You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

The evening of December 17

Auburn Palace

In the player channel, the Pistons formed a group, and Mo Mengchen stood in the middle to prepare for training.

"Last time, we lost to the Lakers in Los Angeles. We lost that game and we couldn't even find an excuse." Mo Mengchen's eyes swept over every teammate. "They are a strong team. We need to go all out. Working together can win the game."

"Everyone wants to be worth a lot of money, but if they cannot understand that their personal achievements are based on dedication to others, they will always be worthless." Mo Mengchen said, "Only we have Value, we are worth a lot of money. Tonight, I don’t want to see anyone acting selfishly on the court."

Mo Mengchen's eyes became dangerous: "If you let me discover who is selfish..."

Hill joked: "Understood, the unnamed body under the flyover..."

After hearing the words, everyone laughed heartily.

Tonight, there are many guests at the Auburn Hills Palace.

Team owner Bill Davidson was in person, and Dura Electric’s heads, Jacques Dura, Shannon Poser, sponsors and uninvited stars.

Little Dura had already informed Mo Mengchen that he would come to watch this game.

After the death of old Dura, he took over the family business in an all-round way. Although he hadn't done much, he didn't make a loss.

"Mo, I have come to watch a game, you must win!"

Little Dura disregarded his identity and walked to the sidelines to Momengchen.

"Isn't this Jay Kun? It seems that after you took over the family business, the business is doing very well, and I still have the leisure to come here to watch the game."

A sound that made Dura's egg hurt sounded.

Little Dura looked, the man's face was sallow, his facial features were upright, his temperament was quite extraordinary, but he left a flat head that was not symmetrical to his face.

A guy like him, who always keeps a hairstyle and walks on the street will have a very high rate of turning back. He just wants to keep the most common flat head.

The 90-point value was lowered by 30 points for no reason.

When Dura saw the man, he couldn't help but yell out: "Fuck, I really want to ask the priest to baptize when I go out, so that I might not meet the disaster star!"

The man sneered: "Do you think I want to see you?"

"Looking at you, your face is not very pretty. Presumably the assets left by your old man have been ruined. When did you declare bankruptcy? I just don't have a driver yet. I think you are suitable." Little Dura Laughed.

Bill Davidson squabbled when he saw the two meet, and he was not surprised.

The heads of two of the nation's four major electrical giants gathered in Auburn Hills Palace. The team has been established for so many years, but this is the first time.

However, the relationship between these two people does not seem to be as hostile as Dura and Solon in front of the public.

The grudges of the older generation do not seem to extend to the new generation.

Poser sat on the spot like a stake, and didn't greet people. He didn't know that it was a decoration.

Mo Mengchen wanted to come over to say hello, and saw that Dura was fighting with a man whose face was not very good-looking, and he dispelled the idea.

The Lakers are already warming up. They are well-organized, strong and powerful, and they look like they want to unify the west.

Who wants to know that this team will be defeated in the playoffs in the next two seasons?

The playoffs have been swept consecutively, which is a stain that O'Neal cannot go around in his career.

Mo Mengchen is still searching for someone.

His arrival has changed part of the team history, only the Lakers are not affected, OK has been formed.

A young black man with an explosive head walked in front of Mo Mengchen for no reason. He glanced at him and said, "I may not have much playing time tonight, but you listen to me..."

Mo Mengchen didn't wait for him to finish, and turned away.

"Stop for me!" Explosive head snarled.

Mo Mengchen patted the ball gently, and the noisy sound on the scene was enough to shield the cry of the explosive head.

This is the first time Mo Mengchen and Kobe met.

At this time, Kobe was only 18 years old, and Mo Mengchen was 23 years old.

Although the two draft years are only one year apart, the latter is 5 years older than the former.

If calculated according to the age of the previous life, Mo Mengchen is regarded as a person of Jordan's generation.

He is not in the mood to talk nonsense with Kobe now, although the other party misses him and talks nonsense.

"damn it!"

Mo Mengchen gave Kobe a bad first impression.

Both parties warmed up.

The starting players are sent to the stage.

The Lakers' starters are Nick Van Exel, Eddie Jones, Byron Scott, Elden Campbell and O'Neal.

This lineup needs to be impactful and impactful, talented and talented, and scorers and scorers.

From the book, it is appropriate to reach the end of the Western Conference finals. The ghost knows how they were destroyed by the Jazz.

In order to resist O'Neill, the Pistons temporarily changed the starting lineup.

Mo Mengchen, Hill and Houston remain unchanged, while the inside starters are Ratliff and Lauderdale.

A giant with a height of 224 centimeters and a weight of 300 pounds, and a helpless man who treats a block as a poison/product.

"Prest, do you want to play in the NBA for many years?"

Mo Mengchen suddenly found Lauderdale to ask this question.

Lauderdale didn't expect that Mo Mengchen would ask him that way, he must nodded: "I think."

"Then prove to everyone that you can limit Shaq to a certain extent, and use your height and tonnage to make him play hard." Mo Mengchen said.

Lauderdale does not know what it means to limit sharks.

Because O'Neal is not the ruler of the league, shark flu has not swept the league, and the teams have not hoarded insiders to stop him.

Lauderdale did not understand this, but simply believed in Mo Mengchen.

Since Mo Mengchen said that he can limit sharks to survive in the NBA, he must try hard if he works hard.

Seeing Lauderdale, O'Neill was also shocked. The opponent's weight was heavier than him, taller, and looked more powerful.

Timidity is only a matter of moments, and the bigger guy than this is not unseen, and he has not all been obedient to him.

"It seems that you were frightened by me and actually found so many insiders!"

Shark was proud. Last season, he eliminated the Pistons in the first round of the Magic playoffs. In that series, the biggest problem with the Pistons was that the four insiders were not enough to play alone.

He was right, indeed because he lived in the offseason and greatly strengthened the inside.

To limit him tonight, even All-Star insiders like Barkley were put on the bench.

The referee stood silent in the middle, slowly lifted the ball and threw it into the air.

Game start!

"Come on!" little Dura growled.

The man next to him frowned: "What's your name?"

"Shut up, you uninvited idiot!" Little Dura said angrily.

What O'Neill didn't expect was that Lauderdale put the best jump ball performance of his life in this game, and he gave the Pistons a long time to get the opening ball.

Even Mo Mengchen had a look on his face, "So what, how to get the ball right at the start?"

"Mo!"

Houston raised his hand, he had already run to the frontcourt.

Mo Mengchen threw the ball without much thought.

"Naive idiot!"

Scott yelled and cut off Mo Mengchen's pass.

"Carefully withdraw! Be careful!"

The narrator yelled, it was not as fast as the Lakers rushed, and Scott intercepted the ball and gave it to Van Exel.

The Lakers' counterattack hit wildly and ended with Eddie Jones' three-pointer.

"Uh!"

"Wait for the nightmare to reappear, your winning streak ends here!"

For the Pistons, O'Neill has a natural psychological advantage, because last year he defeated the Pistons with magic. Although that magic is generally recognized as a dual-core, O'Neill, who has such great joy, has ignored the penny, and he stubbornly believes that he is the only core of the magic.

"I made a mistake."

Mo Mengchen said.

Then, Mo Mengchen held the ball again to advance.

Fang Cai's opening fast break was unsuccessful, Houston was unwilling, he raised a hand in the corner, activated the scalpel tactics.

If the scalpel is activated at that position, the end point is the upper left of the free throw line.

That position happens to be one of the most accurate points for Houston to vote.

It really is.

Mo Mengchen thought, raised his right hand, and approved the tactic, so the others began to move around, extremely fast, performing their duties.

But within four seconds, Houston ran out of chance, and Mo Mengchen passed it to him.

"Duang!"

Opportunity is good, but feel no favors.

It was the Lakers' counterattack.

"Go to hell, you fools!"

Fan Madman took the lead, Mo Mengchen followed, but he was too fast, the gap between the two was gradually widened.

Van Exel rushed to the penalty area and dunked his hands.

After landing, he snarled wildly: "Did these two rounds remind you of the ball last month? Bitch!"

"!#!@#..."

Wrong format~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Fans can support the team in this way.

But this can't hide the confident start of the Lakers, they made a good start of 5 to 0.

"Damn, just score a goal." Little Dura muttered.

Both Davidson and Poser take it very seriously, but the man next to Little Dura begins to be pessimistic about the Pistons. Although he holds the Pistons' season ticket, this is something from the previous generation, and he only visited the courtesy tonight That's it.

Really let him choose the team to support, he definitely supports the Lakers.

"IMHO, the Lakers' talent is far above the Pistons, this game is difficult to play." He said.

Little Dura said angrily: "You sit in this position to support the Lakers? Bill, if I were you, I can't bear it, this kind of person should let the security guards blast out!"

"It doesn't matter, I'm very happy that you can come." Davidson didn't want to get involved in the dispute between the two.

Turiu Dura stared at him.