Compared to 2

The Bulls pulled out Tianwang Mountain and won three games in a row, achieving the match point of the series.

"We're going to bring the game back."

At this time, Mo Mengchen made such a propaganda sounded a bit arrogant.

Because they were defeated by the Bulls at home, they would say goodbye to this stage as long as they lost another game.

I can't win at home. Can I win by going to the away game where I have lost to the Bulls twice in a row?

"You got the most 0 points in the team tonight. Do you think you have any other shortcomings?"

The reporter asked Mo Mengchen's pain points.

"Yes," Mo Mengchen answered him tactfully, "I can't get 60 points."

Is he blaming his teammates?

The reporters whispered that Piston's news public relations found something was wrong and quickly ended the press conference.

Frauses didn't expect Mo Mengchen to say these words in front of the reporter.

"Mo, are you okay?"

Frauses asked.

"I'm not good in any aspect." Mo Mengchen walked into the locker room, which was as quiet as a funeral home.

This is the atmosphere that should be lost.

No one dared to contact and communicate with Mo Mengchen.

He entered the shower room, took a shower, walked out, and said to Hill, "Have you thought about where to go?"

Hill asked back: "Shouldn't this be up to you?"

So Mo Mengchen walked out of the locker room, and Hill followed him out, which was puzzled by others.

"Didn't they have a fight?" Bobby Jackson asked.

Dumas asked back: "So what about quarrel?"

"Damn, I have to go have some wine, otherwise I will not be able to sleep tonight." Barkley gently kicked the small stool in front of him.

He had a lot of opinions about this stool because it was too small. Every time he sat here and listened to Frauses chanting, it was a torment from the soul.

Lor put the stool and said, "Chuck, the stool is innocent."

Seeing Lore, Barkley smiled as if he saw the rich man: "Louis, you may be the only one among us who will not be sad to lose."

Lor didn't understand why he said so: "Why?"

"You think you can't play at all, so you just need to cheer us off the court. Without personal experience, there will be no unforgettable pain. You shouldn't be as sad as us." Barkley pulled the topic more and more, "But you still made a lot of money with your dad. Should you take me to relax now?"

Lor didn't know where Barkley had cultivated this cheeky figure, and he had one thing to refute: "I may be sadder than you."

"Why?" Barkley didn't understand, "You can't get on the field at all."

Everyone in the locker room was watching Lor, except for Momonchen, Hill and several coaches, everyone else was there.

He doesn't like speeches, which is embarrassing.

"I'm sad, not just because of losing," he said, "we've gone from a perfect team to a flawed team. We're no longer perfect, we lose dominance, we're no longer the team that is invincible in the regular season. We're in big trouble. I don't know how this trouble happened. I'm sad. I'm a part of this perfect team."

"I'm sad," said Lor, "I can only stand here, just like Chuck said, I can't get on the field, I can't empathize with you, I can only sit off the field, stand here, watching the situation get worse."

The heavy feeling of losing became more obvious because of Lor's words.

Barkley wanted to drive away the stress that was added for no reason, and he shouted: "I want to go out for a drink, who will be with me?"

At this late night, Mo Mengchen has a fixed night snack place.

It's already so late, and there are not many restaurants that want to find a perfect restaurant that doesn't make people feel bored.

After three years, Mo Mengchen already had a list of "If you really have no place to go, go here."

The boss and Mo Mengchen are very familiar with each other.

He would not promote it with great fanfare just because Mo Mengchen often comes here for dinner, because this would never come again.

Their steak here is a signature brand, and there are many customers at ordinary times, so there is no need to use Mo Mengchen's name to promote it.

Therefore, the boss would rather make friends with Mo Mengchen.

"It's a pity for the evening game." The boss said regretfully.

"Two Kobe steaks, this guy's steak is prepared a little bigger. He has no strength tonight. I don't think he's full." Mo Mengchen said.

The boss had contacted Hill for the first time, and was a little cautious and asked him carefully what he had to ask.

In fact, Hill doesn't care so much about eating. He is like a pig raised in his house. He eats whatever the chef feeds him, and is not picky at all.

So Mo Mengchen believes that if he throws them into extreme environments, he will be eaten by Hill sooner or later.

Because this guy is not picky about food.

"Before you destroy my appetite, let's make it clear."

Mo Mengchen picked up the knife and fork and rubbed each other, "What's the problem?"

His actions made Hill very upset.

Don't lose your life without saying a word, that's not good. He is not married and has children.

"What do you think I have a problem?" Hill asked.

There is no one else here, and Mo Mengchen will not give him face.

Even though there were people around him, Mo Mengchen never left him a shame.

"You are timid, cowardly, and ungrateful." Mo Mengchen first said three problems that sounded bad, and then, not finished yet, "You are selfish, you are weak, you retreat."

It's not over yet, don't worry.

Mo Mengchen continued: "You are afraid of Jordan, you are afraid of Pipen, you are unwilling to accept other people's accusations."

"Your problem, I can say for half an hour, and what surprised me is that these problems suddenly broke out this year. Although you had many stinky problems before, none of them were more serious than three-pointers."

Every time Mo Mengchen chats with Hill, he talks about three-pointers.

"And now, compared to these issues, the three-pointers can only be substituted."

Mo Mengchen asked, "Now you tell me, what problems are you facing?"

This is a good opportunity, Hill can express his thoughts.

Even a person like him is difficult to express his feelings in front of others.

Mo Mengchen is very reliable and has always been.

"You think those are the problems, I don't think so." Hill said, paying attention to the changes in Mo Mengchen's expression.

No change.

He continued: "Everyone thinks you are the leader of the team. If you lead us forward, I just made a concession. A team can only have one boss."

"So, are you getting unrecognizable for this?"

Mo Mengchen tried hard to calm down, but he didn't expect Hill to be trapped by this problem.

"Do you remember what I said to you before? I had a conversation with you three years ago."

"There needs a devil around the angel."

Hill immediately thought of the conversation Mo Mengchen said.

Three years ago, Mo Mengchen, who was still a rookie, was on the court. Through his "help", Payton broke a front teeth.

After that 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 it clear, and now it seems that you didn't understand me."

Mo Mengchen said seriously: "I need you to stand in front of you to shelter you from the wind and rain. This is what you should do, and you can do the best, but what are you doing recently? You gave me what you should do. I am not God, I can't do two jobs by myself, I need your help!"

"Who is the boss, is this important?"

"You are the boss? Am I the boss? JD is the boss? Chuck is the boss?"

Mo Mengchen said softly: "I hope one day, if I encounter trouble like you, you can scold me on the spot; if I can't cheer you up tonight, it means I'm not doing enough."

"The bulls are strong, and we are not weak either."

"But, if it weren't for you," Mo Mengchen saw the waiter bringing the steak over, "We can't win."

The steak came up, with a fresh and tender color. Even if Hill ruined Mo Mengchen's appetite, the Kobe steak, which was full of color, fragrance and flavor, made him regain his appetite.

He holds a fork in one hand and a knife in the other.

"I need you to stand by me, not hide behind me."
To be continued...