It may not be a bad thing to end a winning streak in Indiana, Mo Mengchen just doesn't want to lose.

He knew that there was no team that won every battle. The regular season was so long that no matter how strong the team was, they would always lose some games.

On the way back to the hotel, the atmosphere on the bus was like a funeral home.

No one dares to speak.

Even if Mo Mengchen said nothing, just sitting there silently put a lot of pressure on his teammates.

The next day, all Pistons returned to Detroit.

Next, there were four consecutive home games, and the opponents' strength was uneven, including strong teams like the Heat and the Lakers, as well as weak teams like the Cavaliers and the Clippers.

That night, Mo Mengchen didn't go anywhere and stayed at home.

Ephraim is repeatedly watching the third season of Friends, the season when Ross and Rachel break up. Every time she analyzes who is right and who is wrong with the two breaking up.

Judging from the cause of the breakup, Ross definitely has to take the blame, but from the overall perspective, both of them are wrong. One is a silk man and the other deserves to break up!

Mo Mengchen was not in a good mood today, and his failure yesterday was still bothering him.

He walked back to his room and saw a note, which was the summary of last season.

Mo Mengchen picked up the notes and checked them out. He turned to the end. This was a page that every Pistons fan was unwilling to review.

Last season's Eastern Conference Finals, he lost with one goal.

Mo Mengchen was unwilling to review, but he happened to be in a bad mood now and was not afraid of adding insult to injury. Perhaps he could use this to fight the poison with poison.

Mo Mengchen watched the technical statistics of the Eastern Conference Finals.

Except for him, the performance of the Pistons has significantly declined, among which Hill and Houston are the most obvious.

Hill was targeted by the Bull, and his emotions also had problems, which is understandable.

What about Houston?

Mo Mengchen suddenly thought of this question.

Houston averaged only single digits in the Eastern Conference Finals, far below his average.

If he had one or two games, he might have defeated the Bulls.

Why did he experience such a big decline?

Jordan beat him up and was defending him to death? This is impossible. Although Jordan is very strong, he would not have beaten Houston to this point.

Thinking of this, Mo Mengchen walked to the storage room and took out the video tape of the Eastern Division GA7.

"Mengdu, what is that?"

"The game video." Mo Mengchen asked. "Do you want to watch it together?"

Ephraim was also tired of seeing Ross and Rachel falling in love and fighting each other, so he took out the disc angrily: "Let's watch the game."

As a result, what Mo Mengchen saw was the Eastern Conference G7, which broke her heart once.

"Why do you have to watch this?" asked Ephraim.

Mo Mengchen said: "Because I still have some questions."

Like every Pistons fan, Ephraim was unwilling to review this game. It was a heartbreaking game. Mo Mengchen tried his best but lost with one goal. The efforts of the whole season were shattered here, and they were only one step away from the finals.

"Wouldn't you be angry when watching this game?" Ephraim asked.

"I've put it down."

He said so, but Ephraim could not see where he had let go.

He played the game video at 15 times the speed, and finally came a round - that round, Alan Houston actively ran, and from the picture, he ran out of the opportunity.

Mo Mengchen immediately recalled the scene at that time.

He ran out of the opportunity, but there was no way to pass the ball at that position. The ambush beside him and his position were too problematic. If you pass the ball, the chance of making mistakes is very high.

Mo Mengchen didn't pass the ball.

The picture cuts to Houston's face.

Just now, Momonchen and Ephraim could see his reaction.

He ran out of the opportunity but got no pass.

"He was very frustrated." Ephraim was a lawyer. She had to fight with the other party's lawyer, prosecutor and jury every day. She had to read everyone's expressions and psychological reactions. "It can be seen that he was very frustrated at the time."

Yes, I finally got rid of Jordan, but I didn't pass the ball.

Then, Mo Mengchen continued to release it quickly.

Houston is still running in the next round.

He still worked very hard. This time Jordan defended him to death, and he could not escape the opportunity.

The cycle was repeated, and he gradually disappeared on the field. Although he was moving, he lacked vitality and could not run wildly like he had just happened.

The depression affected his actions.

Mo Mengchen pressed to pause.

"What's wrong?" Ephraim asked.

"I have always avoided making mistakes and wanted to play perfect tactics. In my opinion, a zero-turnover game is a perfect manifestation."

Mo Mengchen replayed it when he saw the opportunity because he was worried about a mistake and did not pass the ball.

"What if I pass the ball?"

Ephraim cannot understand.

"If I pass the ball, I will make a mistake," Mo Mengchen said. "And what should I do?"

He talked to himself.

Too perfect, it is imperfect.

Mo Mengchen asked, "You have seen our training, what do you think of me?"

"Do you want to hear the truth?" Ephraim asked with a smile.

Mo Mengchen looked at her motionlessly.

Ephraim said: "You may be too harsh on them, and sometimes a little gentle can solve the problem."

Mo Mengchen took out the DVD video tape.

Walking to the balcony, looking at the sky without stars and without moons, clouds obscured the stars in the sky, and his thoughts drifted back to the Eastern Conference Finals.

He doesn't want to make mistakes, doesn't want to make mistakes, and he wants to reduce risks every time he attacks.

Mo Mengchen discovered that he had always considered the game, and he had never truly understood his teammates around him.

They are humans, not machines.

Human beings are not constant beasts, human hearts are always changing.

If he passed the ball to Alan Houston at that time, even if he made a mistake, he could use this mistake to let Houston know that he ran out of the opportunity and did a good job, because his pass made a mistake, and then continue to work hard next time.

Mo Mengchen didn't do this at that time. He wanted to control everything, and in the end he achieved perfection alone, which also caused an irreparable collapse of his teammates' mentality.

"Don't you think it's cold outside?"

Ephraim asked.

Mo Mengchen returned to the room and whispered: "I didn't know until today that I made a serious mistake."

"Will it be too late to know now?" Ephraim asked.

"Hope not." Mo Mengchen said.

The next day

Henry Ford Training Center.

I lost the night before yesterday, and the training this afternoon is relatively simple because I have to play against the Cavaliers in the evening.

Momonchen looked for Louis Lorby to shoot.

The limit is fifty goals, Mo Mengchen only uses his left hand to shoot, and whoever scores fifty goals first will win.

The bet is $100,000.

A hundred million US dollars is just a small amount of money for Lore. Although he received the basic salary, he made a lot of money with Mo Mengchen and made with the Beizhe ball. He can definitely be said to be the richest basic salary player in NBA history.

Mo Mengchen easily won the game.

Lor happily signed a check of $100,000: "Why can your left hand be so accurate?"

"Don't ask, you're too bad. We all know Dad's style." Alan Houston, who was watching the show next to him, laughed.

Mo Mengchen glanced at him and sneered: "Why did the person who scored 11 on the night before yesterday that he had the nerve to sit there and rest?"

"Let him go through what was gone, and life must continue."

Since Houston got involved with the theater, he spoke more elegantly. Mo Mengchen hadn't heard him get so rough for several days, and was a little uncomfortable.
To be continued...