You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 40 Half Three Points, Half Defense

As the game progressed, the biggest problem Mo Mengchen exposed was his inability to defend speed-type defenders.

Blaylock broke through him consecutively in the second quarter, connected with Steve Smith in series, and the Eagles who were originally at a disadvantage began to chase.

At the end of halftime, the Eagles chased the point difference to 4 points.

50 is better than 46
Another problem is his desire to attack. Except for the unreasonable 1-on-0 chasing three-pointer that was complained about, he didn't make any shots.

In the second half, Collins adjusted the lineup slightly.

Mo Mengchen played the second position, Dumars played the first position, this is to deal with Blaylock's breakthrough.

This arrangement led to a result that made Houston angry: he was sitting on the sidelines.

Losing a stable firepower point, but increasing a ball holding point, it is hard to tell whether it is good or bad.

In the second half, the Pistons had three ball-holding points on the field.

"I heard you've had a lot of injuries, why do you still play basketball? I also heard you're a doctor, are you really?"

Suddenly, the opponent becomes a chatterbox.

Mo Mengchen didn't pay attention to him. He was also firm in Augmon's defense, blocking his breakthrough and freeing his three-pointers.

If Hill's three-pointer is no threat in his eyes, then Augmon's three-pointer is a pile of shit. It is better to expect him to score 2+1 in every round than to expect him to score a three-pointer.

Right now, the gap between the two teams is 4 points.

The inside line of the Pistons was also replaced by the starters at the beginning, Thorpe and Mills.

Mo Mengchen squatted at the bottom line, and Thorpe walked towards him slowly.

"Did you know? In fact, my three-pointers are quite accurate, so you better not let me shoot three-pointers later."

Augmon was pressing. Suddenly, Mo Mengchen moved, and Thorpe's cover was extremely solid. This unknown blue-collar always helps the team in these places that are not easy to be noticed.

With his cover, Mo Mengchen got rid of Augmon, cut around the baseline to the right 45-degree three-point line to catch the ball, and scored a three-pointer.

"The second three-pointer from Mo, he scored 6 points!"

"Your shot just now gave me goosebumps." Hill praised Mo Mengchen's ass.

Mo Mengchen didn't accept his praise: "I hope one day, your shooting can make your skin crawl."

The high-achieving student from Duke University complained to his big brother Dumas with a black line on his face at the moment: "That guy is so annoying!"

"It's really time for you to practice three-pointers," Dumars said.

Augmon caught up with Mo Mengchen and complained: "You actually ran tactics when I was not prepared, it's too cunning, I protest!"

"Will you tell me what you want to do?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"Do you think I am you?"

Augmon yelled, "I'm going to catch the ball, drive you through, and layup like you've never seen in your life!"

As soon as the words fell, Augmon borrowed a single-block cover to rush out of the three-point line. After getting the ball, the man defending him became Hill.While Hill didn't receive any defensive awards in his prime to prove himself an elite defender, he was arguably the best defensive wing on the Pistons roster.

Augmon in front of him dribbled the ball without warning, and he circled a very strange arc. As he said, this was the first time Mo Mengchen had seen someone make such a breakthrough.

He passed the defender with a convincing breakthrough, and then split the ball to Steve Smith. The extremely forbearing swingman fired again and made a mid-range shot.

"Did I say it? This is a breakthrough you have never seen before!" Augmon looked at Mo Mengchen proudly.

He really knows how to use his talents.

"It's a wonderful flower," Hill said.

"He will be hurt." Mo Mengchen said suddenly.

"Well?"

Hill turned around.

"Such breakthroughs have severely worn down the knees, and he relies too much on his legs." Mo Mengchen said, "Sooner or later, he will pay the price."

"Are you sure he's going to get hurt this round?" Hill asked.

"No." Mo Mengchen said.

"Then we have to show all our concentration. This guy won't reduce his breakthroughs just because he's prone to injury. You should be able to see that, he's a lunatic!" Hill said.

Mo Mengchen didn't comment, he looked at the score: 53 to 48.

Still squatting at the bottom line, Thorpe didn't come over anymore, he was called away by Dumars' pick-and-roll gesture, Mills was also in the high position, Mo Mengchen was like an abandoned baby.

"It seems that your teammates want to solve the problem alone, is this really good?" Ogmon asked.

Tactics stalled.

Hill gets the ball from beyond the three-point line.

"Joe!"

Mo Mengchen called Dumas, who quickly ran over to hang him.

"Damn bastard, you're doing it again!" Ogmon said angrily.

No one responded to him, and Mo Mengchen's defender was replaced by Blaylock, who was quite prejudiced against him.As soon as he switched defenses, Blaylock spewed nasty trash talk into his ear.

Mo Mengchen ran towards Hill while pointing to the basket.

Hill gave up singles and stuck Smith with his back. The two seemed to have been partners for many years, and they completed the handover handover with a tacit understanding. It was also at the moment when he got the ball that Mo Mengchen made the audience stand up and cheer Dribble behind his back.

Blaylock wanted too much to embarrass Mo Mengchen in Auburn Hills. This was his first game. This is their home court. If you embarrass him in front of this crazy group of fans, this group of fans will remember it forever.

Therefore, he pursued at full speed and continued to pester him.

In any case, he never thought that the excessive speed would also be the reason for the end of the ankle.

He was too fast and exerted too much pressure on the past. After Mo Mengchen took the ball, he pulled the ball from the back of the spot, completely removing his strength, and Blaylock, who had lost his fulcrum, flew out from behind him and fell from the floor. slipped out.

"Mo completed a scalpel-like change of direction dribble on the outside!"

The defender was thrown away, Mo Mengchen dribbled the ball with his left hand, and Hill followed behind him. This was an inevitable dribble, and a soft left-handed layup hit the basket's neck. Hill followed Come in, make up the buckle.

"Fortunately, there is Grant Hill!"

"But that change dribble was really beautiful!"

"Unforgivable!" Houston jumped violently, "You actually wasted a chance to be selected for the top ten goals!"

Mo Mengchen pushed back Houston who almost stepped into the field: "Sit down obediently!"

Houston sat down and was about to explode with anger: "Is no one teaching this damn rookie how to respect a big brother like me? Damn, these rookies are getting smaller and smaller these days!"

"Alan, come, drink some water." Luoer handed the water.

"If only everyone were like you."

Finally, there is a rookie who understands etiquette. There are two lines of clear water in Houston's eyes. I don't know whether it is sweat or tears overflowing from being too moved.

"Why did you miss the layup just now?"

Joe Lynch couldn't figure it out, he had seen Mo Mengchen's left hand before, it was extremely deadly, and it might be more threatening than his right hand.

A turnover might explain the shot, but he doesn't believe it was a turnover.

Except for Lynch, no one cared about Mo Mengchen's missed layup with his left hand, and the game continued.

The eagle's problems are becoming more and more obvious.

Except for Steve Smith, no one could provide steady firepower, and on the side of the Pistons, Mo Mengchen began to show his weapons.

Another three-pointer.

The three shots are all open three-pointers. Careful people can find that every ball he throws has exactly the same arc.

If they were more careful, or had better hearing, they would be horrified to find that the sound of the ball rubbing against the net was exactly the same.

"It's so accurate, Mo's three-pointer!" Lore said in surprise.

Mo Mengchen's three-point handicap came to 10 points.

The Eagles began to panic. In order to block Mo Mengchen's three-pointer, they kept missing Hill who cut in, and the defenses at both ends began to collapse.

Mo Mengchen didn't take any more shots, he only needed to step to the outside line to drag the space.

Until the fourth quarter, the point difference reached 14 points.

Mo Mengchen took Houston's towel and went off to rest.

"It's your turn to sit down obediently!" Houston said, pointing to the bench.

If there is no accident, Mo Mengchen will not appear again.

He scored 24 points tonight and scored 9 points, 4 rebounds and 6 assists. This data can be regarded as extremely good for any substitute.

Sitting back to his seat, Mo Mengchen remembered the ticket he gave Ephraim, and he remembered the seat of the ticket, so he looked towards the auditorium.

With such a distant location and so many people, no one else could see Ephraim at all.

But Mo Mengchen saw it.

His eyes seem to have an extraordinary ability, even if they are so far apart, he can see clearly.

"Mo, if I practice three-pointers as accurately as you, can I enter the rotation?"

This is Lore's positioning for himself. He feels that he is at best a substitute.

Are my threes good?
Mo Mengchen didn't think that he just seized every shot tonight. The Eagles didn't have any defense against him. Once the defensive strength came up, he didn't have much chance to shoot.

In tonight's game, he made three out of three shots and shot without misses. This performance gave Lore and the others the illusion that his three-pointers are good.

He does want to be a top shooter, but he's not there yet.

"You need to be more accurate than me to be in the rotation."

Therefore, Mo Mengchen answered Lore in this way.

"Better than you?"

Luo Er has seen Mo Mengchen's training, he doesn't know what it is like to shoot more accurately than Mo Mengchen, does such a person really exist?

"Or we can make a compromise." Mo Mengchen said, "Improved the three-point shot while improving the defense."

"Then how far should I go?"

"The three-point shooting rate is not lower than Terry, and the defensive quality is not lower than Grant."

Hearing this standard, Luo Er's face immediately darkened.

(End of this chapter)