You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 33
Laikner's explosive power cannot be compared with Ratliff's, and the gap between the two is obvious from the jump ball.

Ratliff easily beat Laikner, and Mo Mengchen took the ball and advanced.

"Mo, I'm here!"

The man defending Houston was Michael Curry. He felt that he could eat Curry raw, so he wanted the ball decisively.

Mo Mengchen ignored him, and waited until Ratliff went to the high pick-and-roll, borrowed the wall built by his body, passed Hunter steadily and steadily, and made a pass back, and Ratliff made a mid-range shot-without a doubt. up.

"You didn't even pass the ball to me!" Houston's eyes widened.

"That's not a good opportunity." After Mo Mengchen finished speaking, he started to defend Lynch Hunter from the whole court.

This is something that no one else expected, because Mo Mengchen is not fast. To defend a defender like Hunter, the first thing to do is to stabilize the center of gravity, ensure that the defensive position is not lost, and then consider other things, and now he comes up. Sticking to the opponent, completely ignoring the consequences that Hunter might throw him far away with an acceleration.

"Rookie, are you trying so hard?"

Hunter thought that Mo Mengchen was thin and his strength must be far inferior to him, so he bumped up confidently, and the result was shocking.

Mo Mengchen's body did not show the characteristics of his strong strength, but after this collision, Hunter knew that the opponent's strength was higher than his own.

When he reacted and wanted to win with speed, Mo Mengchen had already locked his position, and he was forced to put away the ball at halftime.

"Beep!"

"Eight seconds violation!"

Dumas didn't give Hunter a second, and immediately sounded the whistle when the time was up.

"Lynch, you're too poor to be defended by a rookie as an eight-second violation." Curry ran back jokingly.

Hunter's lips twitched. He didn't know how to describe this feeling. He always thought that Mo Mengchen was just a relatively comprehensive big point guard. Because of his terrible injury history, he should be resistant to strength training, but Now a dozen, the situation is far beyond his imagination.

Hill is smiling, the kind that can make people relax: "The Pistons' No. 18 show is always excellent, Lynch, don't underestimate him."

"I didn't." Hunter said.

"Boy, if you don't pass the ball to me later, I..." Houston thought Mo Mengchen was an obedient and sensible rookie at first, but now he sees it is completely different.

This guy is so controlling, he would rather play tactics than pass the ball to him?

"If you try to get out of the box and figure things out on your own, you'll never get my pass."

Facing the CIC champion who is about to shine this season and will be kidnapped by New York next summer, Mo Mengchen did not back down. He fixed his eyes on Houston and said with amazing momentum.

The opponent is just a rookie, Houston is a future star who is highly valued by the team, he shouldn't be afraid, but Mo Mengchen's eyes actually gave him an indescribable panic.

"Tactics?"

Houston swallowed his saliva and forced himself: "When do we have tactics?"

He spoke so loudly that Doug Collins, who was sitting on the mountain watching the tigers fighting, could hear him.

Collins's entire face was covered with black lines: "This guy is too crazy!"

"However, the only one who can tame him is Mo."

Collins' side, Pistons head assistant coach Joe Lynch said.

"After the last Rocky Mountain Summer League, you said he was the future of the team. Do you still think so?" Collins asked.

"I firmly believe in this."

"We have a lot of talented teams, but, whether it's Joe Dumars, Grant Hill, Alan Houston, they don't have the kind of leadership that we know, that can make everyone They are all twisted into one rope, and the leadership is directed to one place, but I see this leadership in Mo."

"It's more valuable than his vision and other abilities he has shown."

As soon as the words fell, Houston obeyed Mo Mengchen's words, hung up the screen, took the ball at the free throw line and made a shot.

It is said that Alan Houston's CIC textbook, if he wants to open a training camp to teach CIC, Mo Mengchen will not let his children sign up.Why?Although his mid-range shot is a textbook standard, the touch and coordination required for this shooting posture are all innate, and it doesn't mean that he can learn it by imitating a posture.

Then it was Hill's show time.

The earliest Jordan successor showed his dazzling light in the first round of holding the ball today.

Don Reed's defensive focus is high, he's heard the rumors about Hill, some say his first step is lightning fast, some say his shot is comparable to Miller - this is obviously a blow - someone It is said that his comprehensiveness can be compared with Larry Bird who has just retired for several years.

Too many people have mentioned him, this proud son from Duke, has his own halo from the moment he entered the league.

Hill's offense has no extra moves, he just dribbles the ball with his right hand, pulls the ball with his left hand and changes direction suddenly, even if you know which way he is going, it is difficult to block him-too fast!

Reid watched the opponent break through from in front of him, but there was nothing he could do. Hill took the ball to the basket and dunked directly.

"See? What tactics do you want? This is the tactics!"

Houston seemed to be trying to get Mo Mengchen's approval. In the past few years, the Pistons have always played this way, relying entirely on the personal performance of the stars.

"The strategy of averaging 28 wins and 54 losses in each season for three years is indeed exquisite."

Mo Mengchen's words made Houston's face turn from red to green.

"Damn rookie, don't underestimate this tactic!" Houston's face was pale.

Houston kept resisting, but his hands and feet obeyed Mo Mengchen's command. In the next set of moves, their performance amazed the coaching staff on the sidelines.

Lorre and Reid set up a double screen for Houston in a high position, and then dismantled it in an orderly manner under Mo Mengchen's command.

At that moment, the blue team didn't know who to guard, and an ordinary double screen actually created three opportunities.

Mo Mengchen passed the ball into the air with a gesture of throwing the ball. Reid took off, held the ball firmly with both hands, aimed at the basket, and smashed it stretched and violently.

"My chances are better!" Houston exclaimed.

"His success rate is higher!" Mo Mengchen said in a deep voice.

Lynch Hunter wanted to break through Mo Mengchen with speed, and he did it, but before he could do it, his body experienced a fierce confrontation.

This confrontation directly caused him to drop the ball. As a result, the man rushed over, but the ball did not.

This kind of defense may be called a foul in an official game, but now it is an intra-team match of the Pistons, and the referee is Dumars, a representative of the Bad Boys. It is impossible for him to blow the whistle on this level of defense.

At the moment of stealing the ball, Reid flew straight up like a deep-sea mad shark smelling blood. Mo Mengchen made a high-altitude long pass leading Reid into the penalty area. After receiving the ball, he dunked directly under the basket succeed.

"damn it!"

Hunter stared at Mo Mengchen, this time he really felt a sense of crisis.

Before that, he was just a substitute for Dumars, but his position was very stable. After a few years when Dumars retired, he would be the starter. Now, the arrival of Mo Mengchen will make this matter a huge change.

Even Dumas, the referee on the sidelines, saw the talent that could not be hidden in Mo Mengchen.

Hunter began to make all kinds of mindless choices.

Strong, suffered a confrontation, entered the basket and was blocked.

In another round, Shen shouldered and elbowed hard, and was called an offensive foul.

Still aggressive, he was frightened by Ratliff's defense and passed the ball, but was predicted by Mo Mengchen to steal the ball halfway through the pass route.

In the first 10 minutes, it was Hunter's mistake.Blocked, foul show.

Due to his brave performance, after one quarter, the blue team fell behind by 15 points.

Although Mo Mengchen didn't score 1 point, he had 4 rebounds and 8 assists. Basically, every score of the red team's positional battle was an opportunity for him to pass, and every counterattack was guided by him.

Although he is not a direct scorer, he is involved in every scoring process.

Houston scored a team-high 12 points. He played easily, but he felt he could play more easily, as long as he passed a few more balls.

He was very annoyed by Mo Mengchen's disobedience, but he couldn't find any faults in the opponent's pass. Every decision was the most correct, and he would find the most confident person.

"Mo, don't you see strengths and weaknesses in your eyes? This is just a confrontation match. They are very relaxed, so they won't screw up their chances, but have you thought about it? The intensity of the official match is ten times stronger than it is now! "

Houston hoped that Mo Mengchen would value him.

"Stupid misconception."

Mo Mengchen directly refuted him: "How many points do you think you can score? How many points do you think you can score per game? How many points do you think we need to win each game?"

"I"

"You know you are strong, so why don't you do what you should do?"

"You stand on the sidelines, which is a headache for the blue team, but you insist on running around and messing up the whole strategy. When it comes to the official game, do you think there will be no problems like this? Can't you take advantage of it?" The restraint of your strong point creates opportunities for our weak point?"

"If we can't play tactics, you can have as many balls as you want!"

"Do you think this game needs it?"

Mo Mengchen's tone became more and more serious, as if a veteran who had played for more than ten years was scolding a rookie.

Houston almost apologized and admitted his mistake. He blushed: "Damn rookie, you have only played a few games? How dare you talk to me like that?"

"I really have nothing to say about CP who has played 155 games but only knows how to fight alone."

Mo Mengchen picked up the water bottle on the ground, turned around, raised his neck, and drank as he walked.

Houston blushed and asked Lore, "What does CP mean?"

"Although I am called by Mo Yi CP three times a day on average, I don't know what that means." Lore spread his hands.

(End of this chapter)