You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 273 Exhausted
In order to help the Pistons out, the team's owners, sponsors, and large and small shareholders will all come to the game site in Game3.

Such a large ostentation is rare.

In order to stimulate their opponents, the fans at the scene did not hesitate to take out the game posters of the bad boys who eliminated the Bulls consecutively.

Some posters even read: "History will repeat itself!"

Mo Mengchen didn't know if this stimulated the Bulls, but he was sure that it inspired the fighting spirit of Jordan and Pippen, and the kindness of the fans did not help.

Strong opponents do not intend to leave a little chance for the Pistons.

In the first quarter, Jordan showed off his offensive skills: cut out catch jump shots, low backs, and breakthroughs with the ball on the left and right wings.

He demonstrated all the skills that a scoring champion should possess.

Pippen and Rodman were also much calmer than in the previous game, and they no longer made unnecessary fouls. Everyone only did the right thing, because they knew very well that as long as they didn't make mistakes, the Pistons would have no chance at all.

"It's not okay to go on like this. We can't drag the game to the third quarter."

Little Du La was in the stands, and said very worriedly.

Standing beside him, Solon said flatly, "There is no hope of winning."

"If you really think so, why are you here?" Little Doula asked angrily.

Solon laughed and said, "Look at him losing."

In the second quarter, Mo Mengchen wanted to boost the team's morale, but it was not easy because their opponents focused their defense on him.

Barkley wanted to play in the low post, and the Bulls took it easy. They no longer let Rodman defend Barkley.

Barkley can kill anyone, but he can't kill Rodman, because Rodman dodges.

10 points, 12 points, 15 points.

With 4 minutes left in the first half, the point difference came to 15 points.

Just like a replica of the last game, this time the Bulls are in control of the situation, and they are very likely to take the lead in the first half to establish the victory.

Then, what about their opponents?
Barkley couldn't kill in the low post, Alan Houston continued to be blown up, and other points could not provide fire support. Jordan made a long-range shot from outside the three-point line, then stormed the Pistons' restricted area and successfully dunked Ratliff. The atmosphere at the scene reached its lowest point.

What else can I do?
Mo Mengchen looked at Jordan who fell from the sky - he was flying.

One of the things he dreams about is that one day he can fly like Jordan, although his idol Larry Bird has never experienced this feeling.

This is Bird's flaw, his talent is so difficult to change.

Mo Mengchen is different. Although his system can't make him soar into the sky, as long as he perseveres and takes time, it is not impossible.

Why am I so looking forward to the feeling of flying in the air and playing ball?

Just like before the aircraft was manufactured, human beings also longed to fly in the air.

Obviously can't grow wings, why do human beings stare at the sky?

Mo Mengchen dribbled the ball across half court, then pulled up and scored an unreasonable three-pointer at the top of the arc in front of Ron Harper.

Every teammate is watching him.

He said loudly: "If we are destined to lose, I also hope that we lose openly; if we really can't win, then I hope that all of us will do our best; don't leave regrets, don't give up hope!"

"YES!"

Hill clutched his hands, grinding the floor with his feet, and the harder the game got, the more he hated himself.

Dumars sat silently. Although Hill was the top card of the team, Mo Mengchen had already become the leader. He may not be the strongest, but he must be the best one.

Strong personality charm, unquestionable prestige, all-out game style
He will become extremely powerful.

Dumas is convinced.

For three consecutive rounds, Mo Mengchen made three-pointers from three angles.

Especially for the last ball, he ran out of a scalpel tactic, with him as the main player. The final opportunity appeared in the bottom corner. When Jordan defended in front of him, he could only choose a three-pointer with a negative angle.

Note that this three-pointer was shot with the left hand.

Then what happened?At a negative angle, he shot like the best three-pointer at the top of the arc, not bad at all, not biased at all, and shot it into the basket smoothly.

"We're catching up!"

Vinier Johnson growled loudly, agitated.

"I don't see any idiot saying your left hand is not a threat."

Jordan reached out to his enemy.

Mo Mengchen sat on the ground, without the good intentions of the leader, put his hands on the floor, stood up and said, "I won't shake hands with you until the series is over."

"In that case, okay." After Jordan said, fighting spirit emerged on his face.

At halftime, the Pistons went from 15 points behind to 6 points.

莫蒙尘在上半场的最后4分钟连得12分，半场砍下20分5篮板5助攻。

"Once he finds his touch, scoring becomes easy for him," Johnson said. "I've always said that Dor. Mo is a more dangerous shooter than Reggie Miller. This is true for the number of shots, the number of hits, the percentage of hits, and even the performance at critical moments. I will stick to this point of view and refuse any refutation."

The third quarter of The Bull's Death came as promised.

Ultra-high-intensity defense, perfect confrontation and small moves on the edge of fouls, plus four defensive elites and a diligent big center.

Mo Mengchen had envisioned many possibilities. He had a hunch that the team would have a big ups and downs in the third quarter, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

In a one-sided crash, the Bulls scored 16 points just by counterattacking.

The points he had worked so hard to get back were beaten back with profit at the end of the third quarter.

A 20-point deficit against the Bulls is a devastating blow to any team.

Enough to give up on the game.

Mo Mengchen continued to lead the team to chase points. The Bulls' strict defense made it difficult for him to get a comfortable shot. He only relied on breakthroughs and mid-range shots.

Giving up the three-pointer, he showed the mid-range.

Then, the difference slowly narrowed.

But the gap of 20 points is too big, and their defense has not reached the point where the Bulls can not score for a long time.

Therefore, although they have been chasing points and have never given up, from the first second of the fourth quarter to the second after the end, there is no hope of winning.

Mo Mengchen and his teammates tried their best to chase the point difference to 10 points.

The game is over.

The moment the final whistle sounded, Mo Mengchen sat on the ground.

Played 40 minutes, scored 31 points, 13 rebounds and 10 assists. A triple-double couldn't bring victory, got a triple-double but couldn't see any hope of winning, got a triple-double but lost 10 points in the end.

He has no energy left.

"What else can we expect from him?"

"He did his best."

"If someone who isn't good at scoring gets the team's highest score in such a critical game, it only means that something is wrong with others."

"We are the best scoring team this season. Dor.Mo's scoring average can only rank fourth in the team, but he is the highest scoring player in the team tonight."

"What the hell happened to the others?"

Mo Mengchen sat on the ground and took a few breaths. Suddenly, he saw Hill standing in front of him and stretched out his hand.

Sitting on the ground for a few minutes, Mo Mengchen was not depressed, only stressed.

He wanted to cause trouble for the Bulls, and even wanted to win another game, but after tonight's game, he found that the difficulty of this matter was far beyond his imagination.

The team isn't mature enough, and neither is he.

They are not used to such a great defensive intensity of the Bulls, and they are not used to playing against opponents of this level until the last second. Alan Houston was reduced to a plaything like a folded ear cat in front of Jordan.
Hill can't play yet.

After the Game2 battle, the Bulls have put away their contempt.

In every next game, they will go all out.

They were the ones who inspired the opponents. They were the ones who let the Bulls know that they couldn't win the series with a lazy attitude. They were the ones who pushed the war button.

"I've decided," Hill said.

Don't say that, don't!

"I'll be back in the next game," Hill said.

damn it!
Mo Mengchen fixed his eyes on Hill: "You think we can't do it?"

"I can't just sit on the sidelines and watch the show. I can play. I know I can. I have played dozens of regular season games with this situation. As long as I am careful, I will definitely not be able to finish this series. question!"

The firmness in Hill's eyes and the determination in his tone made Mo Mengchen give up all his rhetoric.

Mo Mengchen walked forward without looking back: "I am not your parents, nor your family, nor your friend. It is your business that you are willing to bet on these few games in the future."

Is there any other way to stop that idiot?

I tried my best, in order to cause trouble for the Bulls, in order to show the team's muscles, stalking, persisting to the end, fighting so weakly, and finally aroused Hill's fighting spirit?
Ha ha.

Mo Mengchen didn't know what he was laughing at, he just wanted to laugh.

So fucking ironic.

That night, he came home and held Ephraim in his arms.

In bed, he didn't want to move at all.

Just one doubt: "I don't know what to do."

Ephraim had never seen him look so dazed: "Is Grant sure to come back?"

"Once an idiot with no opinions makes up his mind, I won't be able to persuade ten of them to come back." Mo Mengchen said, "So, yes."

Ephraim leaned into his arms and said, "But you will find a way to stop him, right?"

Mo Mengchen closed his eyes and did not answer.

What happened tonight had left him exhausted.

He fell asleep quickly, and it was easy to escape from reality. Get yourself drunk, or take a nap, and when you wake up, you will find that those entanglements and pains yesterday will fade a lot.

It should be noted that this method is not effective for glass hearts.

The next day, Grant Hill announced that he had passed the inspection and was expected to return in Game4.

As soon as the news came out, the Motor City cheered.

That afternoon, Hill participated in the team's joint training, but the effect was not good, because he had not participated in the team's joint training for many days.

To test Hill's status, Collins organized a test match.

Mo Mengchen kept attacking Hill, scoring on him, finding ways to hit him, suppress him, and talk trash frequently.

Hill was blown, but that didn't affect his resolve.

"Even if you play in this state, you are just a burden. What are you doing when you come back?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Hill ignored Mo Mengchen's trash talk and said instead: "Don't worry, I will make adjustments."

(End of this chapter)