You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 175
It's too easy, isn't it?
How bad is his defense?

Hill glanced at the score: 8-7.

Hardaway just used a low-post attack to blow Mo Mengchen's defense, which seems to be a matter of course.

Only Hill can see the weirdness in this, because he knows that Mo Mengchen's strength is no longer what it used to be, and the simple change of direction before threw him away
The Pistons have to play at least one confrontation game every day. Mo Mengchen and Hill each lead a team, and they often have to face each other.

During training, Mo Mengchen didn't hold back, because he was too strict with others, which made him have no way out, he had to go all out.

Therefore, he knew that Mo Mengchen's strength was definitely not as bad as he showed just now, and his defense was definitely not something that could be destroyed by a simple change of direction by Penny.

His strength and lateral speed have improved greatly in the past few months, especially his strength. Even if he wants to force Mo Mengchen in the low position, it will take a lot of effort, but Hardaway just now seems to be drinking water. It also easily defeated Mo Mengchen.

"Conspiracy, if you think about it carefully, it's all conspiracy."

The more Hill thought about it, the more he felt that he was right. Did he still play such tricks less often?First show weakness to the enemy, turn advantages into disadvantages, and then catch opponents by surprise at critical moments.

The same goes for the left hand last season.

"Again, this guy." Hill saw through Mo Mengchen.

"What are you staring at, mom?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Hill glared at him angrily: "Can you stop being blown up by him so easily?"

The eyes of the two met, and Mo Mengchen knew that Hill had seen through his tricks, so he didn't say anything, and continued to move forward with the ball.

In the 5th minute, Hill came off the field in rotation. His performance in the opening 5 minutes was relatively average, because he had no touch and missed two shots.

Hardaway single-handedly mobilized the whole team to support the Pistons' three young players - Mo Mengchen, Hill, and Houston - after the first quarter, 28 to 24, and the Pistons led by 4 points.

In the second quarter, Mo Mengchen rested and Hill took the lead. He became a commander. This was his favorite moment.

Running and gunning is a system that can benefit everyone a lot in terms of statistics. Because of the large number of rounds, this leads to more data production. Running and gunning can improve everyone's data.

Mo Mengchen even felt that if James was allowed to play and run, he should have a good chance of accomplishing the feat of averaging a triple-double.

Hill took Dumars, Jerome Williams, Reid, and Wallace to face the Magic's second unit, and this should have been his time to show off.

Magic's countermeasures were more drastic than expected.

The two teams had formed a bridge last season, and the second quarter intensified the original contradiction.

Dennis Scott elbowed Hill in a burst of trash talk, which happened just as Devil Hills was breaking through.

The referee ignored the elbow, and Hill went to the basket in pain.

The opponent's elbow affected his finishing effect, and the sure-fire ball was not scored.

"Didn't this fucking call a foul?" Ma Hong roared.

The referee ignored it, so Ma Hong brought a group of substitutes to put pressure on the sidelines. If he didn't do this, the referee might not think it was okay. When they saw someone not taking themselves seriously, they began to look for a sense of presence.

The way for referees to find a sense of presence is very simple.

Blowing the whistle continuously, but it was the Pistons who were recruited.

Poor Jerome Williams ate the whistle one after another, and didn't dare to say anything to the referee.

The Pistons' rhythm was disrupted by the referee, Hill also lost the sense of the game, and the Magic began to score consecutively.

Anderson intercepted Hill's pass and counterattacked, 34 to 34, tying the score.

Hill is playing hard with his back, but he hasn't scored yet. He really can't find the touch.

In turn, Brian Shaw commanded his teammates to play a perfect tactic.

Dumars is old after all, and he can't find his game status after staying on the bench for a long time. Without Mo Mengchen, he is still the team's starter.

Shaw called a pick-and-roll to get him stuck behind him, and quickly changed direction to the left while moving, and a shot gap was vacated as Dumars' body was stuck.

Also at this time, his teammate Scott stood in that position.

This shooter with poor defense and excellent shooting is now asking for the ball in a deadly position.

Shaw passed the ball.

Scott shot a three-pointer and went hollow into the basket.

37 is better than 34
The Magic poured the Pistons 7-0, and Hill looked lifeless, his fighting spirit seemed to be broken by the opponent's elbow.

"I just said that the dude from Duke is useless, he is a flower in the greenhouse, and he is not ready to deal with violence at all!"

Seeing this scene, Ma Hong became angry instead. He thought that Hill should respond positively like Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen was noncommittal.

Some people are born to be thugs who are full of evil, such as Ma Hong. If he hadn't done bad things and made people fearful, he would have been eliminated long ago with his aptitude and talent.

However, not everyone wants to live like him.

Good people have good people's way of life, Hill has always been like this, no matter how much time passes, it will not change.

This is why Mo Mengchen thinks the Pistons are suitable for him.

Because what Hill can't do, he can do; and what he can't do now, Hill can accomplish.

"Mo, go up and tell him how to deal with violence!" Ma Hong shouted.

Mo Mengchen glanced at him and said, "He's right, don't shout here."

"That's right? If it were you, would you swallow your anger?" Ma Hong asked loudly.

Mo Mengchen smiled lightly: "I will let him pay the price on the spot."

"Then you're right?"

"Yes, that's right, it's right to fight back, or not to fight back."

"Counterattack proves that he wants to give the team a sigh of relief and will not allow the opponent to bully; not counterattack means that he does not want to make trouble, he wants to prove himself with his performance on the field. What's wrong with that?"

Mo Mengchen's eyes were like lightning, and he met Ma Hong: "Do you think it's right for everyone to fight with others like you?"

Mo Mengchen was educating Ma Hong, the old rascal, while Collins called a timeout.

He had to call, because the score on the court had become 40 to 34.

"Grant, you might as well have a fight with the other party!" Mahon teased.

Mo Mengchen glared at him and told him to shut up.

Collins asked, "Grant, how are you?"

"I'm fine," Hill replied.

Collins felt something was wrong with him: "Do you feel uncomfortable? Would you like to let David take a look?"

Hill still said: "I'm fine."

Collins stopped asking, which was difficult for Hill to accept. After all, the score changed from leading to trailing under his "leading", and he thought he would be sad.

The only thing he can do now is to calm him down.

When Mo Mengchen played, Hardaway also played.

"I didn't expect your substitute to beat our substitute." Hardaway laughed.

Do you want to give Hill an elbow?Just take revenge.

If Hadaway knew that Mo Mengchen was planning such a vicious plan in his heart, he would have put away his smiling face.

Smiling faces should be used to entertain friends, not demons.

It has not been a day or two since Hill has been criticized for being weak. Although the opponent's elbow was indeed hard enough, that was not the reason for his sudden misfire. He should use a more violent performance to tell his opponent: Elbow is a fart?
Or, as Ma Hong said, if you punch him back, you will be sent off if you are sent off, so that people will know that you are not easy to mess with, and you don't have to be blown up like you are powerless like now.

It's just that if I go on the court to recover the score, what will the glass heart of the idiot think?

Will he doubt life?
Mo Mengchen believed that he would.

Dumars asked, "Do you want to have the ball?"

"No need, I'm number two now." Mo Mengchen came on the stage and faced Nick Anderson.

Hardaway shouted: "Nick, Dr. Mo's confrontation is very bad, you have to be gentle with him!"

"Don't worry, I will pay attention!" Anderson grinned.

Why did you pretend to be a grandson before?Isn't the purpose just to deflate Anderson at this very moment?

As the confrontation began, Anderson saw a problem.

How can it be?How can he stand it?
Anderson didn't stop. He understood Mo Mengchen's ability, and he used all his strength to fight against him as soon as he came up, trying to overwhelm Mo Mengchen in one go.

The result was unexpected, as if Mo Mengchen had suddenly gained divine power, not only was he not crushed, but he occupied Anderson's position with infinite strength.

"Dor. Mo low position?"

"Is this true? His opponent is Nick Anderson!"

Dumars passes the ball.

Anderson, like everyone else, couldn't believe it was real.

He tried his best to block Mo Mengchen's attack from outside the paint area.

Isn't that too much force, idiot.

Anderson's defense crumbled when he was at full strength.Like a moving tornado, Mo Mengchen spun and danced unbelievably, throwing people behind, and the moment he entered the basket with one foot, he saw Jerome Williams' position and gave it away.

The Trash Dogs scrambled for the ball and planted the Motown flag on Orlando's rim.

"Who the fuck can stop me?! @#" Garbage Dog barked frantically at his opponent.

Mo Mengchen doesn't know what's wrong with him. If this scene is described in words, it will look very funny, but please believe that, as the person involved in the scene, it looks really scary.

Williams privately spent time imitating dog barks, and his barks were indistinguishable from real ones.

So when he barked out on the court, it really felt like a mad dog in human skin challenging his opponent.

Hill had a towel over his head, and sure enough, Momun came on and changed the situation.

This made him blame himself even more.

Mo Mengchen was supposed to sit on the sidelines to rest, but because of his incompetence, the opponent entered the court early
"hateful!"

Hill clenched his fist reproachfully.

PS: If I directly describe the garbage dog: "Wow, woof, woof", will you make a play?

(End of this chapter)