You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 375

Mo Mengchen stared at Hill and asked tentatively, "Why don't you make another three-pointer?"

Hill showed panic, quickly shook his head and said, "Let me do anything, except three-pointers!"

Seeing him like this, Mo Mengchen didn't know whether to lament that he had self-knowledge, or to blame him for being too cowardly.

If you don't even dare to take on the responsibility yourself, how can you make a bold move in the face of the enemy's empty defense at the critical moment?
How can we become fearless?
It's very simple, try to do everything you are not good at every game, and most importantly, don't avoid it.

Hill chose to escape, which made Mo Mengchen feel disappointed in him, but it was also the right choice, because he was indeed inaccurate in shooting. Since he was inaccurate in shooting, it was natural to avoid shooting.

But there will always be some unavoidable times on the field, and the enemy will force you to make unavoidable choices. This is the game.

"Mo, what can you do with such a defense?"

Harper took the initiative to provoke, he knew that Mo Mengchen was alone and helpless now.

Barkley was busy competing with Rodman, Hill was suppressed by Pippen, Houston was a little brother in front of Jordan, and he was the only competitive person.

The reason why the game between the Bulls and the Pistons will be very difficult is because of his existence.

In the eyes of the Bulls, everyone combined is not as dangerous as Mo Mengchen.

Because everyone else is living in the shadow of the Bulls, except for him, he only thinks about beating the Bulls, and the Bulls' five championships can't make him feel awed.

If anything, those five rings made him even more hungry for the title.

Rings make people great.

In nothingness, Harper's defense has no flaws.

With a low center of gravity and focus on the left and right sides, no defense is more standard than this, and his movements are textbook level.

His weakness lies in his age, which has taken away his agility and speed. As long as Mo Mengchen is willing, he can easily break through Harper, relying on speed alone.

This is just a regular season, and he can't make the Bulls wary. Therefore, he chooses to call tactics, even if his teammates seem impossible to run a neat tactic under such a defense.

Houston ran with all his strength, trying to find a space to shoot. He was suppressed by Jordan, but he had no fear in his heart. His demons had long since disappeared. Unlike Hill, he was suppressed by Jordan entirely out of strength. The difference in human strength, not any other reason.

He ran very hard, but Mo Mengchen didn't pass the ball, even if his chance presented itself.

That position is not good, if you pass the ball, there is a high chance of being intercepted.

Their opponent was the Bulls, and he couldn't hold the idea that the opponent might not touch the ball. There was a voice in his heart that the pass would definitely be missed.

So the ball was still in Mo Mengchen's hands, but the attack time was less than ten seconds.

"You can only rely on yourself," Harper said, "Only you can rely on yourself."

"Then what are you doing here?" Mo Mengchen's voice sank, and he suddenly turned around, drifting and swiftly. Harper couldn't imagine that Mo Mengchen's straight line speed was so fast, but his turning movements were so sharp and swift, which was too contradictory.

Mo Mengchen turned around like a flat boat on the river, gently shaking Harper.

The old Harper couldn't react, Mo Mengchen stepped inward, and made a sudden stop at the free throw line to throw.

"Shh!"

26 is better than 42
Mo Mengchen turned around and said to Harper: "Since you are the only one who can be relied on, why didn't you stay in the Knights and be the boss, instead you came to Chicago to be a coolie without dignity?"

"No dignity? You are wrong!" Harper said, "These three years in Chicago were the most dignified time in my life. I relied on myself to gain a firm foothold in the best team in history. I Proud of that.”

Mo Mengchen didn't continue, he always felt that the Pistons lacked something.

The Bulls can make Harper, a player who has proven himself to be the leader of a team in other teams, surrender himself and become a defensive coolie, and he has no regrets and is very proud.

What about the piston?How long did it take Barkley to turn into a blue-collar player?He is not a real blue-collar now, maybe he will not be able to become a full-time blue-collar in his life.

This is one, what else is missing?Mo Mengchen couldn't tell, but he knew that compared to the bulls, they still lacked something.

Those are the things that differentiate the Bulls from other teams.

The offense resumed, Jordan missed a jumper, Rodman took turns to grab the rebound, desperately grabbed the rebound from Barkley, and passed it back to Jordan behind him.

In order to fight for the rebound, Houston went back to the inside and left Jordan unattended on the high ground.

The trapeze shot open, he really didn't feel right now, and he missed such a good opportunity.

Rodman rushed again, one against three, and he still had the upper hand. If Barkley hadn't finally slapped him out of bounds, it would be hard to say who would get the rebound after such a waste of time.

The commentator at the scene said this: "Charles once said that if he puts his energy on the rebound, like Dennis, he can do better than the opponent. Looking at it now, he obviously can't do it."

"Yes, there is no excuse, he played less than Dennis, he was younger than Dennis, he was bigger than Dennis, he had almost every advantage, but Dennis just did better than him! "

The commentator's comments will affect Barkley, but Mo Mengchen is unable to enlighten him now. This is not his job. It is Hill's job to take care of everyone. He is his mother.

Mom is considerate.

Because of Hill's loss, Mo Mengchen took on double jobs tonight. He was tired, worried, and confused because the score difference was too big.

His worries come both on and off the field.

He was still thinking about St. Lucifer.

Hill took the ball from the outside, Mo Mengchen turned around and disappeared into the crowd at the same time as Harper.

He can't think wildly, he must have a clear direction.

Leave things off the field for now.

During this process, Mo Mengchen suddenly slammed into Harper hard, knocking him to the ground, he had to wake up, the referee did not take any action against his collision.

It was a foul, no doubt about it.

But he is no longer a rookie who needs to be intimidated by referees. Now Mo Mengchen is one of Detroit's top cards, a new star touted by the league, and the biggest sign in the NBA besides Jordan. His ability is not as good as that of O'Neal, Penny Hill, etc. people, but his off-court influence surpasses these people.

The strength of the entertainment industry is really not comparable to that of the NBA, and Ethan is an unstoppable music supernova.

Therefore, although he is just an ordinary All-Star player, he gets the bias of a superstar-like referee.

In this collision, Mo Mengchen perfectly took advantage of the referee's favoritism, knocked Harper down and ran out of space.

Outside the three-point line, people arrive and the ball arrives.

Mo Mengchen shot a three-pointer and turned around immediately after landing. At that time, the ball was still in the air.

Unlike those who turned around early after shooting and kept looking at the ball because they were worried about causing embarrassment, Mo Mengchen really turned around without looking back.

"Shh!"

29 is better than 42
"Why does this guy explode every time he hits us?" Jordan looked angrily, and directly got angry at Harper, "Ron, what the hell are you doing? You were knocked to the ground by him!"

What can Harper say?Mo Mengchen's strength is improving rapidly, if you don't believe me, go and watch it?
He is a veteran. When the boss of the team criticizes you, it is not necessarily to criticize you, but to express his attitude through you.

"Stop that bastard!" Jordan yelled.

"Indeed, he exploded every time he hit us." Pippen looked at Hill playfully, "That's the difference between those two."

"Come on, old man!"

Harper faced Mo Mengchen with the ball behind his back, and he had a chance to recover the debt just now.

"You were fouling just now!" Harper said angrily.

"If the referee doesn't blow the whistle, it's fine. Who told you that you can't make him blow the whistle?" At this moment, Mo Mengchen stepped forward to stick to Harper's body, and his shot was another ball that was on the verge of fouling.

Harper was mad, this is Jordan-level treatment.

Only Jordan can take out the ball so recklessly without worrying about the referee's whistle. If any referee who doesn't open his eyes blows the whistle, the trapeze will give the opponent an eye of death, and from that second on, Jordan will never again The referee's mouth heard any whistle directed at him.

This is why there must be three referees on the field, not only for the consideration of law enforcement from different angles, but also for the consideration of some soft-footed shrimp who will be frightened by superstars.

It's just that Harper doesn't understand why Mo Mengchen gets such preferential treatment?He was only selected as an All-Star this year!
Just because he sold more jerseys than Jordan?
Just because his sneakers outsell AJ?

Just because he used his spare time to produce a diamond-level album for two consecutive years?

Well, this is really a bit awesome.

Harper's mentality made it difficult for him to hit the back.

Can't push in, can't open the situation, and can only pass the ball in the end. Mo Mengchen considered this and asked Houston to prepare in advance.

When Harper chose to pass the ball, he didn't think too much, because his mind was full of Mo Mengchen.

He is so relaxed.

One cannot be too relaxed, otherwise one will forget to be on guard and vigilant.

Houston, who had been in ambush for a long time, waited for that moment. He shot and scored the first steal of the night. He was about to counterattack when Jordan's face flashed in his eyes. Half a second later, the ball in his hand was captured by the opponent. .

He felt a burning pain in his palm, it was definitely a thug!
But he can't expect the referee to call Jordan a thug for him, not to mention that the thug is not obvious, and most of Jordan's palms hit the ball.

Then, the next second.

Jordan rushed to the basket with a stride, flying in the air, pulling the bar left and right to cause Ratliff's foul, and scored.

"Michael!!!"

The fans at the scene stood up frantically. This man has been like a day for more than ten years, and he can bring the best performance at the United Center every night.

Jordan turned around, his gaze was terrifying, the aura brought by five champions was enough to overwhelm everyone, Ratliff took the initiative to back away from his position.

Mo Mengchen stood in the paint area, seeing Jordan walking towards him and passing by.

The two didn't say a word, but the two completely different auras collided together.

"Tonight, you don't want to win." Jordan said coldly.

"Sorry," Mo Mengchen said slowly, "We didn't come all the way here to lose."

(End of this chapter)