Chapter 732: Downpour

　　 "My shot is like sweetmeat!!!"
　　When Jordan hit Theshot, he jumped, jumped and punched his fists. The teammates who came up to join him were all well-balanced.
Lewis is different. Except for the third grade who shoots nothing, he scored a goal and his tail was high. Houston, who gave up the chance of lore, stepped forward and fell on him: "If you don't shoot, I will kill Yours!"
　　 The first one has the second one, and then even the guys sitting on the field joined the carnival.
　　Mo Mengchen and Hill stood far away, watching the group of people making trouble.
　　 Hill asked: "You wanted to fight like this from the beginning?"
　　Mo Mengchen shook his head: "No, the coach wants us to fight like this."
Hill couldn’t understand that, because Westphal didn’t even call a timeout at the end, and completely handed the game to the players. They could only say that they did not live up to the expectations of the coach and won the game in the most perfect way. .
　　 "However, this is the best result, isn't it?" Hill asked with a smile.
　　 "I only hope that some people are worthy of all this." Mo Mengchen stared at the field.
　　Hill is not good at playing dumb puzzles, too lazy to guess the answer, he chose to step forward and join this seemingly stupid carnival.
　　 On the other side, the Lakers looked extremely frustrated. A Christmas war that was expected by fans all over the world eventually made this look. They had 99 ways to win, but they eventually lost.
　　 "Why do you pass the ball?"
　　Kobe walked to Mo Mengchen and took the initiative to ask questions.
　　 Because the show is over.
　　 Mo Mengchen's official answer was: "Because I listen to the coach."
　　Kobe laughed ironically: "I also listen to the coach."
　　 But Mo Mengchen won and Kobe lost. Mo Mengchen wins because he listens to the coach. Kobe thinks they lost because he too listens to the coach.
The game tonight proves that Zen Master will not always be right. His success in the Bulls has nothing to do with Jordan and Pippen. Maybe he does not want to cultivate another Jordan. Maybe he prefers sharks. In short, Kobe’s trust in Zen Master Respect is fast disappearing.
　　The conversation between Mo Mengchen and Kobe has no end.
　　Depressed Peter Pan turned to the player's channel, watching Kobe's back, Mo Mengchen thought, the seeds germinated.
　　 "Mo, how do you evaluate this game tonight?"
　　 "A good game is enough for fans to feast on."
　　 "How do you evaluate Lewis' last lore?"
　　 "Rashad kept saying that his shot was like preserves," Mo Mengchen nodded and admitted something that was enough to make Lewis so excited that he couldn't sleep. "Indeed, I admit that his shot is like preserves."
　　Although only admitting this in front of the media, it is enough, after all, Mo Mengchen is called "Durian Boy" all day long.
　　What is that durian? Lewis has no heart or lungs all day long. Who knows the pain in his heart? Today, it's an exasperation.
　　After the press conference, Pistons III and Westphal walked into the tunnel together.
　　 The media thing is finally over, but there are still some things to do next.
　　 "Why do you pass the ball?" Mo Mengchen asked.
　　You must know that Mo Mengchen didn't greet Houston in advance, but he didn't pass the ball in the end, it was up to him to decide.
　　Depending on his situation, he chooses to shoot and hit a lore, which can stabilize the position of the team.
　　Houston said: "It's like if you reduce your shots."
　　 "I don't need to score to prove myself."
　　 "I don't need to rely on lore to stabilize my position."
　　 It's really regrettable. Even a guy like Houston understands the truth, but Ricky Davis doesn't understand it.
　　 is always yours, no matter how awkward, how to prove yourself, things that belong to you will always come to you naturally.
　　 Pistons Sanjo and Westphal entered the dressing room together.
　　Everyone was sitting in place, and no one was absent except Jerome Williams.
　　 "Jerome has gone to the hospital for examination, and there will be results tonight." Westphal said a little.
　　According to the previous rules, it is necessary to make corrections at this time, but this atmosphere is obviously wrong.
　　 "We won the game, which is gratifying, but also exposed a lot of problems." Westphal was about to speak, Mo Mengchen stepped forward, smiled, "Coach, let me say it."
　　Westphal is suitable for a lot of things, but it is not suitable for holding a criticism meeting at this time.
　　What you hate should be done by people who hate you.
　　 No one is more suitable than Dor.Mo. A demon who is scared to hate can not be hated. Is anyone more suitable than him?
　　 Hill consciously took a step back, and something happened next.
　　 "Nothing can be changed tonight," Westphal said.
　　 Then, he gave up his position.
　　Mo Mengchen moved forward, approaching Ricky Davis.
　　 There is no need to cover up.
　　 "Ricky, why do you think you can start?"
　　Mo Mengchen took the initiative to make trouble, just like a sudden car accident, Davis could not respond at all.
　　 "Why?!" Mo Mengchen's tone increased, and Davis was even more afraid to answer.
　　 "Because you can grab rebounds? Because you have more assists than Alan? So you think you are more suitable as a starter?" Mo Mengchen repeatedly asked.
　　 Davis's eyes dodge, and he still dares not answer.
　　 "Let me tell you the truth." Mo Mengchen's words hit like cold rain, "I'm afraid no one wants to fight alongside you."
"Because you are selfish, because you only think about yourself, because you never know how to think collectively." Mo Mengchen said with regret, "I thought everyone could change, and now it seems like a big mistake, some people Maybe it will change, and some people won’t, just like I can’t expect Rashid to stop provoking the referee for sex..."
　　 Rashid could not sit still.
　　 "Just like I can't expect Jamal to stand up like a man and play a talented performance against sharks."
　　 Magloire sits like a needle felt.
"So, I can't expect you to change anything." Mo Mengchen looked at Davis with disappointment, "I should have known that you selfish, self-interested, and greedy stupid will never change, I should not treat you at all. Expect something!"
　　 "Fool, look up at me!"
　　Dor.Mo's roar made Davis tremble, and then he saw a face that would rather have a nightmare than a wish.
　　Mo Mengchen's face was as cold as frost, making it difficult to look straight.
"You raise my ears and listen, I don’t want to fight with you, choose one hundred times, one thousand times, ten thousand times. Between you and Alan, I will choose Alan without hesitation! I’m fed up with you. Stupid! I can no longer tolerate your selfishness! No matter how much gossip you and your brain-damaged agent make, this matter will not change, you will not be our starter, never!"
Davis was holding a fist, he felt ashamed, he would like to find a place to hide, but now he can only continue to stand in front of Mo Mengchen, let him humiliate ~EbookFREE.me~ If you are unwilling, you can apply for a transaction, I believe the management will give you an explanation. "Mo Mengchen's face was cold, "After three years, you finally just proved that you are not worthy of your ambitions, and have lived up to all expectations. "
Mo Mengchen turned away and said to the others: "Everyone needs to be sacrificed! Grant will retreat behind the scenes for my plan; Jerome will take the initiative to stand up against him for poor Jamal not to be swallowed by sharks. ; Big Ben devotes everything to us on the defensive end each round; Alan finally gave up the lore and passed the ball to Rashad with a better chance. This is sacrifice!"
　　Mo Mengchen shouted: "If each of us is as selfish as this guy, then never think of a champion again, a champion teacher will never have such a selfish ghost!"
　　Just like Westphal said, there is nothing wrong to change tonight.
　　Only tonight is a downpour.
　　Westphal watched Mo Mengchen anger at everyone, making the Pistons a hungry team for the championship.
　　 Only, this is too cruel to Davis.
　　 However, Mo Mengchen was right, if Davis could not become more selfless, then for the Pistons, it was just a time bomb that did not know when it would be detonated.
　　 Learn to sacrifice. This is Davis' last lesson.
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