You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 800 Just Smile
Watching Mo Mengchen hit a goal that turned defeat into victory.

Saw him stepping over the huge body of the shark.

Watching him finger between his eyebrows, he cruelly invited the Lakers fans present to witness this moment.

Madeira covered her mouth and shed tears excitedly.

There was one piece of wailing at the scene, and the fans refused to accept this result, nor did they believe that they became the first team in history to be missed by a lore in the finals.

Marv Albert, who has commented on the race for more than 20 years, lamented: "I've never seen anything like it."

Wharton said excitedly: "It's not Dor.Mo who conquered this game, it's Gor.Mo!"

"Dor.Mo is just a mortal, Gor.Mo is a god!"

Before Mo Mengchen had time to reach the logo, his teammates rushed up and drowned him.

They approached frantically, wanting to celebrate this moment with Mo Mengchen.

In the enemy's field, turn defeat into victory at the moment of life and death.

What could be more enjoyable than this?

David Stern stood up slowly. He just got the news that the peak ratings of this game reached 19, surpassing Game 98 of the 6 Finals, and it was the game with the highest ratings in a single game in NBA history.

He looked affectionately at Mo Mengchen who was suppressed by his teammates at the bottom, wondering how many surprises this miraculous man could bring?
"Adam, let someone get ready." Stern said to a man who looked like a vampire beside him.

When humans experience severe pain, they usually go through four processes: shock, disbelief, pain, and acceptance of the result.

Now, the folks at the Staples Center scene just passed the second stage.

O'Neill was lying on the ground, unwilling to get up.

He stubbornly believes that as long as he doesn't get up, the game will not end.

As long as he doesn't get up, the Lakers haven't lost yet.

As long as he doesn't get up, the championship platform cannot be arranged on the scene, and the Pistons cannot be officially crowned at their home court.

He didn't know what else he could do to change this result, there was nothing he could do.

He was defeated by Mo Mengchen for the second time. This time, the opponent hit a decisive goal against his defense, and then stepped over him.

A very impolite, completely ungentlemanlike move that can drive fans crazy.

He just became the backdrop for the greatest NBA moments of the 21st century.

What more can he say?
O'Neill closed his eyes, the corners of which were moist with humiliation, pain and frustration.

He hasn't cried since he was 15 years old.

His stepfather strictly forbade him to cry in front of others, only a coward would cry in public.

Even if the closest person dies, we should cry secretly in a corner where no one is around.

The men of O'Neill's family must be tough guys who stand upright.

O'Neill couldn't help himself, he was at his peak, and there was nothing to blame for his performance tonight.

39 points and 19 rebounds, what else can he ask for?
However, his performance became the foil for Dor.Mo's 52 points, 7 rebounds and 8 assists.

Everyone became his foil.

His performance in the fourth quarter will become a legend, sung countless times by future generations, and he, he is the clown in the story, any story needs a villain, he is the most suitable.

He, the damn villain, took the initiative to come to the hero in the story, was knocked down by him, killed by him, and then stepped over by him.

Bryant leaned against the billboard and kept wiping his cheek with his jersey.

They fail again.

How many failures can a 23-year-old young man withstand?His answer is countless times.

Should I congratulate my opponent?

Kobe looked at Dor.Mo who had broken through from his teammates, and was the first to walk up to him. He was the first Lakers player to congratulate Mo Mengchen: "Congratulations, you are great."

Mo Mengchen smiled lightly, without humility: "Yes, you can't."

Sooner or later.
Kobe clenched his fists and walked in front of Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen came to the field, hugged and congratulated everyone on the coaching staff.

"Mo, that was the greatest performance I've ever seen!" Westphal said excitedly.

"Coach, will you stay?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Westphal laughed: "Of course! As a coach, I am still very young!"

Indeed, Paul Westphal, born in 1950, was only 51 years old, in that year.

After Mo Mengchen and the coaching staff paid their respects, they saw Phil Jackson standing not far away.

He joined Los Angeles to prove himself. Every year, they prove that no team can beat them except the Pistons.

They are uncrowned kings, but there can only be one champion.

Does anyone care what the runner-up is called?A few years later, Kobe would say the wise saying "The overall runner-up means you are the biggest loser".

That's right, the overall runner-up shows that you lose the most.

"Sorry, I won again." Mo Mengchen stretched out his hand.

He wasn't going to hug Zen Master.

The Zen Master smiled wryly and said, "You played well. This is beyond Jordan's performance."

This time, neither Mo Mengchen nor the Zen master spoke harshly.

Between countries, serious internal conflicts will be diverted by war; the situation of the team is similar. If the Lakers can win, the OK conflict will be put on hold, but they lose.

After working together and fighting together, they still lost to the Pistons.

There will be unavoidable civil unrest for the Lakers next season.

The future of the Lakers is uncertain, and the Pistons are at their peak.

Mo Mengchen walked towards the reporters at the scene.

"Mo, are you still excited?"

"Of course, championships are common, and records greater than three consecutive championships have also appeared; lore is also common, but in the seventh game of the finals, there is only one lore that turns defeat into victory." Mo Mengchen said proudly, "I am very excited .”

The ESPN reporter asked with a smile: "You once fell into a desperate situation, what made you regain your strength?"

"Starting today, I hope everyone will call me Plato II." Mo Mengchen still did not forget to hurt O'Neill, "I want to answer your question with a sentence from Plato."

"The only secret to success - persevere until the last moment."

(Note: O'Neill previously claimed to be Aristotle the Great, and Plato was Aristotle's teacher.)
Leaving behind such exasperating words, Mo Mengchen entered the locker room, where his teammates were already fighting.

When he came to the door of the locker room, some inevitable battles were waiting for him.

Even if there are tens of millions of people, what is there to be afraid of?
Dor.Mo sacrificed his life and opened the door of the locker room. Sure enough, after a year, his teammates who had a lot of grudges against him waited for another chance to retaliate. The champagne washed Mo Meng's body like a machine gun.

Mo Mengchen deftly picked up the champagne on the ground, shook it a few times to fight back.

Hill is the friendliest one. Everyone is venting their joy of winning the championship. He is the only one who sprays the champagne that keeps bursting on the roof of the locker room.

Champagne rained down on everyone in the locker room.

Westphal was the last to return to the dressing room, and he received the warmest welcome from the crowd.

After the carnival, Westphal asked everyone to get ready, change their clothes, and prepare to go out for the coronation ceremony.

Houston changed his clothes excitedly and shouted: "Three consecutive championships! Can you believe it?"

"Three consecutive!"

Like a group of monkeys in heat, one after another rushed out of the locker room.

Hill had already changed his clothes. He sat on the bench, covered his face with his hands, and recalled what had happened over the years.

He entered the league in 94. This year is his seventh year in the NBA, but he has already won three championships.

The arrival of that man changed everything.

Hill believes that if Mo Mengchen hadn't joined the Pistons, his fate, the fate of the team, and the fate of many people would have been completely changed.

OK might get his wish, the opponents they beat might get more credit than they already have, and he might just be a mediocre guy nobody cares about.

The deepest fear buried in our hearts is that we are obviously very powerful but dare not face up to the direction of our hearts.
Hill's eyes were hot, and he couldn't help it.

"Your reflex arc is quite long." Dor.Mo walked out of the shower room, "Others cry at the end of the game, but you are fine, the awards are about to be presented, why are you crying?"

"I'm sorry," Hill wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, "At this moment, I don't know what expression to use to face you."

Mo Mengchen picked up a small mirror and put it in front of Hill: "Just smile, mom."

Just smile?

Hill saw the face in the mirror with tears glistening at the corners of its eyes.

I cry.

"Life is short, and we have to live it so well that even the funeral home feels sorry for us when we die."

After saying that, Mo Mengchen patted him on the shoulder and walked out.

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