You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 22 Who is No. 12 of the Pistons?
"Score at least three three-pointers in this game."

"The opponent must not score more than 10 points."

"Personal rating of at least B."

"At least a B+ rating for the team."

The moment he fell to the ground, a task list appeared in front of Mo Mengchen's eyes.

Then the next scene happened.

"Mo, did you have a problem with him?" Rhett came over to help him up.

"No."

Mo Mengchen had never seen it before.

"Then why did he target you?"

Rhett didn't understand, could it be that Mo Mengchen had the legendary "hated" physique?
"Does a mad dog need a reason for biting?"

Mo Mengchen turned and walked towards the basket, and Ratliff served.

"Theo, I need your help later."

After saying this in Ratliff's ear, Mo Mengchen rushed across the frontcourt with the ball.

"You are here, you need to know that your nightmare has just begun!"

Childress spoke excitedly.

Suddenly, his body was caught by a wall.

Childress looked back and saw that the person blocking him was Ratliff. However, Mo Mengchen did not use this solid wall to break through the obstacle. He chose to swim to the left, which was also when he and Ratliff started the pick-and-roll tactics. At the moment, Louis M. Lore on the right ran to the top of the arc.

Mo Mengchen took away the defender, and the ball came to Luoer.

"Shh!"

3:2.

"hateful!"

Childress held the ball again, still playing hard one-on-one.

"I SO!"

He shouted, just like the first round, trying to push Mo Mengchen away, and he did it.

Mo Mengchen's strength and weight were a big problem, he couldn't even withstand Childress' first charge.

But he didn't shake off Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen followed behind him all the time. Childress was afraid of his height, so he was a bit soft. The height of 197 cm was not for display. Just when he was thinking about how to avoid the chasing cap, Ratliff suddenly appeared and met with him. Mo Mengchen defended together and built an extremely tight defense.

In a panic, Childress missed the ball and went out of bounds.

"You will never have such good luck next time!"

Childress lightly bumped Mo Mengchen, and said arrogantly, "The car whose warranty period expires should be declared scrapped, and I'll throw you into the trash."

Although his trash talk was powerful, Mo Mengchen never looked at him.

"Theo, you came at the wrong time, you made a mistake."

Ratliff was about to explain.

"Your ability to block shots is unmatched. You can wait for him to make a shot. Blocks hurt more than mistakes, remember."

"Next time pay attention to the time."

"When he comes to this position, you make another shot."

Mo Mengchen stepped on a line.

There was another ugly word, which he didn't say.

If our opponent is not blind, he has already sent an assist for your eager defense just now.

Thanks to that blind mad dog across the way.

"The point guard of the Detroit Pistons, the name of this year's No.18 rookie in the first round"

Heinsohn groaned inwardly.

It's so fucking hard to read!
"This kid is good. His defense just now reminds me of John Stockton. The whole process is full of calculations, like a conspiracy."

"Can your leg that has been disabled three times still move? I don't think so. You're going to die soon, you know?"

Before Childress' trash talk was finished, the pick-and-roll came again.

Exactly the same tactics as last round.

Ratliff picked and rolled, and Childress' defense collapsed. He was only 180 cm tall, and once he fell into the wall, it was difficult to extricate himself.

"Watch out for that shooter!"

Childress sees Lol as a shooter.

I'm not a fucking shooter!

Mo Mengchen still gave the ball to Lol, but this time he ran straight to the right corner. Two players from the Pistons double-teamed Lol at the top of the arc, but before the double-team was fully formed, Lore's ball has already flown to Mo Mengchen in the bottom corner.

Mo Mengchen grabbed the ball with one hand and looked down, it was just outside the three-point line.

Hold your breath, squat down, jump up, and use your three fingers one by one to draw a beautiful arc in the air.

The ball flew slowly along the planned line.

"Shh!"

"Mo Mengchen!"

6:2.

"The same tactic played two tricks."

Heinsohn was no longer obsessed with Mo Mengchen's name: "I have to say, this young man has caught my attention."

"His running position just now is very similar to Reggie Miller!" Wharton started.

It should be known that the parties involved are at the scene.

Seeing the team being sacked 6-2, Miller wanted to take off his clothes and play: "What the hell are you playing? Call me back!"

At this moment, Childress faced a severe choice.

Do you want to continue with SOLO?This is a problem.

Mo Mengchen was standing in front of him, his defense was the same as at the beginning, with a non-threatening appearance.

"I come!"

Another guard, Floyd, stood up, set up a pick and roll for Childress, opened up the ball, started it directly, and attacked Mo Mengchen in a misplaced manner.

They all thought that Mo Mengchen was a soft persimmon.

Mo Mengchen caught a glimpse of Ratliff behind him from the corner of his eye. He cooperated with the opponent's footsteps and unloaded his strength at the right time. Floyd wanted to borrow some strength from Mo Mengchen at last, but he failed. He didn't try his best to jump up. Meet Ratliff's blood cap in the air.

In an instant, Mo Mengchen had already received the rebound, and what did the audience see?
Tang Reid ran quickly with his hairy legs, and Mo Mengchen was on the spot, clearly seeing the opponent's figure, and he made an unexpected pass.

Grab the ball backwards with one hand and throw it upwards with all your might.

"This ball!"

"The orange pass danced like a butterfly and Don Reed scored a touchdown!"

"8 to 2!"

"Pacers requested a timeout!"

"Detroit's 8 points at the start are all related to No. 12!"

"Who is this 22-year-old young man?"

Off the court, Pacers coach William Morgan was furious: "Did you play with your brains? I saw a group of mentally retarded players playing on the court!"

Other things aside, Mo Mengchen agreed with this sentence, if he heard it.

"I don't want to see you play clumsy heads-ups again. We have an absolute advantage inside. Give the ball to the inside and smash Detroit's penalty area!"

As for the Pistons, Lynch is still the hands-off shopkeeper.

This is his plan, he just wants to see how far Mo Mengchen can bring this team.

"The best point of your opening game is to trust Mo unconditionally, so we took a 6-point lead, keep it up, and trust each other."

Lynch yelled.

After the timeout ended, Mo Mengchen asked before playing, "Coach, why?"

Lynch smiled lightly: "The summer league is a stage for young people to give full play."

He is right, because they are all young people, and most of them are stragglers. The summer league is often fought on its own, and there are no good tactics.

However, this does not mean that summer league coaches will delegate power to players.

They will still control the game.

In fact, the starting point of many NBA coaches is the summer league. If they can control this group of recruits in the summer league, it will be a plus in the eyes of many teams.

Summer League means freedom, and freedom means chaos, and it takes a coach with finesse to control a chaotic team.

Does he trust me to control this team?
Mo Mengchen thought to himself.

Childress hoped to follow the coach's instructions and obediently give the ball to the inside.

But their coach didn't tell him that his opponent would release him three meters after the timeout ended.

"cast!"

"cast!"

"cast!"

The fans of Rocky Mountain were furious, and they didn't vote for three meters?
"Is this trash?"

"Shoot!"

Childress also wanted to shoot, but he shot 15% from the [-]-point line in the NCAA, which is shorter than the NBA. How can he have the confidence to shoot in this situation?
"hateful!"

It was Childress who was sad, but the head coach off the court was angry.

Morgan took Childress for two weeks. He knows the rookie's shooting skills very well. It's true that he doesn't make any baskets. In this case, he is expected to make this three-pointer.
If there is love in the sky, the sky is also old, staring at the basket for ten seconds.

Finally, Childress made a shot under the boos of the audience.

"boom!"

It's a long backboard!

Childress stared wide-eyed. Normally, he would take the initiative to go up to grab the rebound, but now he can no longer think about it, and the terrifying atmosphere crushed his will.

He had a chance to get a rebound in front of Mo Mengchen, but he just stood there and waited for the ball to fly over.

As long as you take the initiative, we will have a story to happen. ——The ball said to Childress.

Childress stood there like an idiot, but Mo Mengchen caught up. He pushed the ball to the backcourt, and then chased after him swiftly.

Outside the three-point line, Mo Mengchen held the ball, and there was no one in all directions.

He doesn't need reminders from fans.

He picked up the ball and shot it straight out.

As soon as the ball rose into the air, his hands were already closed, and he turned and ran back.

"Shh!"

"OH~~~~~!"

"Unreasonable! This is too unreasonable!"

Heinsohn yelled, "He almost wasted a good opportunity!"

Walton said excitedly: "But he made the audience forget that this is just a summer league!"

Childress dribbled the ball in front of Mo Mengchen like a walking dead.

Mo Mengchen stepped back three meters, slowly.

Then, he opened his hands and looked at his opponent.

The nightmare reappeared.

"cast!"

"cast!"

"cast!"

The fans at the scene knew that he couldn't make the shot, but they still gave such a signal.

"Vote, I let you vote!" This was the first time Mo Mengchen spoke to Childress tonight, "Are you going to vote or not? Only trash can let go of such an opportunity!"

With a look of despair on his face, Childress missed the shot while the head coach kept exclaiming "NO~~~~~".

The atmosphere on the field showed a one-sided trend.

The fans themselves are neutral, and the performance of the players makes them take a stand.

Even Miller stopped cheering for the team.

He stared at Mo Mengchen, and asked the people around him: "Where the hell did the number 12 of the Piston come from?"

(End of this chapter)