You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 34
Hill sat on the sidelines drinking a drink prepared for him by a physical trainer.

Sitting next to him, whistle in hand, Dumars said, "How do you feel after such a bad quarter?"

Hill sipped his drink to himself.

"I didn't beat him badly, it was Lynch who beat me badly," Hill said. "He was beaten badly by Mo."

"And how do you feel about Mo?" Dumas asked.

"He doesn't seem to be the same as before."

Hill didn't know how to say it. After all, he only played against Mo Mengchen once in college, but he was very impressed by that game. At that time, Mo Mengchen was not like what he is now, and he liked to hold the whole team firmly. In the palm of your hand.

But what surprised him the most today was Mo Mengchen's attitude towards Houston.

Even though Houston is a new star that the team relies heavily on, he did not give up the ball. He gave Houston an unquestionable and undisputed attitude-you have to run if you want the ball, and you have to integrate into us, not us into you!

He's a team player.

Hill is also a team player, but he has never been like Mo Mengchen, who forcibly made a willful one-egg team like Houston stand up.

"As long as we move the ball properly, after four passes, the shot will come."

This is Hill in college. He is a player who is keen to provide services to his teammates. His mentor, Coach K, said that he lacks killer instinct and the awareness to stand up in times of crisis.

This somewhat weak way of playing has indirectly affected his philosophy of life as a player.

He is also a team player, but he has a completely different team style from Mo Mengchen.

"You know what I saw?" Dumars asked.

Hill looked at this thick-headed and thick-faced Piston Legend who was thick all over his body. He didn't know if he was fat or strong.

"It's weird to say that, but I see prestige."

"I've been in Detroit since 85, but Detroit has never had a player like him," Dumars said. His prestige."

Hill said: "You only mentioned the players, he should remind you of someone, right?"

"Yes."

Dumars laughed: "He reminds me of Chuck Daly."

Daly, a name that cannot be ignored in the 80s, the creator of Jordan's rules, the commander of the bad boy army, walked through the most competitive period of the Magic Bird God to lead the team in the NBA, the devil who won the championship twice, and also the preacher Generally speaking, the coach of the Dream Team who let the world know "what the best basketball is like" perfectly integrated a group of historical stars. In Atlanta in 1992, he showed the real basketball to the world.

"He has no roots here. I don't know why he dared to resist Alan's orders. Isn't he afraid of being squeezed out by other old guys?" Hill said.

"No root and no source? No, those rookies are obedient to him, and Doug also thinks highly of him."

"However, this is not the confidence for him to act like this. He will do it regardless of these factors."

Hill stood up and asked, "Joe, don't you feel nervous?"

"Nervous? Why?" Dumas asked with a smile.

"The better he does, the less secure your position is," Hill said.

"The old guy will leave one day." Dumas said, "I'm ready."

In the second quarter, Mo Mengchen gave Loll a perfect opportunity at the beginning. If it wasn't for Lekner who tried his best to block him with a foul, this would be a top ten match.

This is also the first time anyone has been to the free throw line in this matchup.

Then a strange thing happened.

Before hitting the free throw line, Lore, Reid, and Ratliff surrounded Mo Mengchen.

"Shoot the ball in."

"Don, try to force Grant to take long shots. If you can't stop his breakthrough, make more use of Theo's defense."

Finally, he said to Ratliff: "You are the backbone of all of us, and your defense is critical."

"Don't worry!" Ratliff said firmly.

"Hey, come and make a free throw!" Houston grumbled.

Their small meeting was over, and Mo Mengchen stood aside.

This move caught the attention of the coaching staff.

"What's going on?" Collins asked.

This Lynch is very clear: "It seems to be a habit of Mo."

"Habit?" Collins said.

Lynch said: "Every time before a free throw, Mo will call everyone to his side for a simple communication."

"Interesting." The more Collins looked at Mo Mengchen, the more interesting he became, but he was also a little worried, "This guy is really interesting."

Funny guys usually don't look good.

It is not Mo Mengchen's habit to have a meeting before the free throw. No, it should be said that this is the habit of the original owner of this body.

Mo Mengchen accepted the original owner's body, and naturally also accepted his memories. Those good and bad memories belong to him now.

Mo Mengchen was born in Australia since he was a child, and the basketball there is only two words: brutal.

They advocate confrontation and like hand-to-hand combat. Unless there is bleeding, there are not many fouls in a game. I don’t know who started it. Before the free throw, they called everyone to each other to report the situation, who needs help, and who has any problems. To improve, talk to each other.

Then the tradition was passed down.

Every basketball teenager who grew up in Australia has this habit.

Mo Mengchen felt that this method was very good. It was equivalent to using a timeout on the field that does not count the number of timeouts. Therefore, before each free throw, he would stand outside the three-point line, and Lore and others would walk towards him.

This has become an unspoken rule.

Standing next to them, Houston felt left out.

"What did you just say?" Houston asked.

"If you're interested, you can come over next time." Mo Mengchen said.

"Who the hell is interested? Are you coaches?" Houston muttered.

Lol made two free throws, and then Hill began to dominate the performance. At this moment, the evil spirit in his body possessed the flesh.

According to Mo Mengchen's instructions, Rhett forced Hill to shoot from a long distance, so he took a few steps deliberately.

It's not that Hill doesn't have long-range shots, but he is unstable. Compared with his breakthroughs, his long-range shots are less threatening.

Mo Mengchen thought a little less. Hill's long-range shot was not good because the intensity of the official match was far stronger than it is now. In this duel match, both sides did not give their best. Therefore, Hill pulled up and shot.

He has no pressure and hits the ball directly.

Mo Mengchen wanted to help Reid get back, and deliberately made a tactic for him, but Hill saw it through, intercepted him halfway, and rode thousands of miles alone to score a fast break dunk.

The point difference began to shrink rapidly, and Hill surpassed everyone on the field by a level.

"Is it time to give it to me?" Houston called.

"Do you only think about heads-up? Pick and roll for me!" Mo Mengchen shouted.

Damn rookie, how dare you talk to me like that!

Houston ran up to the first block and split the slash directly. His position was too good, Momo dust passed behind him and passed it across.

"no!"

Seeing that the arc was wrong, Mo Mengchen took the lead in making a prediction—sure enough, Houston missed the shot, but Mo Mengchen jumped into the air, tapped the ball with his left hand, and lightly tapped the ball back.

"Back to defense!"

Mo Mengchen shouted loudly.

"Don, stick close to him! Don't be afraid of his breakthrough, hand him over to Theo!" Mo Mengchen shouted.

"Do your homework, you stupid pig!"

Houston was inexplicably slammed, and he was wronged. He is a third-year veteran, and this rookie went crazy without playing a regular season.

The intensity of the game has increased, and it looks more like a regular season.

"Interesting."

Hill's lightning step trampled Reid's defense directly under his feet, and he started like a wild beast. When he jumped up, Ratliff felt that Thor was on Hill's body. The gushing momentum was amazing. .

"BOOM~~!"

"Nice!"

Hunter, who was suppressed by Mo Mengchen for the entire game, roared out of control.

"Mo"

"Do not blame you!"

Luo Er said: "Do you want to double-team him?"

"No!"

"Don't miss his three points!"

Michael Curry's three-point shooting rate is 40%. This is a purer shooter. If it is double-teamed, it is exactly what Hill wants.

"That's it!"

"But... I can't guard against him."

Mo Mengchen said: "No one can guard against him."

Hilga made a free throw.

"It's only 7 points away, rookies." Hill laughed, "Cheer up!"

Mo Mengchen walked to the basket and let Ratliff serve.

Houston really felt excluded. If he didn't move, Mo Mengchen wouldn't even look at him. If he made a wrong move, not only would he lose the ball, but he would also be scolded.

He suddenly missed Don Cheney very much, how good the previous coach was.

Defensive iron and blood - blind base domineering defense.

The offense is also very methodical and won the hearts of the people-blindly fighting.

I don't know what kind of basketball Collins will play, but Houston already knows how Mo Mengchen will play. This is a control freak who doesn't follow his routine, and there will be no good results.

"How long do you want to stay there in a daze?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Houston has become numb, he no longer cares about Mo Mengchen's tone, and he no longer cares whether the other party scolded him, let alone his identity, he just obeys the other party's orders, runs over, and picks and rolls.

However, Mo Mengchen didn't use his pick-and-roll, and suddenly changed direction and went the other way without the pick-and-roll.

Curry rushed directly to double-team.

Mo Mengchen dribbled the ball faster and faster, and suddenly turned back to explore the moon and went straight to Houston.

Outside the three-point line, CIC Wang burst into tears—he finally passed the ball to me!
"Shh!"

"In the end, you still have to rely on me, you arrogant rookie! Do you know how powerful I am?" Houston shouted at the top of his voice.

"Defend me well, you CP!" Mo Mengchen roared.

As soon as Houston opened, it signaled that the blue team no longer had a chance.

Although Hill is strong, he can't stand against the sky alone. The rest of the blue team is in a bad state, and everyone on the red team seems to be able to score, including Houston, if he is willing to play well according to Mo Mengchen's instructions.

(End of this chapter)