You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 217 May You Have Today Every Year

"You are so ruthless!" Ma Hong compared his thumbs off the court, "No wonder I don't want to help, I am really convinced today, damn it, the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead!"

Payton's nosebleed kept stopping and the game was interrupted.

If it was an accident that caused Payton's front tooth to break, then this one just now can also be said to be an accident.

Peyton swung his elbow, he dodged it, and by the way made up his foot to make him fall. This was his purpose. As for the nosebleed or something, it was a complete accident, not so unexpected. reward.

A small move, almost KO Payton.

Mo Mengchen's teammates were more and more in awe of him.

This is not his purpose, and he did not expect the game to develop to this point.

Payton's nosebleeds continued to flow out, and the Supersonics could only replace him. George Karl appealed to the referee angrily. Looking back at the video, Mo Mengchen did make a trip, although it was probably to avoid Payton's elbow. It was an unintentional move due to a blow, but Peyton was already like this, and the referee couldn't hurt the killer, so he could only give Mo Mengchen a T.

Mo Mengchen has no objection, he just wants to know whether Payton will play or not.

No one expected that this game would develop like this. Everyone was expecting their new and old grudges to be counted together, but now the old and new grudges were not counted, and Payton added a new wound.

his nose.

If possible, Mo Mengchen would prefer to break his other front tooth.

For no other reason than it looks symmetrical.

Otherwise a gold tooth juxtaposed with a white tooth looks really disgusting.

"Dad, I admire you so much, you are the best active player in my mind, a role model for all of us!"

Jerome Williams said respectfully.

Mo Mengchen didn't want to pay attention to him, and threw him a blank stare.

Payton temporarily left the field to deal with the wound, and the game will continue. The Sonics took advantage of Mo Mengchen's T two free throws, which was the only reward for Payton's end.

If they could, they'd rather give the Pistons two free throws and one throw than let Payton go off the field.

Payton, the supersonic is a headless chicken, and can only use personal ability to fight against opponents.

However, the opponent was a team that had won [-] consecutive victories, and the momentum was like a rainbow. They had just killed the team's leading guard and variation machine.The atmosphere drives the change, and the Pistons' offensive becomes more and more amazing.

The same teams in their respective divisions, the Sonics only played less than 70% of their strength.

It was difficult for George Karl to tell what happened on the field. At the beginning, Payton followed his instructions and fired with full firepower, with the potential to lock Mo Mengchen to death.

Mo Mengchen was indeed defeated by him, but the rhythm of the game was also dragged into the ancient times.

Although they successfully froze Mo Mengchen, they played a very uncomfortable quarter, and the Pistons played their true colors and let Hill play singles.

This is their previous routine, and they are familiar with fighting. Hill also showed his ability and proved that he can do it.

Karl believes that it was the tractor-like rhythm of the first quarter that made them sink to this point.

Payton failed to swallow Mo Mengchen, but let them seize the rhythm of the game and actively make changes in the second quarter, and.
Mo Mengchen's targeted measures against Peyton.

Anyone can see that these two players are not at the same level.

论数据，佩顿场均21+5+7，上赛季带队总决赛；莫蒙尘场均15+7+7，上赛季带队止步首轮。

Not to mention other aspects of the role, Karl can't imagine Payton losing to Mo Mengchen at all.

The last time was because of an accident, this time, it was still an accident.

Almost exactly the same accident: Payton tripped over a foot that shouldn't have been there, sending him out injured.

The same accident happened twice, with the same opponent and the same suspect.

What does this mean?This shows that it is not an accident.

That guy held the game from the start.

Realizing this, Carl felt a cold air rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

That guy is only in the second grade, but he has such courage and courage to fight against dangerous elements like Peyton, and through step-by-step calculations, he completely dominates.

If Payton doesn't come back, they will undoubtedly win this game.

The Sonics' offense has stagnated, and they can only rely on the personal abilities of Schramoff and Kemp, but such an offense is destined to not last long.

Not only did their backup guard not have an advantage in front of Mo Mengchen, they didn't even have the guts to fight.

These people are usually terrified by Peyton, but now they meet a villain who keeps Peyton down, how dare they do anything?

No one wants something like that to happen to them, even if it seems like an accident.

Even if it was an accident, Mo Mengchen's reputation was not fake.

The evil of Mo Mengchen can be said to be spread by word of mouth among the players. No player has so many deeds like him, and no one can still be regarded as the hope of the future by the league after repeatedly resorting to dirty tricks Star.

Every time he made a move, either he was not caught, or it seemed reasonable, like an out-of-control action, only his opponent was not an out-of-control action by Tamabi, it was a long-planned personal attack.

What can I do?The result shown in the replay of the camera is an accident.

Mo Mengchen has done a lot of work in this area.

As soon as the momentum collapsed, the Pistons launched attacks again and again.

The difference began to widen.

12 points,
14 points,
15 points.

At the end of the third quarter, the point difference had reached 18 points.

The Sonics tried their best to defend desperately, because they got the news that Payton is planning to return to the game, and all they have to do is to keep the suspense of the game.

68 is better than 50
If such a score is considered suspenseful.

Mo Mengchen is only 2 points away from his ninth triple-double. His current statistics are 8 points, 11 rebounds and 12 assists.

There was basically no suspense in the game. If it wasn't for Mo Mengchen's triple-double, Collins didn't even want him to continue playing in the fourth quarter.

At this time, Peyton returned.

He looks fine.

The boos at the scene were enough to break through the clouds, and the general fans would pay great respect to those players who returned from injury, but it didn't happen to Payton.

"It seems that the fans in Detroit really hate him." Johnson said with a smile, "This is not a bad thing. The more fans hate you, the better you are."

Walton smiled and said: "Yes, it is better to be hated by the away fans than to be hoped by them, because being liked by them means that your performance is terrible, and they think that your presence is beneficial to them. Only in this way will they like you, otherwise If you are a great player like Larry Bird, Magic, MJ, if you go to an away game, the fans should boo you or boo you."

Peyton had nothing but anger on his face.

Mo Mengchen didn't know why he was still angry?Couldn't that fall wake him up?If not, do you want to let him fall again?This is a problem.

"You bloody Aussie, dirty bastard, I must tonight"

"Stop talking nonsense and look at the score." Mo Mengchen said, "68 to 50."

Peyton said angrily: "That's because I'm not here!"

"Really? What can you do here? What can you change?" Mo Mengchen asked sarcastically.

After one or two sentences, Payton once again had the idea of ​​being violent.

He kept reminding himself that when dealing with a villain like Mo Mengchen, he must not think of violence. The other party is an expert in this field, and he will not get along well with him.

Skills should speak for themselves on the pitch.

Glove, who has always taken pleasure in causing physical and mental damage to opponents on the court, never dreamed that he would have such awareness.

What a painful realization this is?
After Payton played, he more or less helped the Sonics stabilize their position. The problem is that he came back too late. The 18-point difference is not a deep hole that one person can fill.

The Sonics don't have a super breakup like Jordan. It takes a miracle to fill this big hole in one quarter, and the Pistons also need a miraculous collapse to make such a miracle happen.

Unfortunately, such a miracle is destined not to happen.

Mo Mengchen is now preoccupied with getting a triple-double on Peyton and clocking in to get off work. He has already thought about the process of getting off work.

In the 4th minute, Payton made a three-pointer and hit it.

The point difference caught up to 14 points.

It seemed that there was some hope at last, Mo Mengchen didn't want to procrastinate any longer, he was going to score in this round.

"Coach, I'm tired." Mo Mengchen said to Collins.

Collins looked at him: "JD will replace you when the ball is dead."

After confirming that it was correct, Mo Mengchen patted the ball and continued to move forward.

He remembered the turnaround dribble that shook Payton in the third quarter. It was a very simple movement, but it was easy to do, but it didn't look easy.

He didn't know why his body showed such amazing flexibility at that moment—maybe, maybe it was because of the softness and bonelessness.

At this moment, Peyton was pressing forward, spouting trash talk, and wanted to steal Mo Mengchen's leading counterattack. He wrote a script for himself.

Unfortunately, this script is too naive.

Mo Mengchen was dribbling the ball with his left hand, his body was steady, and at the moment Payton was about to apply force, his body lightly avoided the confrontation, slipping through his defense like a loach in the ground.

"Wow~~~!"

Mo Mengchen shook off DPOY's defense and went straight to the basket. The European step dodged again and licked the basket from the dead corner of Kemp's block to score.

A triple-double was achieved.

"Damn it, I'm going to call back!"

Peyton was furious and yelled.

Just as Kemp sent the ball, the glove gathered all the anger in his body and was about to take revenge on Mo Mengchen. At this moment——Mo Mengchen stepped forward like a devil, regardless of the consequences, regardless of scale, regardless of fouls, rude, brutal, and completely A personal offensive approached and pressed Payton directly out of bounds.

"Beep!"

"Defensive Foul!"

Mo Mengchen raised his hand coldly, staring at Peyton who fell on the ground: "Merry Christmas, I hope you have today every year."

"Ahhhhh!!"

Peyton, who had been holding back all night, couldn't control himself, and wanted to have a jungle battle version of the Palace of Auburn Hills with Mo Mengchen in front of the audience.

His teammates hugged him.

Mo Mengchen turned around and walked to the sidelines to hand over to Dumars. With a triple-double, he left a taunting back and completely withdrew from the game.

(End of this chapter)