February 17, a rare off-season day.

For Mo Mengchen, the real offseason is not going away, nor is he going to go to the next away game, rather than simply not having any games on the same day.

Sometimes, the journey to and from the away game is more boring than the game itself.

Starting today, in the next five days, the Pistons will play two games at home.

In this short and powerless season, such a schedule is rare.

This morning, Barkley came uninvited and claimed that he would make him a delicious weight loss meal.

Mo Mengchen saw the fat man smiling and thought nothing good. He took Barkley to the kitchen and asked while making breakfast: "You should have other things to do in your life besides losing weight, right?"

"Haha, I'm really embarrassed about this."

I can't tell, Mo Mengchen really can't tell what's wrong with this fat man. Isn't this about to come out?

"Don't be embarrassed, just say it." Mo Mengchen put the lid of the pot and turned around and listened carefully to Barkley's next words.

"I'll say something about you next, you have to tell me the authenticity of the information, and then I can tell you what's next," Barkley said.

Still have information about me?

Mo Mengchen nodded and agreed.

Barkley then said: "According to information, your surgery schedule today is from 9 a.m. to 1. noon, right?"

Mo Mengchen nodded and another question arose, where did this fat man get the information?

"And you have nothing else to do in the afternoon, so you'll be in training, right?"

Mo Mengchen continued to nod: "Please ask the question faster, I'm a little impatient."

"OK."

Anyway, it was the last question - "You had nothing else to do at night, so you booked the Rose Cinema and prepared to date Ephraim. Is that true?"

"Damn you know this?" Mo Mengchen picked up the lid of the pot and pointed it straight at Barkley's head, "Who told you? What do you mean?"

The lid of the pot was dripping water down due to the steam. With Mo Mengchen's bad behavior on the field, Barkley did not doubt whether this guy would greet him on his head.

"Don't be excited, are there any major secrets in this information? I just asked it casually."

"I want to hear who leaked my intelligence behind my back."

Seeing that Barkley didn't say it clearly, he would definitely have no chance to ask Mo Mengchen for helping him.

"Your surgery in the hospital, I called and asked. The hospital usually has surgery arrangements from doctors. I pretended to be a patient, and they casually revealed your surgery plan to me without carefully reviewing it."

These incompetent temporary workers!

"I don't know what you have to do during the afternoon training, so I asked you and you told me the answer."

Barkley finally said: "As for the date tonight, don't you have a little assistant named Aaron Bennett? This guy has always wanted to collect signatures from all the Pistons. I promised to help him do this, and he revealed the news to me. It seems that it is the Rose Cinema he bought for you, right?"

Mo Mengchen was so angry that he pulled off the lid of the pot: "I can't spare that bastard!"

Barkley smiled and said, "It's time to talk about me now."

"What's the matter?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"Do you still remember the light of the city?"

Mo Mengchen remembers that they were so cruel that they were pissed off by the Red Wings.

"I remember this activity was over," Mo Mengchen said.

"It's over, but it doesn't prevent us from having a private appointment. Who the hell said that this game is a decisive victory? We and the Red Wings are in trouble!"

Is this necessary to actively intensify the conflict? Well done, Chuck.

This is probably what the top executives of the two teams want to see the most. The team is causing trouble and the fans are in a high mood, which will definitely stimulate a wave of sales of the team's peripherals and jerseys.

Mo Mengchen turned off the fire and the breakfast was out of the pot.

He said: "I guess your second contract is tonight, and you want to invite me together."

Barkley nodded heavily: "Yes, this is related to the face of all of us. You are the team's number one star, how can you miss it?"

"I enjoyed it when you say I am the number one star, but I am a modest person. The number one star is Grant, you have to find him."

"He agreed!"

"What else is there?"

"You can't be without you, mom is too gentle!" Barkley would never forget how humble Hill was when he participated in the event. The fans at the scene all made their ancestors fuck. Devil Mountain was still raising his hands to greet him like a leader inspecting the construction site. He was nicknamed Duke nerd by the Red Wings.

Mo Mengchen said, "But I have a date."

Barkley said: "Do you have to stay in the cinema and watch those shit movies? Life is the most exciting movie, every moment is, without starting over, you can't go backwards!"

Just because this fat man could say such a reasonable thing, Mo Mengchen couldn't help but ask: "What should I compare to tonight?"

“Table football!”

Barkley said: "We must kill them this time!"

These people are so childish that they are unbearable!

Mo Mengchen originally wanted to refuse to come, but when he heard it was a table football: "Time, place."

Mo Mengchen knew nothing about football, but he liked table football very much. When he was bored in his previous life, he liked to play with colleagues, especially at playing while squirting trash talk. There was no way to like Bird, and he raised any kind of fans he would - in the end, he was in Dugu Qiubai in the hospital.

Barkley didn't know if Mo Mengchen could be table football, but if Mo Mengchen participated, everyone would have a clear idea.

This feeling is very strange, I can't tell why.

Afterwards, Barkley praised Mo Mengchen's breakfast and muttered that he would come to Galritton's apartment to eat and drink every day. Mo Mengchen said on the spot that the idle people were not allowed to enter.

Seeing Barkley eating uncontrollably, it would be strange if the weight loss effect is good.

Barkley is becoming more and more casual about losing weight. Mo Mengchen remembers that he is not like this. If he didn't come to the Pistons, but joined the Rockets, history is consistent with the original one. Although the Rockets withdrew from the championship, there is no problem in ensuring a playoff spot.

Barkley is also stable, not like now, let alone, he can't compete with Jerome Williams in the Pistons.

With this body thickness, it is all about retirement.

"I remember your contract is still two years?" Mo Mengchen suddenly mentioned this.

Barkley stuttered with low energy but he could eat seven or eight vegetarian burgers in one meal: "Yeah, it's due next year."

"If you want to take a few more years, I advise you not to eat like this." Mo Mengchen took a few casual bites.

But Barkley wanted to express his freedom in front of Mo Mengchen: "Ha, a player as successful as me is at this age. What else can I pursue? How many more years does it take? I don't want to do it at all."

"Such a successful player?"

Barkley had a premonition of the energy ahead.

"How many rings do you have?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Barkley found that Mo Mengchen, the bastard, was getting more and more similar to Jordan, and he was chatting well, and suddenly he talked about the ring.

Jordan said it would be fine if he said this, but he had six rings in his hand. How many of them do you have?

Not just like me, although Buck has played more than a dozen seasons than him.

The second round between the Pistons and Red Wings soon spread, and some media joked about the game as "a millionaire playing a kid-like game."

Mo Mengchen had a simple operation, half an hour earlier than the expected ending time of the operation.

The person in charge of the operation report was still Angeli Griffith, who was listless and obviously still worried about Lorenta Poser's surgery not calling her.

Momonchen was in the office, preparing to have lunch with Seavers, but Dura, who was far away in New York, called him at this time and informed him that there would be a business party in Detroit next month, so that he would definitely attend.

"Why bring me with you businessmen?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"Do you think I don't know the little moves you are doing behind the scenes? Just participate well, there is no harm. I'll take you to have fun!"

Little Dura looked like she wouldn't let Mo Mengchen refuse.

Mo Mengchen was about to refuse, but this rude rich second generation hung up the phone in advance.

"Unquality bastard!" Mo Mengchen cursed.
Chapter completed!