Pistons advanced to the finals night.

They returned to their home court and did not allow the Pacers to bring the game back.

116 to 111

This is a will-test game. The Pistons, who have endured countless challenges, finally defeated the Pacers with their experience.

Tonight, the main characters of the stage are not Momonchen and Hill, but Anthony and Curry.

Today happened to be Anthony's regular season MVP crowning night. He did not disappoint the sublimation brought by glory. He defeated the Pacers with an exciting large triple-double and led the Pistons to advance to the finals for nine consecutive years.

"Please convince him to fight for another ten years no matter what, he can do it."

When Mo Mengchen was interviewing on the spot, Curry came over and snatched a shot.

Although it was a joke, it must be a bit of his truth.

After he disturbed this, even the reporters on the scene changed the question: "Is this season really your last season?"

Mo Mengchen asked back: "Why do you ask that?"

"You can still play 82 regular season games, averaged 17 points, 6 rebounds and 8 assists per game, and your performance in the playoffs went a step further. Not to count tonight, you can average 20 points, 7 rebounds and 7 assists per game." The reporter said, "Most people think that if you go to a team that can give you full freedom, you can also play an average of 2,588."

I don't deny this.

"Are you encouraging me to join other teams?" Mo Mengchen immediately turned the topic aside.

The reporter knew that he had made a mistake and quickly corrected: "No, it's just an example, I don't mean that."

"I think so." Mo Mengchen didn't make things difficult for him. "I tend to retire after the end of the season. This is not the final decision. After the season, I will sit down and stay with my family and discuss it."

The interview ended and Mo Mengchen walked towards the player channel.

"Discuss with your family?" Hill smiled, "Are you serious?"

He has become accustomed to talking to Mo Mengchen all the way after every game, and they can share their own good and bad things.

He really couldn't imagine Mo Mengchen's appearance not in the team.

When chatting, walking becomes very fast;

When you hope that certain moments will come slowly, time will playfully accelerate, which will make you fear and uneasy.

Mo Mengchen and Hill walked outside the locker room.

They entered the locker room together, and apart from the rookie, few people were excited to reach the finals, something they had been doing for nine years, just like eating and sleeping.

Frauses entered the locker room, said a few words, allowing everyone to rest well and disband on the spot.

Mo Mengchen took a shower and walked alone to the stadium. Medela had been waiting in the car for a long time.

Medela was about to drive home, but Mo Mengchen said: "Go to the North Street in the city."

When she heard this place name, Medela hesitated for a moment, as if thinking about what this place was. Soon she remembered and started the car calmly.

These days, Mo Mengchen can be sure that Medela must have known some things, but she has never spoken on her own initiative, as if she wants to keep the secret in her heart forever.

As he was about to retire, Mo Mengchen had to consider the future on the one hand, and also deal with the matter between him and Medela.

He could drag it on, Medela couldn't, she was no longer young.

Momonchen asked Medela to drive her car to the door of Severth's house.

He didn't want to hide it anymore, so he asked Medela to wait in the car, got out of the car alone, took out the key from his body, opened the door, and walked in.

Mo Mengchen came without telling him, which surprised Siphus.

Dr. Mo, who thought there was no interest, suddenly wanted to "change his taste" today, just as she wanted to be more charming.

However, there was no trace of affection on Mo Mengchen's face.

"If you are visiting Monica, I'm sorry to tell you that she's asleep." Seavers said helplessly, "It's hard for her to finish a game where you only play 20 minutes."

Mo Mengchen sat on the sofa and said, "Is that so? That's good."

Siphus thought Mo Mengchen was playing hard to get, so he took the initiative: "So, is Dr. Mo coming to me?"

"Unless you have a third person in your family."

"I was so nervous in the playoffs, and you can still think of me, which really touched me." Siphus leaned gently on Mo Mengchen's shoulder and said with some blame, "But if you want to come, you don't call first, I'm not prepared at all..."

Mo Mengchen asked, "Have you decided on what Monica said before?"

Siphus saw that Dr. Mo didn't want to change his taste tonight, and he might not even want to take off his clothes.

She also regained her seriousness, sat beside Mo Mengchen and said, "I hope to make Monica happy, but I don't know where I can realize my own value after leaving Saint Lucifer."

She has always been a workaholic, and Monica may have changed part of her view of life, but it is by no means all.

"What you call value is to live your life in Saint Lucifer?" Mo Mengchen mocked, "It's really ambition."

Siphus heard that he was blackening himself again, and pinched his cheek angrily, "Then, where should I live my life?"

"What matters is not where, but what do you want to do? If your wish is to live in Saint Lucifer, I certainly have no objection." Mo Mengchen told her, "If you have other goals, or something you want to do but can't do, I may not be able to provide professional advice, but I can provide enough funds... You and Monica are my family, and your business is mine."

A man who never said much love words suddenly said so much, which is really touching.
Chapter completed!