You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 392 Cast!
"Do you have to shoot three-pointers?"

"They released me three meters."

Hill answered Mo Mengchen's question.

"If you can't make the shot, even if they let you go six meters, you shouldn't make the shot. Don't you understand?" Mo Mengchen restrained the anger in his heart. He really wanted to spit on Hill, but doing so would definitely hurt him. Let the guy show up with even greater negativity.

He wanted to do it, but couldn't.

Hill had nothing to say, and remained silent.

After three quarters, the Pistons trailed by 14 points, and the Pacers' defensive strategy against Hill had an effect.

At this critical stage of scoring, Hill continued to attack with the ball, and was released by Mullin for more than three meters. The unbearable Devil Hill made three wide-open three-pointers, all of which were ironed.

78 is better than 64
The Pacers' lead wasn't enough to give them peace of mind, but it was enough to last until the end of the game as long as there wasn't a huge mess.

In the fourth quarter, Hill's opponent became the young Jaylen Rose again.

Rose knows how to piss off his opponents.

Before Hill exploded, Rose said: "It's a pity, if you played like you did tonight, we would have won that championship."

"You'll never win back the college championship," Hill retorted.

"Yeah, but who cares?" Rose sneered, "I only care about the NBA championship, the college championship is nothing?"

Rose spouts trash talk, catches the ball at the free throw line, and releases a jumper as Hill puts him half a meter away.

80 is better than 64
"So far, the point difference has reached 16 points." The commentator on the scene said, "This is a dangerous point difference. If we grasp it well, it is enough to win this game."

Ross was jumping with joy, every body language in his body showed how excited he was.

Mo Mengchen wanted to play fast, and was already behind by 16 points. There was one quarter left in the game. They needed to raise the tempo, increase the number of rounds, and ensure the offensive efficiency as much as possible.

When Mo Mengchen dribbled the ball across half court, he saw Hill asking for the ball in the low post.

This wasn't the offense Mo Mengchen wanted, but Hill stopped taking the ball from beyond the three-point line.

He passes the ball.

I will regret it, right?After Mo Mengchen passed the ball, he muttered to himself.

Hill turned and dribbled the ball sideways, ready to bring the ball to a comfortable shooting spot, and then, bending his body, jumped into the air. It was a standard fadeaway jumper, but his shooting position was too forward.

This shooting position makes his fadeaway unnecessary.

Rose caught up, and before Hill made a shot, he caught up in time and unexpectedly blocked Hill.

The square garden is boiling.

"It's going to be one of the biggest moments to happen to this young man, he blocks Grant Hill!"

Miller picked up the ball and counterattacked quickly, Mo Mengchen couldn't care less, and chased back at full speed, maybe the scene where Hill was blocked was too shocking, people ignored Miller's four meters behind, but caught up with the late course to stop it The person who fought back was Mo Mengchen.

"Tough bastard!"

Miller collects the ball. He is not good at attacking with the ball. He is good at counterattacking with the ball. If someone is in front of him, he has to pass the ball.

"Is he so fast?" Byrd was surprised.

That probably explains why Travis Best can't beat him anymore.

He's tall, strong, anticipating, and has the speed of a smaller man.

How did a guy like that fall to the [-]th pick?
There are seventeen people who are ranked in front of him?Bird became more and more angry. Are the scouts of each team blind?

Hill was blocked, but the Pistons had only Mo Mengchen to return to the defense in time. The second Pacers player who rushed to the frontcourt was Mark Jackson.

He received Miller's pass and saw Mo Mengchen being held back by Miller. He was overjoyed and shot a three-pointer from the top of the arc.

"Shh!"

83 is better than 64
"The Pacers lead by 19 points!"

"The Pistons requested a timeout!"

"Success is Grant Hill, failure is Grant Hill."

"In the two games in Detroit, Hill played like a god wandering in the world. The Pacers couldn't do anything about him. Tonight, his shooting shortcomings were completely exposed. He couldn't make a damn open three-pointer. It was those shameful wastes that gave the Pacers the lead that sealed the game."

"Perhaps we should ask this question: Why can't a player as complete as Hill's skills make open three-pointers?"

"Can you imagine the Pacers giving Dor.Mo that wide open?"

Although the commentator at the scene stood on the side of the Pacers, the content of the commentary was very objective, without leaving anything to say, and all he said were problems that were visible to the naked eye.

Frauses has a difficult decision to make.

Replace Hill.

Hill's current state is too bad, and keeping him on the court will only have side effects, but can he really do this?

Hill is the trump card and core of the team, and he is the most capable person.

Take him down, and the strongest person will no longer be in the formation.

Frouses looked at Hill, and suddenly looked at Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen shook his head.

not change?Frauses didn't expect Mo Mengchen to give such an opinion.

Frauses has always liked Mo Mengchen's rationality. He puts the game first, and treats the matter not the person. As long as he plays badly, anyone will be insulted by him.

This person, of course, includes Hill.

His performance tonight was like a disaster. Compared with the dominant performances that drove the audience in the previous two games, his performance tonight was a full-scale earthquake-like disaster.

Frauses didn't make any substitutions, and Mo Mengchen didn't talk to Hill either.

The meaning of this pause has changed from a major adjustment to a breather for the big guys.

It was like giving up on the game, Frauses did nothing and the personnel were left intact.

"Hill hasn't been replaced yet?"

The commentator at the scene was also shocked.

Mo Mengchen dribbled over.

"It's so cruel, why don't you replace him?" Jackson glanced at Hill and laughed.

Mo Mengchen raised his eyes to look at Jackson, called for tactics and sneered back: "I'm afraid you, the person with the lowest value on the field, are not qualified to say this."

"Who are you talking about?" Jackson asked angrily.

Mo Mengchen passed the ball.

"What else can you do except dribble across the half court?" Mo Mengchen mocked.

Jackson was extremely angry, but he couldn't refute Mo Mengchen. He really had nothing else to do except dribble across the court and shoot some open three-pointers.

Bird completely nullified his tactical position, turning him into an uncreative mover.

He didn't blame Bird, because he also knew that he couldn't beat Mo Mengchen.

It's just that Mo Mengchen's trash talk is too hateful.

Even after trailing by 19 points, the Pistons still ran the ball well, and the Pacers tried their best to defend and piece together.

To tear down the east wall to make up for the west wall can be regarded as keeping up with people.

The most black and humorous scene in the audience also happened in this round.

A vacancy appeared.

The man who got the opening was Hill, and for the Pacers, defense equated to success.

Hill got the ball and was outside the three-point line.

He seemed to be in a daze, not knowing what to do with the ball.

The audience "reminded" him: "Vote!"

"Don't you dare to vote in such a big open space? You bastard!"

"Shoot, Grant!"

"He dare not vote!"

"cast!"

"cast!"

Thousands of words turned into one word: "Vote!"

Hill makes a move.

Desperate three-pointer, missed the basket, missed the net.

It flew out of bounds together with the hope of the Pistons.

"Air Ball!"

Hill had already collapsed, and Mo Mengchen didn't say anything, as if all this should happen.

They were 19 points behind. When they needed to score, Hill kept getting open opportunities. He didn't make a single shot, which greatly satisfied the Pacers' coaching staff.

Presumably, the coaching staff dominated by Bird will be satisfied with this tactic from top to bottom.

Mo Mengchen has decided to let Hill vote to the end.

Throwing him collapsed, throwing him despair, throwing him ignoring the booing of the audience, boldly giving up the open space, passing the ball, throwing him determined to hone his shooting skills in the future.

He has to taste the pain brought by the three-pointer before he can practice the damn three-pointer with this pain.

The Pacers missed a shot and the Pistons had a chance to counterattack.

Mo Mengchen took the rebound, but controlled the rhythm of the game, and then passed the ball to Hill who hadn't stepped into the three-point line.

"What is he doing?"

"Hill can't shoot at all, why pass the ball to him?"

"Is Dor. Mo stupid?"

"cast!"

"cast!"

"cast!"

The shouts at the scene suffocated Hill, and he shot again.

This time, his [-]-pointer hit the rim and popped up, giving the opponent a chance that couldn't have been better to counter.

The point difference came to 23 points.

Frauses called for a timeout again.

Hill sat on the court, as if he could still hear the audience shouting at him again: "Vote!"

Maybe when he falls asleep tonight, he will still be in a dream, dreaming that he is standing outside the three-point line to take the ball, and the opponent releases him three meters.

Then, the audience yelled:
"cast!"

"cast!"

"cast"

　Today, I ask for a monthly ticket and a recommendation ticket.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)