Chapter 416: Disappointed

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The Bulls pulled out Tianwang Mountain and won three innings in a row, achieving the match point of the series.
"It's not over yet, we will bring the game back."
At this time, Mo Mengchen made such a publicity, which sounded a bit outrageous.
Because they were defeated by the Bulls at home, as long as they lost another game, they would say goodbye to this stage.
You can't win at home, can you win by going to the away road that has lost to the Bulls twice?
"You got the most 30 points for the team tonight, do you think you have any other shortcomings?"
The reporter asked about Mo Mengchen's pain point.
"Yes," Mo Mengchen replied stiffly, "I can't get 60 points."
Is he blaming his teammates?
The reporters whispered, Piston's press public relations found that something was wrong, and quickly terminated the press conference.
Fraises did not expect that Mo Mengchen would say these things in front of the reporter.
"Mo, how are you doing?"
Frauss asked.
"I'm not good in any way." Mo Mengchen walked into the locker room, where it was silent like a funeral home.
This is the atmosphere you should lose.
No one dared to contact and communicate with Mo Mengchen.
He entered the shower room, took a shower, then came out and said to Hill: "Want to go somewhere?"
Hill asked: "Shouldn't you decide this kind of thing?"
So, Mo Mengchen walked out of the locker room, Hill followed him out, and the others were puzzled.
"Aren't they arguing?" Bobby Jackson asked.
Dumas asked back: "What about quarreling?"
"Damn, I have to drink some wine, or I won't be able to sleep tonight." Buckley gently kicked the small stool in front of him.
He has a lot of opinions on this stool because it is too small. Every time I sit here and listen to the Frauss chanting is a torment from flesh to soul.
Lore put the stool and said, "Chuck, the stool is innocent."
Seeing Lol, Buckley laughed as if he saw the rich man: "Louis, you may be the only one of us who will not be sad to lose."
Lor did not understand why he said this: "Why?"
"You think, you can't go to the field at all, so you just need to cheer for us off the field. Without personal experience, there is no unforgettable pain. You should not be as sad as we are." Buckley pulled the topic more and more, "but you Still made a lot of money with my dad, should you take me to relax now?"
Lor is not sure where Buckley cultivated this cheeky face. He has one thing to refute: "I may be even sadder than you."
"Why?" Buckley didn't understand. "You can't make it."
Everyone in the locker room was watching Rolle, except for Mo Mengchen and Hill and several coaches.
He doesn't like speeches, which is very embarrassing.
"I'm sad, not just because I lost," he said, "We changed from a perfect team to a flawed team, we are no longer perfect, we lost our dominance, we are no longer a regular season We have a big trouble with that invincible team. I don’t know how this trouble happened. I’m sad. I was part of this perfect team."
"I'm sad," Lor said, "I can only stand here, as Chuck said, I can't go on the field, I can't feel the same as you, I can only sit down and stand here, watching The situation is getting worse."
The heavy feeling of losing has become more obvious because of Lor's words.
Barkley wanted to drive away the unreasonably increased pressure on his body. He said aloud, "I want to go out for a drink, who's together?"
On this late night, Mo Mengchen had a fixed place for supper.
It's already so late, and there are not many restaurants that want to find a taste that doesn't get boring.
In three years, Mo Mengchen already has a list of "Go here if there is nowhere to go".
The boss is familiar with Mo Mengchen.
He wouldn't advertise because Mo Mengchen often came here for dinner, because it would make Mo Mengchen never come again.
Their steak here is a signboard, and there are usually many customers, and there is no need to promote it by the name of Mo Mengchen.
Therefore, the boss would rather make a friend with Mo Mengchen.
"It's a pity the game at night," the boss said regretfully.
"Two servings of Kobe steak, this guy's steak is prepared a bit bigger, he has no energy tonight, I think he is not full." Mo Mengchen said.
The boss approached Hill for the first time in close proximity, a little cautiously, and asked carefully what he asked.
In fact, Hill doesn't pay much attention to eating. He is like a pig in captivity. The chef feeds him what he eats, and he doesn't pick food at all.
So Mo Mengchen believed that if they were thrown into extreme environments, he would be eaten by Hill sooner or later.
Because this guy is not picky.
"Before you destroy my appetite, let us make it clear."
Mo Mengchen picked up the knife and fork and rubbed each other. "What the are you doing?"
This action made Hill very uneasy.
Don’t lose your life without saying a word, it’s not good, he hasn’t got married yet and has children.
"What do you think I have?" Hill asked.
There is no one else here, Mo Mengchen will not give him a face.
Even though there were people around him, Mo Mengchen never left him a face.
"You are timid, cowardly, and not responsible." Mo Mengchen first said three questions that sounded terrible, and then, not finished yet, "You are selfish, you are weak, and you retreat with difficulty."
It's not over yet, don't worry.
Mo Mengchen continued: "You are afraid of Jordan, you are afraid of Pippen, and you do not want to accept the accusations of others."
"Your problems, I can say for half an hour. What makes me wonder is that these problems suddenly broke out this year. Although you have a lot of stinky problems before, but no one is more serious than a three-pointer."
Mo Mengchen talks about three-pointers every time he chats with Hill.
"And now, compared with these problems, three-pointers can only be replaced."
Mo Mengchen asked: "Now come to tell me, what problem are you having?"
This is a good opportunity for Hill to speak out.
Even for someone like him, it is difficult to confide in front of others.
Mo Mengchen is very reliable, always has been.
"You think those are the problems, I don't think so." Hill said while paying attention to the change in 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, did you become unrecognizable for this matter?"
Mo Mengchen tried to calm down his mind, he did not expect Hill to be trapped by this problem.
"Do you remember what I said to you before? Three years ago, I had a conversation with you."
"There is a devil next to the angel."
Hill immediately thought of the conversation that Mo Mengchen said.
Three years ago, Mo Mengchen, who was still a rookie, was on the court. Through his "help", Payton broke a front tooth.
After the game, they had a conversation. (See Chapter 80 for details)
"I will do what I should do, and you will do what you should do."
Mo Mengchen repeated this sentence.
"I thought we had made this clear. Now it seems that you have not understood what I said."
Mo Mengchen said rightly: "I need you to stand in front to shield everyone from the wind and rain. This is what you should do, and you are within your power, but what are you doing recently? You gave me what you should do. , I’m not God, I can’t do two jobs alone, I need your help!"
"Who is the boss, is this important?"
"Are you the boss? Am I the boss? JD is the boss? Chuck is the boss?"
Mo Mengchen whispered: "I hope one day, if I'm in 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 are not weak."
"But without you." Mo Mengchen saw the waiter serving the steak. "We can't win."
The steak came up, and the color was fresh and tender. Even if Hill ruined Mo Mengchen's appetite, the Kobe steak with all kinds of flavors and flavors gave him a new appetite.
He held a fork in one hand and a knife in the other.
"I need you to stand beside me, not hide behind me."
Hill held a knife and fork and stared at the Kobe steak in front of him, but had no appetite at all.
He is not as picky about his diet as Mo Mengchen.
Such a supper is too luxurious for him.
"Mo, I'm sorry..."
Hill blamed himself. He wanted to say a few words.
Mo Mengchen's left index finger pointed to the steak on his plate: "Look at Kobe's portion, eat it, and close your mouth."
After eating supper, the two prepared to go home.
"Tomorrow, public opinion will be very unfriendly to you."
This is what Hill asked for. If Mo Mengchen is a reporter, he will write a long 4D article to criticize his performance in the Eastern Conference Finals.
Any superstar who takes such a performance on such a big stage will be criticized.
Hill usually accepts that he is not allowed to make a three-pointer. Can he accept the media's extreme cynicism?
"I will block this information."
"What if it can't be blocked?"
Mo Mengchen was sure he could not block it.
"I will try to ignore it."
"If they had to be in front of you to show it."
This must happen~EbookFREE.me~Hill feels that Mo Mengchen is embarrassing him-Mo Mengchen: Yes, I am embarrassing you-he thought about it.
"I will accept their criticism with an open mind." His face was "Is this the headquarters all right?".
No, it is not enough. If Mo Mengchen is a reporter, this level of response is not enough.
Hill confronted him for a long time, saying: "I will not manage them, I will train seriously, then go to the away game, wait until the sixth game starts, and then prove myself with performance."
"prove yourself?"
Mo Mengchen laughed ironically, "You really will give yourself gold, you at most redeem yourself, prove yourself? Or forget it, even if you hit a good ball, you can not offset so many stinky balls, Recognize reality, you soft-footed shrimp."
Hill was irritated and dispersed with Mo Mengchen.