You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 202 The Toughest Person
"This guy is too arrogant."

On the Pistons side, it wasn't Mo Mengchen or Houston who got angry first, but Hill, who seemed to have the best temper.

"What do you want to do?" the teammate asked.

Hill said: "I hope to do something special."

He raised his eyebrows while talking, Mo Mengchen still didn't know what he wanted to express: "Why don't I just give you the ball and you play by yourself?"

"Very good, I like it, I SO!" Hill smiled confidently.

So that was it, Mo Mengchen gave up the ball and stood aside.

Van Exel sneered: "So you can't even touch the ball in the Pistons? It's so pitiful, a guy like you can be selected as the best of the week? The league is really blind!"

Van Exel, just 25 years old this year, has the face of a junior high school student.

But his baby face is not the kind-looking child face of Jimmy Lin or Curry.

His appearance made Mo Mengchen want to give him a plastic surgery, although he couldn't do it.

Even if he failed the operation, the result would not be uglier than it is now, so he thought he could give it a try, but he didn't know what Van Exel would like?

Hill's heads-up was rejected by O'Neill.

The process was like this. Devil Mountain passed Byron Scott, who was entering the last year of his career, and entered the penalty area to make a dunk. Duke's top talent was very angry.

O'Neal is the most outside dunk on his head in his life. He would rather stop you with the roughest foul than let others dominate him.

This round is the same.

Hill was going to attack, O'Neal jumped up, and fanned his ball out of bounds like a king. Fortunately, neither of them lost their balance, and he hit the ball firmly on the ball.

"Clap clap clap!"

Hill looked back, and the person applauding was Mo Mengchen.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm happy that the ball went out of bounds." Mo Mengchen clapped his hands expressionlessly.

Hill said angrily: "We're teammates, why are you gloating?" "No gloating, I'm just glad the ball went out of bounds." Mo Mengchen couldn't control his smile.

"You're laughing!"

"No."

"You have it!"

"Okay I laughed."

What do you want?
Mo Mengchen stepped outside, and Hill was so angry that he could only go out to serve.

He deliberately didn't play tactics for Mo Mengchen, hoping that others would come to get the ball, but without Mo Mengchen's command, these rough people couldn't play decent tactics.

"Damn it, I really don't want to pass the ball to him."

Mo Mengchen stood two meters away from the three-point line, and Van Exel stood in front of him. In this case, to give him the ball requires a long-range missile-level precise pass.

I can!
The game-winning pass in the NCAA final made Hill always confident when facing this kind of pass. He looked at Mo Mengchen and threw the ball hard.

Van Exel took off with all his strength, trying to intercept the ball, but he couldn't touch anything. He was humiliating himself.

"Damn bastard, come on!" Van Exel roared.

"Shut up, ugly pig!"

As soon as Mo Mengchen's voice fell, he directly pulled up a three-pointer on the spot.

"NO!"

Hill shouted, this kind of ball is simply nonsense!

There are only three reasons why Mo Mengchen threw this kind of ball: Van Exel's height of 185, 185 dares to put him two meters?Although two meters from the three-point line, he has a good touch tonight.

"Shh!"

"Seeing your ugly face, I feel inexplicably good." Mo Mengchen continued to attack Van Exel's appearance.

Pigs are already ugly enough, Mo Mengchen added another word of ugly.

It's hard to find more insulting words.

Crazy Fan was enraged, he roared.

"Prest!"

Mo Mengchen gave an on-the-spot command and pointed to a position for the giant to settle down.

He angered Van Exel, but he just couldn't defend against him. Targeted defense is extremely important at this moment.

The madman Fan couldn't see his teammates at all, and O'Neill had no intention of taking a position. Only at such moments would he miss his time as teammates with Penny.

Because no matter what, Pence always puts him first.

Only when his hand feeling is not good, that magical No. 1 will turn on the personal mode, each of them has a great future, and they all have the ability to become a powerful party.

At this moment, O'Neill misses his former partner doubly.

"boom!"

"Nice hat! From Prest!"

The height of 224 cm can play a role at this moment. Mo Mengchen picked up the ball, ignored the furious Van Exel, and sent a long pass to the frontcourt.

"easy!"

Houston catches the ball and dunks.

The Pistons recharged a wave of 5 to 5.

Then it was Houston's turn to trash talk: "We're going to chop you up tonight if you're alive last month!"

"Just fight like this! Fuck the Lakers to death!"

Little Dura originally had dual status as a fan of the Pistons and the Lakers. Due to the existence of a disaster star around him, he completely turned his back.

"Very good, it seems that the Lakers can consider taking back the season ticket for the VIP area in your hand." The person next to Little Doula said eccentrically.

Little Du La raged back: "Fuck you! I bought that season ticket with real money, why should I take it back?"

O'Neal wouldn't just sit and watch these guys hogging the ball, he yelled and told them to pass the ball.

Van Exel was a bit over the top just now, but now he has to obediently send the ball out.

"It seems that you are the one who doesn't have the right to the ball." Mo Mengchen sneered, "You ugly pig don't even have this kind of autonomy?"

"If you don't shut up, I'll kill you tonight!" Van Exel roared.

At this time, O'Neal pushed Lauderdale away and hit a small hook very easily.

"I need to hit him." Mo Mengchen said to Hill.

Hill asked, "Why?"

"It's in our interest to let that guy lose control," Mo Mengchen said.

Hill had no objection, and the ball was delivered to Mo Mengchen.

Seeing Mo Mengchen holding the ball again, Van Exel's eyes were red, and he scratched wildly when he came up. How could the referee let go of this kind of action, and the whistle blew.

Van Exel roared.

Mo Mengchen tugged at his clothes, and said with a sneer, "Not only do you look like a pig, but your head structure is also the same as that of a pig. You say that living beings develop forward. Why do I think your IQ is not as good as that of a caveman?"

"Screw you!"

Van Exel gave Mo Mengchen an elbow in front of everyone.

The referee quickly gave him a T.

Strangely, no one came to help, but Van Exel's teammates hurriedly pulled him away to prevent the situation from escalating.

Silver Fox Harris also had to replace Van Exel who fouled twice.

Before he left the stage, Mo Mengchen walked up to him and gave him a provocative chest bump.

Everyone's heart is in the throat.

What does he want to do?
Mo Mengchen's teammates were a little scared, there was nothing this guy dared not do.

Shouldn't he come back in public for revenge?
"If you, a pig with a low IQ, still have the courage to play, just now." Mo Mengchen leaned close to Van Exel's ear, "I will pay you back three times."

As soon as the voice fell, Mo Mengchen lightly bumped him with his chest again.

It is still provocative, and no one dares to step forward.

Van Exel was so aggrieved that he didn't dare to fight back.

After leaving the field, he kicked over the stool and kept roaring.

"Did you see? Only stupid pigs with degraded IQs will use stools to kill people. Humans always use their fists to reason. I hope you don't learn from him." Mo Mengchen said to his teammates.

Except for Hill, the other three nodded repeatedly.

Houston called himself an idiot in the middle of clicking.

This is a lunatic, why learn from him?
Here's an episode where Vinier Johnson puts it this way: "Typical Dor.Mo moment -- who's the most talented guy on the floor? Shaq; who's the most beloved guy on the floor? Grant; So who's the toughest guy on the court? He's without a doubt. He's always proclaiming his toughness in various ways, and that's how he wants us to know that's who he is."

"Two free throws."

The referees were used to this kind of thing happening to Mo Mengchen.

The strange thing is, it seems that every time the unlucky one is his opponent, is he really innocent?
I'm afraid not. With that venomous mouth, if Stern one day promulgates the rule that he will be blown up for talking trash, Mo Mengchen may not be able to play a game for 5 minutes.

"Shh!"

"Shh!"

Mo Mengchen made two free throws, leading the score.

They still have the ball.

Mo Mengchen held the ball in one hand, and shook two fingers with the other hand: Scalpel Tactic No. 2!
"Alan Houston has the ball!"

"Voted!"

"Three points hit!"

"10 to 5!"

"The Pistons beat the Lakers 2-10 in 5 minutes!"

(End of this chapter)