You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 401 They Are Superior

Adrian danced with excitement, and the 12-year-old didn't know how to express his ecstasy. He could only scream loudly, celebrating with the audience this dead three-pointer that didn't give his opponent a chance.

The woman's reaction is much simpler.

Ephraim and Tamia hugged each other excitedly, making ear-piercing cries.

Excited women have the highest decibel voices in the world.

They shouted loudly with the audience.

MVP chants surround the Palace of Auburn Hills.

Mo Mengchen was unable to rub salt in Miller's wounds, as his teammates quickly threw him down seconds later, one after another.

Everyone has forgotten the hidden dangers of Mo Mengchen's injuries. He has saved the team many times in such moments.

They just want Mo Mengchen to know how happy they are.

Hill hung up the towel, and the nosebleed had stopped. In the last seven seconds, he couldn't stay on the field. Mo Mengchen led the team to win the game. He should be happy.

He was really happy, but also a little disappointed.

At such a critical moment, he couldn't be present to take on his share of responsibilities.

No one doesn't want to be a hero, even someone as selfless as Hill, who has witnessed Mo Mengchen save the team at critical moments many times.

And he's the one who always seems to be the dropout, unable to help for one reason or another, or simply not on the floor.

When everyone was so excited that they lost control of their emotions, Hill thought of a question: If he had been on the court just now, would he have asked Mo Mengchen to pass the ball to him?

That shouldn't be a problem, he's the best player for the Pistons, and the last shot is always going to the best player.

But Hill got the opposite answer, he would not ask for the ball, and like everyone else, he would trust Mo Mengchen unreservedly.

This result made him feel relieved, but also felt a little more melancholy.

Is this what he wants?

Miller has stood up, the series is not over, in theory, they still have a chance, but tonight, they spelled the last bullet.

They did everything they could in this game.

Schmitz rarely hits 100% shooting most of the time. He also feels good. The whole team is playing well. Mo Mengchen can't even make a three-pointer most of the time.

The Pistons have home court advantage, but they are as passive as they are on the road.

Their state, the opponent's state, and the timing in all aspects are very good, and their experience is far better than that of the Pistons. They should have won the match point tonight, but they had problems at the last moment.

He didn't carry out Bird's order, gave up tactics, changed to his own way, pushed away Mo Mengchen, and made a three-pointer.

He made it, and no one can blame him.

"Larry, sorry."

If Bird's tactics were successful, they might not leave their opponents for a second, and it would be impossible for Mo Mengchen to backhand them with a fatal knife in their hearts.

"You have nothing to apologize for." Byrd glanced at his opponent who was still celebrating, "They are superior."

Miller said: "No, if I implement your tactics, we"

"You're right, Reggie," Bird said, "You made the right decision, and in that situation, they couldn't have let us run the full play, you'd still get the ball, but the play would If it is destroyed, wait until that time to rush to make a move, it is better to use your method to simply end it."

"You are right, there is no need to blame yourself."

It's just that they are better at it.

Bird shook his head helplessly. He has had a magnificent career. He has experienced countless scenes, big and small. Like tonight, the ups and downs. A climactic game is extremely rare in NBA history.

3 is better than 2
The Pistons have two match points next. After tonight's game, the Pacers' morale is bound to be hit hard. Can they muster up the courage to stand on the field and face off against their opponents?
Bird is not sure. If he can pull out the match point at the Pistons' home court tonight, the result will be completely different.

Unfortunately, it was just a little short.

Miller left Mo Mengchen with 4 seconds.

4 seconds is enough time for many heartbreaking things to happen.

Mo Mengchen saw the slight sadness on Hill's face, and with his toes, he could imagine how melancholy Duke's top student was feeling at the moment.

"I was thinking, if you were there just now, how would we fight?" Mo Mengchen said.

Hill felt that Mo Mengchen installed a detector in his brain, otherwise how could he talk about his thoughts every time?

"I'll still pass you the ball," Hill said gloomily.

"No, if you were here, Miller might not be able to make that three-pointer. Your defense is better than mine." I have to admit.Mo Mengchen wanted to calm Hill's emotions. The semi-finals were not over yet, they had to go to an away game and try to end the series there.

Hill didn't expect Mo Mengchen to say: "Are you sure I'll guard against him?"

"I'm not sure, but if you're there, it's hard for Miller to get a [-]-pointer, they might take a [-]-pointer, and then we're not a vegetarian inside, and even if they make it, we have a chance, Because it only takes one shot from inside the three-point line to turn the game around."

When it comes to this, Mo Mengchen is not so sure: "Within the three-point line, you should be more sure of scoring than me."

"My dear, you really know how to comfort people." Hill reluctantly accepted his hypothesis.

"We won the match point. You shouldn't have the expression that everyone owes you 100 million. You should smile, mom."

After Mo Mengchen finished speaking, he walked towards the ESPN reporter on the sidelines.

They have been waiting for a long time. As the well-deserved protagonist tonight, Mo Mengchen accepted a live interview with ESPN.

"You scored 26 points, 8 rebounds and 12 assists tonight, 18 of which came in the fourth quarter. Is this your game plan?"

EPSN was interested, and they sent a beautiful blonde reporter. She wore glasses and a low-cut dress, exuding a seductive aura, but it was a pity that Mo Mengchen didn't like it.

Mo Mengchen responded calmly: "No, my physical strength has never been good. How could I concentrate my scoring in the fourth quarter? It's very risky."

"why?"

The reason is simple, the touch was found in the fourth quarter.

Mo Mengchen answered like this in his heart, but his mouth said: "My teammates set up a screen for me. I just made the shots that I didn't make in the first three quarters."

"Tell me about that shot from Miller."

"Which shot?"

Mo Mengchen pretended not to understand what she was saying.

The blond reporter laughed: "It's him pushing you down with an improper move and hitting the shot that almost ended the game."

"That was a good shot." Because Mo Mengchen also did it, he and Miller were considered even.

The difference is that fans cannot see what he did to Miller, nor can the cameras at various locations on the scene. Everyone can only guess what he did to Miller, but there is no substantive evidence.

Therefore, in the eyes of the public, Miller used illegal means to make a quasi-lore, while Mo Mengchen succeeded in countering the lore with pure basketball moves.

High judgment.

"You don't mind?" The blonde reporter froze for a moment, "Don't you think that's a foul?"

Mo Mengchen smiled lightly: "If the referee doesn't blow, it's not a foul. I accept this result."

Because we won, of course I take it.

If they lost, Mo Mengchen must not be like this. He never looked at the game based on right or wrong, but set the tone by victory or defeat.

If they lose the game because of Miller's shot, but the series is not over, he will find a way to put pressure on the referee through the media.

In order to compensate the Pistons, the referee may blow an unprecedented disaster-level black whistle at the Plaza Arena.

But they won, and Mo Mengchen hit Miller back, so it might as well be cool.

"Okay, thanks Dor.Mo for accepting our interview, here is the interview ahead of ESPN."

Mo Mengchen turned around, and signaled to Ephraim from a distance, telling them to go home first, because he still had a lot of things to deal with here, and it might take an hour or two before things were done.

In the locker room, everyone is celebrating.

It just won the match point and is still one step away from the division finals.

General Manager Dean Osgers personally came to the locker room to express condolences to the players, and also brought greetings from the boss: "Guys, you need to work harder, this is not our end, we want to go further than last year, the boss said , if we can reach the division finals, the bonus for the playoffs will increase to 400 million!"

Then there is the dog licking scene.

The manager is wise, the boss is long live, and the uneducated can only say a few clichés that we will win.

Mo Mengchen took a shower, changed his clothes and prepared to attend the press conference. Many reporters were waiting for them.

Mo Mengchen, Hill, and Frauses came to the scene of the press conference. The line of reporters was very stressful. The scene was full of people, including reporters from many countries.

Today, Mo Mengchen is not just a player, he is also a supernova in the music scene. The outside world's attention to him has long gone beyond the scope of NBA players. It can be seen that he has also made incredible achievements in the NBA field. The media's attention The gossip heart was also ignited.

He just sat on the side without saying anything, but the media turned to him and took pictures one after another from various angles.

It is very easy for a time traveler to become popular, but to become popular to this extent, in addition to having genuine achievements, one must also happen to be a handsome oriental guy whose appearance fits the western aesthetics.

"Mo, you only need to win one more game to advance to the conference finals. Is this your goal?"

Mo Mengchen was sure that this guy was a gossip reporter, maybe he had just learned about the NBA and asked this question in order to write an article.

He was not polite, and asked instead: "Who will play in the playoffs for the conference finals?"

(End of this chapter)