brains to use it for his own use.

But then there will be troubles. He has accumulated 28 technical fouls, and if he gets 2 more, he will trigger the violation regulations and automatically suspend him for three games.

Rashid had already been suspended for one game because the number of times he took Ts reached the violation regulations. According to the frequency of eating Ts, it only takes two games to complete 30 Ts.

They have to prepare for Rashid to miss three games. It is impossible to ask this guy not to eat T.

"Why does he insist on eating T?"

Mo Mengchen didn't understand.

The next day, they set off for Orlando, where Rasheed got another T in the night's game.

A T for no reason.

Rasheed knocked Van Horn from behind, followed up and took turns yelling, as if he had a deep hatred with the other party.

However, the two had no grievances in the past and had no feuds in the present, and they couldn't even talk about facing each other. Van Horn just asked Rashid to play a wrong position half a minute ago, and he got such revenge later.

This is the home court of the Magic, can the referee get used to him?

No!

A T is inevitable.

"29th T of the season by Rasheed Wallace!"

Even the narrator is looking forward to what will happen next.

Although Van Horn shot 88% from the free throw line, Westphal didn't believe him. He didn't want to give Rasheed the opportunity to shout that basketball doesn't lie and replace people at this juncture.

At this time, Penny was breaking out, and the inside line was the time to defend.

With Rashid, Penny stopped paying attention to the Pistons' inside line, and opened up space to force Mo Mengchen throughout the process.

The gap in physical fitness is too obvious here.

At the back, Hill and Mo Mengchen switched defenses, but they couldn't defend either.

Penny was throwing and throwing, completely crazy.

"Paul, it's a blessing, not a curse. It's a disaster that can't be avoided." Frauses persuaded, "Rashid will get the 30th T if he is late."

Westphal gritted his teeth and sent people up.

So it went to the fourth quarter like this, what should come will still come.

Because Rasheed was dissatisfied with the referee's penalty - Mo Mengchen: This genius actually wanted to make Penny's offensive foul at the Magic's home court - he sprayed the referee with saliva. Since he wants to be suspended so much, the referee is of course willing to grant it he.

The 30th T!

The DJ at the scene played hallelujah sounds in a particularly spoof way before Rashid left the stage.

Mo Mengchen ran in front of Rashid angrily, raised his right hand and stabbed him in the stomach continuously: "Are you suffering from a disease that will kill you if you don't eat T?"

"Will you die if you don't eat T?"

"You fucking talk to me!"

Rashid fled, quickly off the bench and slipped into the locker room.

(End of this chapter)