You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 47 It's Late But Arrived
"Our exclusion zone needs to be as strong as an iron barrel!"

"Forcing Grant Hill to shoot outside!"

"Alan Houston must be stared down, don't give him a comfortable catch rhythm, never!"

"The last is this man!" Riley held a number 9 label in his hand, "Number 9 in Detroit forced him to go left. Statistics show that his left hand lacks power!"

When the Knicks were laying out the Pistons heavily, Collins was struggling with how to line up in the second quarter.

Obviously, Mo Mengchen played the first position very well, but they couldn't let Dumars sit on the bench all the time, so they needed the former to play the second position.

Fortunately, Mo Mengchen's shooting skills and height allowed him to switch back and forth between the first and second positions without being abrupt.

Letting Mo Mengchen play the second position is far from the price of him playing with Dumars. The biggest price is that for a period of time, Houston, who is in hot form, has to sit on the sidelines to watch the game.

This is the biggest price.

Houston can't understand this arrangement. He is in such a good state, why should he be used as a substitute?
"Peace."

Before playing, Mo Mengchen suddenly turned around and said to him: "You will play again sooner or later, I hope your hand feeling has not disappeared by then."

"Who do you think you're talking to? I'm the best shooter in the world!" Houston stood up and clenched his fists in front of Mo Mengchen to increase his speaking momentum.

Mo Mengchen said helplessly: "Speaking such uplifting words makes people have no confidence in you. In this world, you are the only one."

"hateful!"

Houston sat down angrily, only to hear Mark West beside him say: "Take a good rest, Mo will definitely need your help later."

"Does he look like he needs my help?" Houston said irritably.

"It's been so long, don't you know what kind of personality he is?" West said, "If he asks you for help seriously in front of you, it will definitely be the end of the world, otherwise, he will never That's all."

So he still needs me?

"You mean, he still depends on me in the end?"

"You are the best shooter in the world, who else can you rely on?"

"Hahaha~~~"

Hearing the commotion off the field, Mo Mengchen frowned slightly - what are those people doing?
"Mo, FIST!" Dumars took the ball and shouted a tactical slogan.

At the moment he called the tactic, Thorpe stepped forward and blocked Mo Mengchen's opponent John Starks on the baseline.

"Damn bastard!" Starks was about to get rid of it. Mo Mengchen had already completed the handover of the ball with Dumars, and the personnel were running extremely fast.

As soon as Dumars handed over the ball, he ran directly to Mo Mengchen's original position, Thorpe cut in, Hill pulled to a high position, and Mo Mengchen took another dribble.

With all five on the move and multiple pick-and-rolls, the Knicks defense was in serious disarray.

Suddenly, Mo Mengchen was unguarded.

"John, is that how the fuck you play defensively?!" Riley snarled.

It was too late, Starks was too far away, he couldn't stop Mo Mengchen.

He started with three fingers, and the ball left the fingertips, forming a pistol shape. The muzzle of the gun was just facing the basket, which was beautiful.

"Shh!"

27 is better than 23
The Knicks not only failed to force Mo Mengchen to attack with his left hand according to Riley's previous tactics, but also failed to lock up other players according to the arrangement.

The situation on the court suddenly changed, and the Pistons played an extremely exciting tactic.

Riley glared at Mo Mengchen fiercely. This rookie was not a showy person, but he commanded Fang Qiu on the field, and the other four coordinated with him.

"We have been on guard for a long time, and the most dangerous guy is actually him!"

Riley paced back and forth.

"John! Fuck him, fuck this smug Aussie!"

If no one comes out to subdue Mo Mengchen, Spike Lee will go crazy. He said at least five times that Mo Mengchen will die in Madison Garden, but the Chinese-Australian who was cursed by him has always maintained a calm performance.

"Do you think you can change the result? You are just a cripple cursed by God!" Starks squirted against Mo Mengchen's face.

"I only need 2 shots to score 2 goals, but you need 2 shots to score 18 goals."

Mo Mengchen sneered, "Aren't you ashamed?"

"Fuck you!"

Starks stuck in the referee's dead corner and gave Mo Mengchen an elbow, then cut a 45-degree angle to the left to catch the ball and soared for a three-pointer.

27 is better than 26
"That's what I'm fucking going to do to knock you crippled!" Starks yelled.

"He elbowed you?" Dumars asked.

"This is not important."

Mo Mengchen said to Dumars: "Give the ball to Grant, his hands can't get cold."

"But yours." Dumas wanted to remind him, the corner of his mouth broken by Starks.

"Transfer the ball not slowly, but quickly!"

Mo Mengchen didn't care about the corners of his mouth at all. After he finished speaking with Dumars, he asked Mills and Thorpe to go outside to do pick-and-roll at the top of his voice after halftime.

Dumars didn't know how to feel when he saw the rookie who was waving his hand to the veteran players who were higher than him in the team.

This is a player that the Pistons have never seen before. Without self-knowledge, why would he dare to command these veterans?Does he think he's smarter than them?
Oddly, everyone was heeding his call, including Dumas himself.

The Knicks adopted the method of piled up in the penalty area and strengthened one-on-one defense, trying to force Hill to shoot from the outside, but Thorpe's screen, Mills' three-pointer, Mo Mengchen and Dumars' respective outside threats made the Knicks The line of defense was completely opened.

It is impossible for them to pile up the penalty area, because once they shrink to the basket, the three-pointers of Mo Mengchen and Dumars will make them pay.

The result of not being able to pile up all the way in the paint is to let Hill single out Mason one-on-one on the weak side.

Mason's muscles look terrible, but the key to defending Hill has never been muscles. Watching him dribble with his left hand, and his right hand catches a thunderous change of direction, it is like passing Mason like a wooden man and rushing to the penalty area to score a dunk. .

Even Mo Mengchen, the lucky one with a cheating device, would feel emotional.

Can't blame him for his lack of shooting skills. 100 out of 99 people with his talent can't practice shooting well. It's really not necessary, because you can get rid of people in one step, so why bother?

"I thought you were so amazing. In the end, you still have to rely on Duke's good boy. You are nothing without your teammates!" Starks chased Mo Mengchen and spouted nonsense.

"Otis!"

Mo Mengchen did not forget his elbow strike, and he would not be beaten like Bai Jidong and never fight back.

He's a doctor, used to be.

It's the same now, but it's a part-time job. His main job is to play basketball, so now he has to do something that an athlete should do.

Thorpe didn't know why Mo Mengchen called him, he just knew that this young man never made mistakes, so he rushed over.

He didn't know that Mo Mengchen called him to his side just so that he could block the referee's view, and their position happened to be in the dead corner of the live camera position. In this position, he could do whatever he wanted to Starks.

No one knew what happened. Starks fell to the ground suddenly, covering his chest with his hands. After he lost the ability to resist, Mo Mengchen stepped forward and double-teamed Harper with Dumas without warning.

Horrified, Harper calls for a pass to Starks, who is lying dead on the ground.

"what's the situation?"

"New York made a mistake!"

"There was a lot of booing!"

"Fans think Dor.Mo attacked John Starks, but there isn't a single shot to prove their point!"

"From this small angle, it looks like John got hit by Otis Thorpe."

Harper helped Starks to his feet.

He looked at Mo Mengchen with resentment: "You remember!"

"Now do you know how powerful your teammates are? If you rely on yourself, you can only hit 18 of 2 like you, or pray that the referee will not see you when you make small moves. Only an imbecile like you would do that. .”

Mo Mengchen made nasty personal attacks while uncovering the dark history, and this time it was Starks' turn to hold back.

"John! John! Have you forgotten how you persuaded me just now?" Harper hugged him.

"Did he touch you? Did he attack?!" Starks asked out of control.

"What do you want to do?"

Mo Mengchen's teammates rushed over and surrounded him.

"What are you doing?"

The referee ran over to separate the two teams.

"Do you want to be sent off by me, or do you want to shake hands and have a good game?" the referee asked with a whistle in his mouth.

"Of course we want to play well, but the savage John Starks didn't come to play." Mo Mengchen pointed to the wound on the corner of his mouth, "Please learn from me."

"Fuck you, didn't you hit me? Referee, he did it too!" Starks tried to show his chest, but there was no trace of it.

The referee glanced at the corner of Mo Mengchen's mouth, then at Starks' chest.

One side is an obvious impact injury, and the other side has no visible scars.

One is a well-known Knicks lunatic, and the other is a doctor who saves people on and off the court.

Which one to believe, the fair and strict referee naturally knows.

"I warn you, matters on the court are resolved with the ball. The three of us are not blind. We know who fouled and who didn't!"

The referee's words were so powerful that Mo Mengchen and his teammates almost believed it.

Starks took his words for fart.

After some small twists and turns, the game restarted, and the Pistons and Knicks were completely connected, especially Mo Mengchen.

Whenever he gets the ball, the boos on the scene are earth-shattering.

"I said, I'm not done with you!"

Starks leaned close to Mo Mengchen's body and threw an elbow.

Even if this is Madison Gardens, Starks' actions are too much in the eyes of the referees.

Do you really think the three of us are blind?

Shameless, I'll fuck you!

The whistle of justice will only be late, but not absent.

"Beep beep!"

(End of this chapter)