You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

Last season's chief assistant Joe Lynch left the Pistons coaching staff.

The person who replaced him was Mark Jones, who had many years of teaching assistant experience and followed many famous coaches in college basketball, but the reason he took the position of chief teaching assistant was entirely because of the Grahams president of the basketball operations of the Pistons. For the sake of Tom Senna.

Collins and Senna had some points of difference in running the team. Collins made another seemingly mindless deal during the offseason, which gave Senna the opportunity to attack him on the board.

Collins is also not a wild child that no one loves or loves. The upper class has its own supporters to speak for him. All Senna can do is just insert a heart.

In addition to Lynch, there was also John Sella, the assistant coach who tuned the offense.

The departure of two assistants did not damage the strength of the coaching staff, because they added five assistants in the offseason in one go.

One of the assistants even took the runner-up with the talented Pistons.

The faction of the coaching staff is distributed, and the upper-level battles have little to do with the players.

Unless you want to intervene in the team.

Unfortunately, Mo Mengchen is such a person.

Such a large staff change must have been the result of many contests. During Lynch's tenure, he did his due diligence. Many people believe that if Collins leaves, he is likely to be the successor of the head coach, and now he is directly kicked.

"Yes, doctor, how do you look sick?"

Long time no see, Hill came to say hello.

Mo Mengchen glanced at him and said, "You look fat and chubby."

"I am fat." Hill is just a little chubby, and his figure is excellent.

Is it fat? How dare you say it.

Mo Mengchen smiled lightly: "Really? Coincidentally, I am morbidly beautiful."

"You are so beautiful!" Hill said.

"One another." Mo Mengchen asked. "What's the situation?"

Hill thought that Mo Mengchen was shocked by such a big change, so he introduced: "Mark Jones, Joe's successor, the current chief assistant, I don't know him, I heard it was introduced by Mr. President; Zina. Don’t get me wrong, McLean. She’s not the cheerleader. She’s our new assistant coach and hand-picked by the coach. Avin Gentry, who seems to be the assistant coached by the team from San Antonio, is said to have a very good training offense; Matt Lauria, John’s successor, and now the offensive coach; Adam Frasses, a teaching assistant from the University of Kansas, the only assistant who joined the coaching staff through an interview, is that he took our Summer League wing Hitting the second place is really amazing."

It's really amazing to have such a result in the summer league with Kobe, Iverson, Marbury, Nash and Real Allen.

Mo Mengchen glanced at Frauss more. He was very young, unlike a teaching assistant, but like a young man who had just graduated from college and had longed for this sinister society.

It is said that the obese figure makes people look older, but it does not apply to him.

He is fat and has a large waist. He has the same fat face as UZI, but he looks cute, smiles and is very kind. From the outside, he is a very kind person.

But the biting dog does not bark, and the cannibal tiger loves to laugh. Who knows whether this guy is really harmless to humans and animals or a monster with a knife in his smile

"Why are you here?"

"Joke, can't I be here?"

"Yes, I will have elbows every day, very good."

"You **** elbow, let me try?"

Barkley is about to come up with a tragic story that says elbows and we are elbows. Jerome Williams stopped him: "Chuck, we are in the same team now, and we are all in the same family. ."

"Rookie, who do you think you are talking to? My **** and sausage mouth are having fun!" Buckley said angrily, "Spread me!"

Barkley and Kenny Smith, the two who will become the most classic commentary partners in the history of TNT in the future, are now making teammates by mistake.

"Who plays with you, you brainless Alabama fat hog get away!" Smith said disgustedly.

Mo Mengchen turned his eyes and saw Dumas' position.

Rick Mahon asked Dumars about the team's situation. He had been away for a long time. Only Dumas was the only brother to play together.

Although Bill Lambert and Rodman were the most notorious people of the Bad Boys, the one who did the most bad things and fought the most was Mahon.

He is the head of the Bad Boys, fighting the first one, doing bad things, letting go of the tricks. In that era, every team playing with the Pistons must consider how to arrange Mahon.

Because Lambier only finds a way to get rid of you when he is forced to be impatient, and Mahon is planning to get rid of any opponent as soon as he plays.

"That Australian guy really said so well you?"

Old friends are naturally happy to meet, but Ma Hong is not happy that Dumas blows Mo Mengchen into the sky.

Ma Hong's vision is high, Dumas understands.

After all, he is a person who has experienced Jabal, Devil Bird, and Jordan. Who hasn't seen him? Now in Dumas's mouth, this man sounds like a god, as if it were a magic bird.

"He is definitely better than me." Dumas said.

Ma Hongqing hummed: "Is it good or not, just know a few games, you better not bragging."

Mo Mengchen walked towards them. Although he and Ma Hong had no personal relationship, the other party was after all a Pistons guy.

"Hello, Rick."

Mo Mengchen reached out his hand.

"Boy, we will not come here."

Ma Hong took Mo Mengchen's hand and pulled it-Mo Mengchen felt like something sucked himself up. Half a second later, Ma Hong's body hit him.

He completed the meeting etiquette for black people.

He hated this etiquette, because compared to shaking hands, such a chest collision caused a larger body contact area, and his mother was dirty.

"The next time you shake hands." Mo Mengchen reiterated.

Mahon asked: "I heard that you killed a front tooth of Gary Payton on the field?"

"It can't be said that I killed it, it seemed that I was bad, that was an accident, but I was happy with this accident," Mo Mengchen did not deny that he knew that the most fond of villains like Mahon were those who dared to fight back on the court Bad guy, "He deserves it."

Ma Hong grinned: "Very well, no matter if you have real skills, as long as you are tough enough on the court, I will cover you!"

"Thank you, but I will solve the problem myself." Mo Mengchen nodded to Dumas and turned to other places.

After Mo Mengchen left, Dumas kept blinking at Mahon: Am I right?

That's what he meant.

Ma Hong laughed out loud: "At least one thing is correct, this guy is really stinky."

"Must, he said that this is his biggest shortcoming." Dumas said with a smile.

Ben Wallace looked at the training hall. There were a lot of people, a lot of high-end Malaysians, and one was especially big.

Is this serious? He is too...

Big Ben stared at the giant in front of him, some could not believe it.

He said, "Hello, my name is Ben Wallace, and I have a height of 208 cm..." When he reported this height, he blushed, because even a blind man can see that he has absolutely no 208 The height of the centimeter does not count the height of the shoes.

"I play center." Wallace said.

The funny thing is that the giant in front of him, who is much taller and thicker than him, said: "My name is Prest Lauderdale. I have a height of 224 cm. I also play center."

"Hello there..."

"Hello there."

"Hello."

One person interrupted their communication.

They looked at it together, and the person coming was Mo Mengchen.

If anyone else in this training camp surprised Mo Mengchen, then this person must be Lauderdale, such a high height, such a large weight, if the technology is good, it must be a great killer.

He did not leave any traces in the NBA, indicating that his problem is very big.

But no matter what the problem is, as long as such physical conditions can be used properly and face a specific opponent for ten minutes, the energy he can emit is very impressive.

Mo Mengchen thought about it a few years later.

Neither Wallace nor Lauderdale spoke because they did not know what to say.

Mo Mengchen did not speak, because he was thinking about something else.

In this way, three people face to face for ten seconds, no one spoke.

"You can call me Mo~www.wuxiaspot.com~, you can also call me Dor.Mo, you can even call me a doctor, don't be too deliberate, I look forward to fighting alongside you."

Mo Mengchen's first impression on Wallace and Lauderdale was friendliness.

This fact shocked them, because Mo Mengchen was never a friendly person, they soon knew.

Mo Mengchen and his new teammates met and said a few words to let themselves know them and let them know themselves.

With the training center noisy, Doug Collins looked at such a scattered army and couldn't help but be confused about the upcoming new season.

This team has young leaders, strong trump cards, top shooters, pre-aged superstars, beaters, substitutes, depth, and a new coaching staff.

If coached properly, they should become an emerging force in the east.

Collins's eyes swept over everyone's face. He hoped that the gang would calm himself down. He stood here and waited for them to calm down.

Ten minutes later, there was still no sign of silence, and Collins's patience was exhausted.

The noise of Barkley and Smith made everyone forget that today is a serious training camp opening day.

In the end, Collins called out: "Quiet!"

"I hope that it is not a group of idiots who do not know what to do next before me!"

Collins shouted loudly: "We reached the first round last season. The goal of this season should be more ambitious, but it is impossible for you to achieve this goal like this. You don't want to go to the battlefield at all!"

"When I stand here, there can only be one voice in the audience. You better remember this!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Mengchen, Barkley, Smith and Mahon rolled their eyes.