Mo Mengchen played for 18 minutes and scored 6 points, 4 rebounds and 5 assists in an understatement.

This is a relatively normal playing time. Most teams will not let the main players play for too long in the preseason, but Mo Mengchen's situation is a bit special.

According to statistics, there were more than 10,000 spectators for Mo Mengchen, and they expressed dissatisfaction with Mo Mengchen's playing time.

According to reliable news, the three most common sentences these fans said at the end of the game were "The garbage team, don't let Ethan play more!", "Will your salary be deducted when Ethan plays more games? A bunch of pig tricks!", "I don't know who you want to see the most?"

The innocently squirted Frauses had to seriously explain the reason why Mo Mengchen had less playing time in front of the reporter: "Some fans may not understand the purpose of the preseason. I understand that our task in the preseason is to select the most suitable rotation and substitute for the team, so the starting players will be appropriately reduced."

Can this statement satisfy people? Of course, it cannot.

Frauses' tolerance will only make them more and more presumptuous.

In the end, Mo Mengchen had to deal with these bastards.

To the reporter, Mo Mengchen said without any concealment: "I hope that some fans who came to the scene to watch my game can abide by the order of the scene and be a civilized and polite good fan. This is my greatest support. If you can't do it, it's better to turn on the TV and watch the live broadcast at home, which is also my support."

All you need to say is, has the problem been solved?

No.

This was not solved by Mo Mengchen saying a few words in front of the reporter.

In the next three games, these people still do their own thing. The only advantage of their various behaviors is to do good for Mo Mengchen, but they just do bad things with good intentions.

In all four preseason games, the Pistons won and averaged 18 points per game, which was extremely powerful.

They also made fans realize for the first time how terrifying the depth of the lineup is.

The fifteenth man who the Pistons finally chose to leave was named Steve Henson, a 180-centimeter white defender. If nothing unexpected happens, he will basically be unable to play.

He needs to compete with Bobby Jackson and Dumas for his job.

Jackson has now firmly taken the first round. As a meritorious veteran, Dumas still has a guaranteed time for garbage no matter how he degenerates.

Unless there is an injury to the piston, it is difficult for Henson to have a chance to emerge.

After the preseason of Casino, all Pistons returned to Detroit on a special plane. They will rest for five days at home and then usher in the first game of the new season.

Along the way, Mo Mengchen's mood was very complicated.

Ephraim and his neighbors must have known about Ethan's affairs, and they will inevitably keep asking questions about how to answer and how to eliminate their curiosity on the spot, these are all things Momonchen needs to consider.

After getting off the plane, Mo Mengchen hadn't figured out this problem clearly.

Medela has been waiting outside the airport for a long time.

Mo Mengchen put down his luggage and left hand in the passenger seat.

Medela turned around and headed towards Galritton's apartment.

"Have the security guards settled?"

"In addition to retaining the original old security guards, thirty new security guards have also been recruited. Most of them are retired soldiers, a few are retired boxers, and a few captains have no fighting experience, but they have a strong sense of crisis, a flexible mind, and a meticulous mind." Medela knew how much Mo Mengchen attached to this matter, and explained it in detail.

After hearing what she said, Mo Mengchen felt a little relieved.

Compared with the neighbors' verbal problems, this is a more urgent problem.

Dor.mo lives in Galritton Apartment, which is no secret to Detroit.

Although Mo Mengchen is a player, he is not very famous when he leaves Detroit, and it is different now.

He is Ethan.

In order to get close to him, fanatical fans are willing to do anything, and some malicious people will also approach him. Mo Mengchen even considered moving, but he is used to living in Galritton's apartment.

But how to ensure the safety and peace of Galritton apartment? This is a question.

He hopes that his life can be like the past.

It’s a pity that life can never come back.

Dor.mo is a very powerful NBA player;

Ethan is a popular singer in the United States.

Entering the street where Galritton Apartment is located, Mo Mengchen glanced at it and the bonus was one kilometer.

He suddenly had an idea, if he bought all the supermarkets, houses and factories near Galritton, and hired a large number of ordinary people with experience in joining the army, he would let them live in and live normally like ordinary people...

This feeling is particularly like a spy movie, with bodyguards like agents lurking among the people with special missions.

It's a pity that it's not very operational.

In a blink of an eye, Medela had already driven her car to the parking lot.

Mo Mengchen dragged his luggage back to the apartment, and the old security guard greeted him as usual. They were very calm. At their age, they no longer cared whether Mo Mengchen was a doctor or a singer.

Mo Mengchen returned to 250, took a shower immediately, and then lay on the bed like a corpse.

Nearly two months away from home, the bed he missed the most was this one besides Ephraim.

He doesn't want to go anywhere now.

Today happens to be the weekend, Ephraim Breakfast Day, which is actually her chef's day. Generally, as long as Mo Mengchen is at home, she will cook in person.

Finally Momonchen would join Adrian, smiling and bloodied Ephraim's well-cooked supper.

But tonight, Ephraim was entangled around Momonchen and kept complaining; "Why don't you tell me you are Ethan?"

"Why did Amiel know before me?"

"Why should I hide it from everyone?"

"How many little secrets do you have that only Amier knows?"

This section was unexpected by Mo Mengchen. He had a phone call with Ephraim on the night he announced the news. Ephraim on the phone was very calm, but he was not as jealous as he is now.

Maybe she had a conversation with Medela later, and the woman with a pig head accidentally revealed the incident.

Maybe it's a little different from the truth, but it's definitely not much different.

Momchen hugged Ephraim tightly and said softly: "No matter what others call me, by your side, I am Momchen."

"But...I hope the first person to know these secrets is me." Ephraim whispered.

"Amil is my assistant. She will always be the first to know some things, but I promise you that if there is such a thing in the future, I will notify you in advance." Mo Mengchen said softly.

Ephraim was not an unreasonable woman. Mo Mengchen was so humble, and the jealousy in her heart slowly dissipated: "You are Ethan, this is too crazy!"

"Ethan, can I ask you for an autograph?" Ephraim's cheek was facing up, "I'm your big fan."

"Sorry, I'm a bad singer and I like to eat tofu from super fans the most." Momonchen's lips approached Ephraim and said softly, "I'm going to sign my name on your lips, your chest, your ... where life is born."

The two kissed passionately, untied their belts, and they had only limbs, but they were entangled with each other like octopus, and the scorching **tight bond was tightly combined, like a dream.

The next day, Mo Mengchen discovered that there were many people in the apartment.

Needless to say, it must be a fanatical fan.

How can we make these people give up?

Mo Mengchen didn't hide it, he walked out openly, and the bodyguards around him separated the fans who wanted to get close to him.

He stopped and calmed everyone down.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I want to say that it is not worth it. You have put in time and energy, but you have not received the same reward. I hate you doing this."

"Why? This is why I was unwilling to disclose my identity at the beginning. I wanted to live a peaceful life. I had a lot of things to do every day, but if you were by my side, I could do nothing."

"You all know that I am a doctor besides playing basketball and singing. There is nothing to do today. I have time to talk here, but if a patient has an emergency and I am trapped by you, it will have irreparable consequences."

"So, I beg you to stop doing this, because you will not receive any reward. Finally, I still want to thank you for your love, but this love is a bit too heavy for me to bear."

Medela took Mo Mengchen's words all the way back, and after that, she would send the video to major media, and they knew what to do.

Once this video spreads, except for the hopelessly despicable despair, most people should be restrained.

After Mo Mengchen said that, the fans at the scene were a little at a loss.

Before they could react, Mo Mengchen got into Medela's car and quickly left.

"Have you recorded it all?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"Yeah." Medela nodded.

Mo Mengchen said in a deep voice: "Spread this video with the greatest strength!"

These fans of the Japanese Dog have seriously affected his daily life.
Chapter completed!