On November 17th, before the game, the Pistons simply held a small ring awarding ceremony for Mo Wen.

"Let's thank this lad again for his service to Detroit, and cheer guys!"

In the stadium, Mo Wen raised his hand on the championship ring and waved it, and there were sparse applause and scattered cheers around the palace in Auburn Hills, and his name was mentioned, and the atmosphere on the scene was similar to that night five months ago.

The Detroit people's passion has long been diluted by time, and while they will still talk about the title in front of others, more eyes are on the next trophy.

Now the players on the Pistons are their favorite

What's more, the contradiction between Mo Wen and Lao Shuai has been unearthed by various big media and small newspapers, and it is very undignified to be placed in front of the stage.

After hugging the Pistons staff one by one, Mo Wen came to Larry Brown.

Before the palms of the two of them touched, they invariably pulled back.

Mo Wen smiled lightly and didn't say anything, just turned his head and hugged his brothers from last season.

When he walked in front of Billups, Mo Wen directly strangled his neck fiercely.

"I'm not going to keep my hand tonight."

"That's right, everyone is looking forward to your performance."

After saying that, the two slapped each other's backs fiercely.

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Looking at Mo Wen's ring that was passed on by everyone, O'Neill wanted to maintain a free and easy attitude, but after holding it for a long time, he still found that he couldn't let go.

"Mind showing me?"

O'Neill's big hand rested on Mo Wen's shoulder.

"Whatever."

Mo Wen shrugged his shoulders and motioned for the ring to be with Wade.

Sensing O'Neill's gaze, Wade reluctantly handed the ring to O'Neill,

The Pistons' championship ring is quite ... The plain, gold-polished band is complemented by a diamond-embellished and yellow diamond band that makes up the Pistons name and O'Brien Cup.

High emotional intelligence said: This ring incorporates a simple style and blue-collar temperament; Low EQ: Students are better than this.

"One thing to say, Mo, this ring is much uglier than the three made by the Lakers."

Holding the ring, O'Neill said a little sourly.

"It's okay, anyway, I don't just take this one ring in this life."

Mo Wen said indifferently, this tone made the eyelids of the Heat players who heard this jump.

"Do you know which is the most beautiful championship ring of all time?"

Mo Wen asked at his teammates.

"That ruby ring from the bull in '93?"

"No, the ring on the Bulls' six-game winning streak is also pretty good."

"The Pistons' '90 championship ring was also good."

The Heat's players have different opinions, and although these guys don't have a ring, it doesn't prevent them from becoming good guys in this regard.

But Shaq was thoughtful, looking at Mo Wen's faint smile, convinced of the answer in his heart.

"Which ring is the most beautiful, of course it is—the next one." O'Neill, who had figured it out, stretched out his hand in front of Mo Wen

Smack-

Looking at the two people who high-fived each other, Wade suddenly felt as if he was a little redundant.

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At the start of the game, the Pistons still started five Tigers: Billups, Hamilton, Prince, Rashid and Big Ben.

On the Heat's side, the center starters, who have changed 7 games, finally have a definite candidate after O'Neal's return.

Heat starters: Wade, Mo Wen, Rasul, Haslem, O'Neal.

ESPN arranged for the game to be broadcast live in the United States, but unfortunately Yang Ma did not broadcast the game, but it is likely that the recording will be broadcast on Saturday.

O'Neal showed his recovered athleticism with this jump ball.

Rashid lost to O'Neill in a jump ball.

Haslem quickly passed to Mo Wen as soon as he got the ball, and he didn't rush forward as usual, waiting for O'Neal to settle down.

Last season, the Lakers were four and five on the defensive end many times, just because this thing really couldn't run, and it was always delayed, and the position was extremely slow.

Mo Wen doesn't need to be reminded by the coaching staff that he will slow down the pace when O'Neal is there, because only in positional battles can this big diesel engine really play his singles and pulling role.

The two Wallaces on the Pistons' interior didn't take the team lightly because of their Finals win rate, and they didn't forget the memories of the rain just because they stood under the sun. What's more, O'Neill has become so thin now, and he knows that it is even more difficult to mess with at a glance.

Mo Wen played a fake hand cover with Wade, and after hearing Prince's shaking footsteps behind him, he instantly turned around and started cross-steping, rushing towards the inside line of the Pistons.

Prince was caught off guard, retreated a step slower, and stretched out his long arms because the rules couldn't stop people like before, so he could only chase after Mo Wen and wait for the opportunity to enter.

Yu Guang saw the big book made up on the side, and stepped to the side to close the ball, and made a sideways movement of raising his hand to push and shoot.

Big Ben and Prince were both deceived by this smooth movement, and after they both jumped, they found that Mo Wen's feet were the same as sticking to the floor, and Mo Wen did not choose to step forward to hit the ball himself, but leaked it to Haslem who rushed from the baseline next to him.

Haslem received the ball comfortably, bypassed Ben, who had not yet landed, and held the ball in both hands to complete the dunk of the frame.

Rashid, who was facing O'Neill, hesitated, feeling that it was more likely to be slack, so he didn't guard against it.

2：0

Big Ben gritted his teeth and looked at Mo Wen, I haven't seen him for a long time, and the modus operandi of this "liar" is becoming more and more exquisite.

Back to the Pistons' offensive round, Billups advanced steadily as usual, and after watching Mo Wen, who was chasing behind Hamilton, found that there was no chance, he made a block with Rashid, and after pulling away a little distance, he went straight to the Heat's basket, attracted O'Neal's attention, distributed the ball to Rashid, and the jump shot missed.

In the original version of the four big forwards, there was still Rashid's name (Duncan, Garnett, Webb, Rashid), but it was because he did not have a stable offensive ability and did not have a strong desire to attack that he was gradually replaced by Nowitzki, who often played explosive scoring performances.

The Heat continued the tactical position just now.

Mo Wen made another heads-up gesture, and after a confrontation with Prince on the outside, he just found a trace of breakthrough space when he was wrapped up by Prince next to him.

However, he did not give up, and after retreating to open up a little space, he made a fake pass, and Prince was swept away again, but Billups was not deceived, but stared at him.

Mo Wen made another quick shot, but there was no jumping movement on his feet, and his wrist suddenly slowed down before pressing his wrist.

The corners of Billups' mouth lifted slightly, but he just stopped his hand in front of the basketball and simply interfered, and did not make the next move.

Do you really think anyone can be deceived?

Mo Wen can shoot with his left and right hands, and Billups, who used to train with Mo Wen, knows that he has this unique skill, but he doesn't usually use it often.

Want to trick him and shoot back? The Swamp Leaping Fish has seen through everything!

But Mo Wen in front of him smiled slightly, and with a slight flick of his forearm, he threw the ball.

The basketball flew towards the basket in a low arc, hitting the inside edge of the basket and not bouncing outward, trembling twice in the middle of the basket at a very fast rate before falling into the net bag.

"Thanks, Chauncey."

Mo Wen waved his hand, turned around and ran to the front court.

4：0

Billups' eyes widened in disbelief, he saw Mo Wen's arm slowing down, how could he still throw it so smoothly in the end?

Are you making progress again, or have you hidden things before?

Billups touched his chin, and the battle intent in his eyes grew higher.

In the Pistons' offensive round, Hamilton pulled out a little space after being covered by double Wallace on the baseline, and caught the ball to complete the shot before Mo Wen blocked, but he ate interference, and the top of the shooting arc was a little bigger, flying directly above the rebound.

Rashid wanted to scramble for a dunk, but was suppressed by O'Neal's merciless slap, and the basketball slapped directly to the side.

When Rasul saw the ball, he threw it to Wade, who was already speeding forward.

Billups couldn't catch up and could only watch Wade complete the dunk hanging frame.

6：0

Larry Brown on the sidelines has frowned, how does this game feel a little wrong.

In the next offensive round, Billups decided to play one of his own first, and he was steady.

He continued to be in front of Wade, the center of gravity was pressed very low, he changed hands under his crotch continuously, and after two tests, he suddenly broke through with his right foot, half-turned around and made a posture of leaning on the fight and paused, and at the same time shook his shoulders, and after feeling Wade's hesitation, he threw his shoulders and elbows and arms, and instantly shook off Wade's defense and rushed into the inside line.

Seeing O'Neal return to defense, Billups made another re-switching layup, dodged the block, and barely hit the board to throw the ball in.

6：2

Before he had time to catch his breath, O'Neal picked up the basketball and served quickly.

The Pistons defended quickly and didn't give the Heat a chance to exploit the loopholes.

Mo Wen didn't play alone again this time, watching Ao Fat not far from the basket, he tried to step hard, and after attracting the attention of the Pistons, he gave the ball to Ao Fat with a ground pass.

Except for the last two years of his career, the rest of his basketball career shooting percentage under the basket is unique in history, the year before he was in the Lakers F4 team, Ao Fat averaged 9.7 shots per game, and the shooting rate could be a terrifying 74.5%.

It is said that the three-point shot scoring efficiency is high, and the three-point shot needs to be 50% to achieve this efficiency.

Rashid knew something was wrong when he saw O'Neal get the ball, he couldn't push O'Neill out by himself and was ready to give up and hide to the side, but Ben made up for it.

Mo Wen looked at this scene and seemed to see the summer when he struggled with his good brothers in the canyon.

Big Ben: Good brother, hold on, I'm coming!

Rashid: Don't mind, brother, he's bloody!

O'Neill: Unrivaled power!

Amid the cheers of the Heat fans in front of the television, two Wallaces fell to the ground.

And O'Neal, who completed the dunk, also took his trademark overlord step, patted his chest, and pointed to the camera.

Professional basketball, your big daddy is back!

The surrounding fans booed, which was very appropriate.

8：2

"You guy, steal the show!" Mo Wen hammered O'Neill's shoulder and scolded with a smile.

"The big shark is a superstar, how can it steal the show? And you're at odds with that old man, and I've got an account with the whole pistons! ”

O'Neill took a breath and patted his stomach, did he see it, such a big belly has no fat, it is all gas.

Turning, Billups gave the ball to Rashid after a pick-and-roll on the outside. Rashid took two steps with the ball to attract O'Neal and then threw the ball to Big Ben.

Big Ben turned to make a layup and was missed by Haslem, but fortunately the referee gave the whistle.

However, Big Ben felt really bad today, and he missed two free throws to pay tribute to O'Neal.

Wade took the half and gave it to Mo Wen.

Two steps outside the three-point line, seeing that Prince didn't come up, Mo Wen's eyes rolled slightly, and he directly stopped jumping and shooting.

Prince had never seen Mo Wen play like this before, he was defenseless at all, and he only had time to stretch out his hand after watching Mo Wen jump.

Hmmm-

11：2

Larry Brown finally couldn't help but call a timeout.

It didn't take long for Mo Wen to hear a familiar roar.

Scold.

I'm sorry brothers, because I was a sheep some time ago, and I was a little lazy, so I didn't have much to save manuscripts, so I thought I would have a little more today; But the family suddenly called in the morning, and the old man at home was hospitalized because of the sheep, so I hurried back by car, but now it's okay, it's stabilized, and it will be updated as usual later.

The first order is good, and I will definitely write full-time in my current state, but the code speed is relatively slow, I hope you will forgive me.

3 chapters are currently underpaid (free chapters daily) + 22000 words (promised to explode) + 2 chapters (rewards and monthly passes are owed)

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