Mo Mengchen and Hill were baptized by their teammates' champagne and then fought back. Finally, they both sprayed the champagne at each other.

The two of them bathed in champagne, releasing all the pressure of the year.

Now, they officially tied the Celtics' eight consecutive championships.

Everything from now on will be a brand new history.

After the crazy celebration, the locker room returned to peace.

Frauses is also one of the players' targets for the fire. He is sure that the dark black suit he has been ruined.

Although this dress is one of his favorites and his coaching rate is quite high, on this night, it is difficult for him to take his anger on the players, so he has to continue to have a familiar smile, giving people a sense of no danger. In fact, he has already recorded the names of the players who have attacked him in his heart and settled the score with them when the next season begins.

"We have changed our clothes, and we have to go back to the competition and hold our eighth trophy in front of the booing of more than 20,000 people." Frauses said.

The locker room calls are back.

The Pistons have not been so excited about "a mere championship trophy".

All teammates know that the trophy is of extraordinary significance.

This is a championship that tied the record of the ancient Celtics' consecutive championships;

This is the championship they won when Mo Mengchen was unable to exert force due to injury;

This is a championship won by those players who are hailed as the future of the Pistons with their own strength;

From today on, they will no longer be called the future.

The future that people mentioned back then was no longer illusory and undetermined.

The future is tonight, the future is now, and the future has arrived.

The young people were excited to wear championship uniforms and ran out of the locker room like they won the first championship.

Older movements are slower, especially Mo Mengchen, who is not very convenient to move.

He could get dressed in ten seconds, but he didn't do that, as if to extend the time, his movements were extremely slow.

"Grandpa, do you want me to help you?" Hill teased.

Mo Mengchen glanced lightly and advised: "I hope you look in the mirror and look at yourself, and you will see an ugly skeleton inside."

Hill is indeed very thin now, weighing only 90 kilograms at 203 cm, and has severe muscle loss and looks loose, like a middle-aged man corrupted by wine.

Hill has accepted his image, and even if wearing this short sleeve symbolizing the champion will make the whole world know how thin his body has become, he doesn't care.

There is only one thing that Hill cares about.

"I want to ask you a question, you have to answer me."

"Don't worry, if you have a ligation next time, I will do it for you personally, and I will definitely not let you suffer this crime again."

"Who told you this!?"

This guy's angry face looked very angry and looked like a middle-aged woman who came to both her aunt and menopause.

Mo Mengchen asked: "Then what are you asking, old lady?"

Hill told himself to be calm, and that if you ask about such things, you can only be now. If you ask again in the future, it will be difficult to have such a good atmosphere.

But he was very suspicious whether the atmosphere was good enough? Because the damn Mo Mengchen seemed to have returned to the past like a bastard who wanted him to bite his flesh and spit on his face.

"Serious."

Why does this middle-aged menopause woman with a handle think I am not serious?

"you say."

Hill looked at him and stared at his eyes, as if to make sure Mo Mengchen wouldn't lie - if Mo Mengchen really wanted to lie, he wouldn't be able to do anything - when he saw Mo Mengchen almost thought that this was a hidden Guy for many years and couldn't help but tell him true love, he said: "Why didn't you avoid that night?"

Mo Mengchen said, "Because I can't hide."

This is the problem.

"You said you couldn't hide, but you didn't say you couldn't hide." Hill asked, "Why didn't you hide?"

Mo Mengchen faced Grant Hill's justice-filled eyes head-on. He really thought that this look alone could make him submit?

"Of course it's for tonight's game. Look, if I don't sacrifice myself, I can't quit the battle. We don't know if these young people are really reliable. Can we let them take over with confidence - do you really think I'll say that?" Mo Mengchen suddenly changed his words and said sarcastically, "Let these little kids see the fuck Naismith!"

Hill laughed as he listened.

Based on his understanding of Mo Mengchen, the truth of this bastard is usually spoken in laughter and scolding.

"Yes, let them go to hell." Hill also learned from Mo Mengchen's words and turned around. "At the end of the game, they didn't throw me up? I'm much lighter than you now, okay?"

"These people have forgotten how my mother usually takes care of them!"

So disgusting, this person.

Before Hill was so nauseated that he vomited, Mo Mengchen walked out of the locker room and met with his teammates in the player channel. Although these people were so proud that they had imagined nine consecutive championships, they still knew who the boss was.

At such a sacred moment, they will be led by the real boss.

This has always been the case for many years.

"Eddie, Melo." Momonchen said, "You will lead tonight."

Without waiting for them to refuse or otherwise, Mo Mengchen said: "My feet hurt so I can't run any longer."

The two looked at each other, and without saying much, they ran out of the player channel together as Mo Mengchen's instructions.

The championship won by the young man is led by the young man.

Mo Mengchen and Hill were at the end of the team.

The stage for the championship has been set up, and Stern walked onto the stage sleepyly. He always thought that the Pistons dynasty would end tonight, but unfortunately, this team is an unbeaten cockroach.

After a generous speech, Stern put the O'Brien Cup in Frause's hands.

Beside Frauses stood Momonchen and Hill, who surrounded the middle of the trophy.

Next is the finals MVP.

In fact, there is no suspense. Even though Mo Mengchen only scored 10 points in the tiebreak, his average of 34 points, 7 rebounds and 7 assists per game.

The most valuable player in the finals, no suspense.

Anthony, who averaged 2775 per game and Curry, who averaged 211133 per game, gently pushed Mo Mengchen to the front.

"For twelve years, you have overcome the suffering given to you by fate."

"You are the model and benchmark for all players."

“You redefined greatness.”

"Ladies and gentlemen, the most valuable player in the 2005-2006 NBA Finals, the winner of the Bill Russell Trophy is - Dor.    Mo!"

Mo Mengchen won his seventh FMVP, but the unwilling fans did not boo.

The cheers were extremely enthusiastic.

“MVP!”

“MVP!”

“MVP!”

"Even fans who hate him to the core can't help themselves at this moment."

"The yearning and surrender for greatness has been written into our genes."
Chapter completed!