You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 471 Thunder Wrath

Mike Bibby's eyes locked on the opponent in front of him.

Dor. Mo, the man who became famous in the United States as early as three years ago, is now like a special symbol, engraved on the team logo of the Pistons.

He's not the best player in the league, not even on the Pistons, and everyone recognizes that accurately, but if you're going to beat the Pistons, you'll have to get past him in the end.

In the Eastern Conference Finals last season, he almost single-handedly brought the Bulls to their knees.

Just missed the last ball.

For Bibby and other rookies who have just entered the league, it is their dream to play against Mo Mengchen and play a wonderful performance on him.

Now Mo Mengchen is in front of Bibi.

With a big wave of his hand, the Pistons frontcourt fell into a V-shape position. Rashid appeared on the left side. His body as strong as a brown bear blocked Bibby. , raised his hand and made a mid-range shot.

4 is better than 6
"Rookie, put away your juggling tricks!"

This season, another change in Mo Mengchen's game is that he likes to bully rookies.

Especially Bibby, a rookie who is expected to become a first-class guard in the future, with cold trash talk and super confrontation that does not match the identity of his opponent.

This kind of intense confrontation is used against rookies, and Mo Mengchen is addicted to it, and Bibby becomes another victim.

Under Mo Mengchen's defense, he couldn't use his hands and feet. If he didn't call the pick-and-roll, he could hardly move an inch.

Divac was about to come up to help when Ben Wallace got stuck.

McGrady yelled, ran behind Bibby, fetched the ball, and Alan Houston followed him.

Teenage prodigy and man in his prime.

McGrady grabbed the ball with one hand and played handsomely, with a smile on his face. Who knows what he was laughing at. His smile made Houston sick.

Suddenly, McGrady started, which used the interval of dribbling to confuse Houston's forced start speed, which was unmatched by anyone except Hill.

McGrady is younger and more explosive.

In less than a second, McGrady took two steps. The first step was shoulder to shoulder with Houston, and the second step threw him to the side.

Rashid looked calm, took the initiative to leave Nowitzki behind, and followed quietly, trying to give McGrady a heavy hammer from behind.

Although McGrady has a pair of lifeless dead fish eyes, he is not a person with narrow vision. He has already seen Rashid's abnormal movement, and deliberately slowed down to wait for him to catch up.The second-year McGrady has already made such a decision on the court, and Rasheed's initiative was used by him.

Rashid originally followed McGrady and blocked the ball from behind, but McGrady suddenly slowed down, roared that Tianzun couldn't catch it, and hit him.

"Beep!"

The referee's whistle sounded harshly.

Rashid, who was in a state of desperation, couldn't help being furious, pointed at the referee's nose and cursed: "FXXX!"

Is it okay for the referee to hear this?How can you deny such a clear foul?Who else can punish this beast in the future?
Beep!

In an instant, there was another technical foul.

Rashid's anger was immediately full. If Hill hadn't stepped forward to stop him, he would have smashed the referee on the spot.

Westphal quickly called Jerome Williams after seeing it: "Replace Rashid!"

Roaring Tianzun cursed loudly.

"What are you angry about?" Mo Mengchen approached and took Rashidra to the sidelines, "You didn't foul?"

Rashid said unwillingly: "I committed a crime."

"So the referee didn't wrong you, why are you angry?" Mo Mengchen pressed.

Rashid was so angry that his lips trembled. He wanted to teach that damned high school student a lesson, but in the end he was taught a lesson. How can such words be said?Naturally, you have to be angry. If you don't express your anger, you won't be laughed to death?It's just that the referee's T can be regarded as adding fuel to the fire, which made him angry.

Rashid couldn't respond to Mo Mengchen's question.

"Now sit honestly on the sidelines and don't bark like a monkey in heat!"

Mo Mengchen yelled at Rashid, and Tianzun was too shocked to answer.

Hill came to take Rasheed off the field, whispering soothing words into his ear.

Seeing this scene, Westphal was relieved for a while.

He likes to indulge the players, and even if there is a problem, he will not correct it immediately. He is used to letting the players find the problem by themselves. If things go on like this, the discipline will become loose, and some people will do whatever they want.

His failure with the Suns was exactly that.

The team he is in needs someone who can calm down the audience. This must be one of the toughest players in history, but it will not work if you are strong but not soft. Excessive suppression will accumulate resentment among the players. They also need a peacemaker. Good luck enlightening these people.

It's been almost a month since coaching the Pistons, and Westphal finally knows why Dean Osgers chose him.

He can provide what this team lacks: decision-making on the spot.

This team can also make up for what he needs: discipline, combat power, potential.

"Rashid, if you can't control your emotions, I won't send you tonight."

With a smile, Westphal casually said a slightly threatening sentence.

Rashid sat down depressed, no one said anything.

Rasheed's foul gave the Kings two free throws.

Bibby prepares for a free throw.

Outside, Hill asked: "Why are you so angry?"

"Don't be afraid, I didn't send it for you to read." Mo Mengchen's words almost made Hill suffer from diarrhea.

What does he mean by meow? Don't be afraid?Have a penny with me?What am I afraid of?
Hill asked, "So you are?"

Mo Mengchen looked at the referee who gave Rasheed a T: "Ian Dunst has been refereeing for 21 years. He has a rigorous style and pays attention to authority. He has zero tolerance for idiots like Rashid."

"How do you" know the word, Hill doesn't say it, it's nonsense.

Mo Mengchen would do his homework before every game, including the referee, and he would also inquire clearly.

Now Hill understood: "So you are acting for him?"

Mo Mengchen stopped explaining, and Bibby also completed two free throws.

8 is better than 4
McGrady stretched his waist, he just thought about it casually, but he didn't expect to get Rashid down.

This made him full of energy, took the ball again, faced the king of the field, and couldn't wait to show the audience the terrifying talent God gave him.

"Look at this explosive launch!"

Houston snorted disdainfully—innocent brat, do you really think we are idiots?

McGrady galloped along the baseline and was about to throw a dunk at the basket. At this time, a black figure that didn't look like an inside line but was extremely fast suddenly descended and hit his ball from the air directly to the backboard.

"Just help me to kill these turtle bastards hard!"

Rashid stood up from the bench excitedly and yelled.

The rebound flew to Mo Mengchen's position, he didn't let the ball stay in his hand for even 0.1 second, he just added a force from behind the ball to make it fly higher and faster.

Go on!

Watch out, the devil is ahead!

Hill received this light pass, and he praised Mo Mengchen's consciousness from the bottom of his heart. The pass was too fast, as if two people shared one brain.

Mo Mengchen knew better than him what to do.

Hill just wanted to play quickly, while Mo Mengchen pushed the ball to the highest point, guiding Hill to the frontcourt.

With only the basket in front of us, it's time to perform!
Hill swung the ball with one hand, smashed it simply but violently, stayed on the basket for nearly a second and slowly fell. He deliberately pulled the basket down to protect himself. This move was regarded as a provocation by the fans. The fans in the front row There was constant shouting and scolding.

Hill grinned, put the index finger of his right hand to his mouth: "Shhh"

"!#!￥"

Rashid stood up and frantically pulled hatred: "Just kill these bastards who are not as good as this!"

Mo Mengchen noticed that the referee glanced at Rasheed.

If he doesn't shut up again, the referee can give him another T for various trumped-up charges.

The Kings attacked with all their strength, but the Pistons' defensive resilience was very strong. Houston took turns to set traps for McGrady, and McGrady didn't dare to attack at will even after the big cap just now.

In the end, Divac made a three-pointer from the outside and hit the iron.

"Okay, kill them!"

The meaning of Rasheed's existence seems to be to help the Pistons' cultural quality construction go back 30 years.

Mo Mengchen gave up the counterattack, threw the ball to Hill, and turned to stare at Rashid: "If you can't shut your mouth, I will find someone to seal your stinky mouth with tape."

Rasheed is the person who is the least afraid of Mo Mengchen in the Pistons.

—before tonight.

The front is already attacking, but Mo Mengchen is still in the backcourt, staring at Rashid: "Sit down honestly!"

There was an invisible force forcing Rashid to back down, he had to sit down.

No one can disobey Mo Mengchen here.

He sat down.

Rasheed sat oppressed.

Rasheed's eyes swept everywhere, he was restless, and suddenly, he saw Lore looking at him.

He is also a player in the class of 95, but Lore's status in the team is very low.

But he's been on this team longer than he is, and he should know these things.

"Is he like that with everyone?" Rasheed asked.

"Not really." Lol said with a smile.

Rashid was very curious, who is so awesome?For a man as awesome as him, Mo Mengchen didn't save face, and he lashed out in front of the audience, who could make him treat him differently?

"Who is he not doing this to?" Rasheed asked.

Lore said, "His girlfriend."

Rasheed was speechless.

He is a bad boy, even if he comes from a prestigious school like North Carolina, from school to the NBA, he is always accompanied by some bad off-court incidents.

No one has ever dared to do this to him.

He is sitting here now, recalling what happened just now, he feels angry because Mo Mengchen didn't save him any face.

He embarrasses him in front of the team.

But why was he afraid then?
Because he did something wrong, and his wanton tantrum hurt the team and affected everyone else.

No one dared to stand up and accuse him like this before.

Mo Mengchen was the first.

Yes, I'm just doing wrong, I'm not afraid of him
Rashid was immersed in his own world, and he didn't notice that Mo Mengchen forced Bibby to make a mistake and steal and counterattack to score.

The two sides tied.

(End of this chapter)