You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 196
After halftime, 59 to 55.

Steve Smith's outburst was unexpected. He was silent for a quarter. When Alan Houston was substituted, he exploded with amazing energy in the face of Michael Curry. If it wasn't for Mo Mengchen, he would attack and Assisting others is very likely to be led by him to come back.

Mo Mengchen scored 12 points, 6 rebounds and 4 assists.

20 points away from his record.

In his words, that is 7 three-pointers.

"Doctor Mo, can you win?"

"Yes." - Mo Mengchen answered Lorenta pretending to be very calm.

"So, can you really break the record?"

"Why not?"—Still very calm, he concealed his panic.

Lorenta's eyes sparkled with inspiration, and her face was expressionless. Whenever this happened, Mo Mengchen would think, "She should be laughing now, if she can laugh."

"Because you only scored 12 points in the first half, according to this conversion, you can score 24 points after the game, isn't it?"

Mo Mengchen broke his skills, he laughed.

Poser also stroked her little head helplessly, not knowing what to say.

Here, we want to borrow a word from Rukawa Feng.

Mo Mengchen said: "Lorenta, basketball doesn't count, everything is possible."

"I trust you, Dr. Mo."

Inexplicably bearing the trust of the little girl is really a headache.

Mo Mengchen scratched his head gently, and resolutely went on stage.

"Mom, do me a favor."

Hill always thought that even if human beings became extinct, Mars hit the earth, and the end of the world came, Mo Mengchen would not ask him for help, but he was wrong—father asked him for help today!
Hill originally wanted to be a little arrogant and indifferent, and a bunch of complaints piled up in his mouth, but what he said was: "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"I want to break the scoring record. I need more shots than usual. You have to help me control the ball more."

"no problem."

After explaining, Mo Mengchen ran to the front court.

The current inside configuration of the Pistons is Thorpe and Lauderdale.

A seasoned veteran and a Giants rookie who is confused about his career.

"Prest, give me cover."

The exchange was made in a split second, and Blaylock went on a lion-hunting mission.Lions always set off in groups, and they perform their respective duties, criss-crossing the grassland.

Whenever they want to hunt, they will always send out a team of scouts, who are responsible for disrupting the formation of the prey, and the hunting team will dispatch at the same time after finding the target.

The problem with Blaylock now is that he does what a scout should do, but he doesn't have a hunting group behind him.

Mo Mengchen wanted to score with all his heart, and the huge size of the Chicago Giants played an effective role at this moment, and Blaylock was blocked in a high position.

"No!"

"Dor. Mo falls open! Where's our defense?!"

Mo Mengchen unsheathed three points, as if a dazzling light illuminated the audience.

"Shh!"

"15 points!"

Lorenta called out.

Mo Mengchen ran past her, and the finger that had just put the ball into the basket slowly pointed to his eyes.

Those who are familiar with him know what this action means.

Please witness.

Lorenta, please bear witness.

Hill smiled and said, "It seems that your relationship with them is really unusual, Dad."

"She is my patient." Mo Mengchen said.

So... Hill said: "What disease?"

"It's hard to say, they are here, defend!" Mo Mengchen shouted.

Mo Mengchen blocked a three-pointer, and the Eagles reacted unambiguously. Although Blaylock no longer confronted Mo Mengchen, he wanted to win this game.

Africa Dashan took the ball in the paint area, shouted, and made another zombie hook.

"nice shot!"

Eagles howled.

62 is better than 57
Lauderdale didn't have time to apologize.His teammates don't need an apology either, they just need his size to create the best chances for them.

Mo Mengchen was running, Blaylock was chasing.

"You can't stop me!"

Mo Mengchen stopped suddenly, but Blaylock, who had never thought of this step, couldn't control his pace. He was thrown away, and he didn't even use cover.

Mo Mengchen ran back to the bottom line, and Hill lobbed the ball from the opposite side of the position.

Mo Mengchen took the ball and made another three-pointer.

"No No No!!!"

Mutombo yells: "Our defense has a big problem!"

Three more points!

In just one minute, Mo Mengchen's score had risen to 1 points.

He looked at Lorenta with a pistol-like gesture pointing directly between his eyebrows.

Lorenta didn't know what it meant, she just couldn't help imitating: "Doctor Mo, you are so cool!"

Poser stared at Mo Mengchen. He was a reassuring doctor in the hospital, and a reassuring player on the court—he might be a reassuring friend.

What he promised will be done.

Lenny Wilkes has been coaching in the NBA for so many years. He knows that every player has his own momentum. Once the momentum rises, the only way to stop him is to suspend.

There are many points worthy of attention for the Pistons, and Mo Mengchen has not been within his focus.

His average data this season is 14 points, 7 rebounds and 7 assists, which is better than his rookie season. Most coaches believe that it is not his strength that has improved by leaps and bounds, but the running and bombing system that has increased his data.

Tonight, his opinion has changed.

Mo Mengchen is by no means a pure system player, he is controlling the system, not the system driving him.

Even Hill can operate this system through personal ability, but he, who seems ordinary, relies on communication and communication, command and scheduling, criticism and shouting, coordination and cooperation...he is the Pistons leader.

He used some of the most basic details to prop up this somewhat deformed run-and-gun system.

He has combined the various personalities of the Pistons into a powerful team.

The most terrifying thing is that when he finds the feeling, he is the most dangerous shooter in the league.

"Shh!"

After scoring three three-pointers in a row, Wilkes couldn't sit still anymore, and he called a timeout.

"Our defense needs to be tougher, our will must be stronger, and there is still room for improvement in our confrontation. Let me defend that Australian!"

Wilkes growled.

"Eleven points left, Dr. Mo."

When Mo Mengchen walked to the field, he heard Lorenta's voice.

He turned his head, smiled, showing his white teeth, and said softly, "Tonight is my record night, witness, Lorenta."

Lorenta stood up and made a "witness please" gesture like Mo Mengchen did.

This has become Mo Mengchen's signature, and as he plays better and better, this move will spread to the world.

He is convinced of this, that every player needs his own logo.

"Father, it looks like you're going to break the record tonight."

Lauderdale laughed.

"Yes, I promised her that I will definitely break the record tonight." Mo Mengchen said, "I still need your help. Three-pointers alone are not enough."

"what do you mean…"

Just as Wilkens ordered, the Eagles team focused on Mo Mengchen.

Even in this era of muscle against confrontation, coaches are well aware of what it means to be a sharpshooter.

Why does the small ball era often spoil the game?Because of the three-pointers, once a team gets up and hits three-pointers consecutively, the point difference may turn into double digits in the blink of an eye.

If the lagging party cannot adjust back, it is possible to be beaten for dozens of points.

Wilkens saw this exactly, so he confronted, wrestled, entangled, and even set up an ambush.

This is the defensive treatment of a superstar.

It was rare for Mo Mengchen to enjoy this kind of treatment, and he was not used to it, and his scoring began to stop.

Hill had no choice but to make the ball for him, so he had to fall into the basket and let Thorpe finish the final attack.

After going back and forth for multiple rounds, Mo Mengchen did not score for 3 minutes.

However, a heart that wants to score cannot be underestimated.

He also knows that he can't create scoring opportunities by running alone.

Therefore, when he is locked, it is when he holds the ball.

"Mo!"

Hill yelled.

Mo Mengchen took the ball and couldn't stop breathing.

The opponent's target also consumes a lot of his physical strength, and it takes a lot of energy to connect the ball.

Blaylock's defense is no joke.

He is no longer afraid, he is fully focused, his eyes are like a torch, and he regards this game as the finals.

"I like the look in your eyes."

The moment the voice fell, Mo Mengchen turned to the right.Blaylock's defense was tough, and Mo Mengchen's quick start was not enough to tear his defense apart.

That is, in the blink of an eye, Mo Mengchen slapped the ball behind his back, like an elevator that suddenly stopped falling, he pulled it up, and a mid-range shot that was not very good at sudden stop flew up into the sky with his fingertips.

He didn't look at the ball, and pointed his index finger, which turned into a pistol, between his eyebrows, the same action.

"Shh!"

23 points!
I can't stop it!

Everyone feels this way.

Mo Mengchen's state did not appear instantly. From the beginning to now, he has been looking for feelings. He has found too many feelings, and these wonderful feelings erupted in this instant.

Steve Smith was equally unstoppable, singled out Houston and hit a jumper.

so what?

Mo Mengchen dribbled the ball across the half court, and Lauderdale made a high pick-and-roll. He circled his 150-kilogram body to lure Blaylock to hit him, and then pulled the ball back.

"Shhh!!"

"No! This guy has gone crazy!"

The narrator of HA TV screamed.

No one looked at the score anymore, they all just wanted Mo Mengchen to stop.

They didn't want to be defeated by Mo Mengchen alone.

The eagle's counterattack hit the iron, and then the rebound flew to Mo Mengchen's hands.

He has scored 26 points on 100 percent shooting.

This is an astonishing aura, and everyone in the audience knew he was going to do it, but they couldn't stop it.

Blaileck's defense had been blown to pieces, no matter what he did, he couldn't stop Mo Mengchen.

shoot?

With a tentative action that couldn't be simpler, Blaylock was sent flying.

Mo Mengchen deceived Blaylock with one hand, and immediately attacked the basket, challenging the world's top defender - the African mountain Mutombo.

"Beep!"

The referee whistled, and Mo Mengchen shot before his body hit the ground.

Light as a swallow, landed smoothly.

Swish!
Still go in.

Africa Dashan paid for the foul, but he still made the shot.

"I don't know how to describe the feeling that we had a chance and all of a sudden, Dor. Mo stepped forward and buried us."

Penalties are also added.

It's still 3 points away.

Lorenta yelled from the sidelines: "Doctor Mo, just score another three-pointer!"

"Okay, just a three-pointer!"

Mo Mengchen agreed to her.

The girl's mother was stunned.

Mo Mengchen waited for the Eagles to attack, he didn't care if the opponent could score or not, as long as he got the ball, he would throw the ball after halftime.

Doing so is both unreasonable and selfish.

His hand is feeling hot, as if there is a voice urging him to make a decisive move, don't hesitate, this is not a feeling that can be felt often.

Even a man as selfless as he knew that when a feeling like this came its way, don't reject it, grab it, do it as best you can, and do it boldly.

With 4 minutes left in the third quarter, the Eagles executed an unstructured attack.

Mo Mengchen's outburst made all of them unable to feel it, and they even stumbled when attacking.

"boom!"

The rebound found Mo Mengchen again.

Wilkens decided that if Mo Mengchen scored again, he would call a timeout.

Although he didn't know if it was necessary.

Because the game basically entered garbage time.

Mo Mengchen dribbled the ball, crossed the half court, and then, two meters beyond the three-point line, stopped.

Squat down, exert force on your feet, lift the ball up, and send the ball out with your fingers.

None of the screams from the audience could stop him from doing so.

Swish!
No one was surprised by this.

It seems to be a matter of course.

"Dor. Mo broke the personal scoring record!"

"The Eagles request a timeout!"

Mo Mengchen looked at Lorenta.

She made a witness gesture.

Mo Mengchen smiled, and also sent her a testimonial.

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