You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 49 You Are Not a Cancer

The poor outside touch affected Hill's overall performance, and his second half and first half formed an extremely glaring contrast.

In the first half, Hill played like a more athletic, less shooting Larry Bird. In the second half, Hill played like a big version of Rajon Long who insisted on not believing that his shooting was not reliable. many.

Hill's slump caused the defensive pressure that originally fell on him to be dispersed.

The Knicks are no longer as tight as they used to be when they saw Hill get the ball. They began to take care of others, especially the defense against Mo Mengchen.

As a player with a total system rating of only 64 points, he may be the worst player on the field in terms of overall rating.

The player with the lowest overall rating gets the toughest defense, and the Knicks would rather let someone else have a chance than him.

Hill was sluggish, Mo Mengchen was locked up, and the Knicks took advantage of Ewing's strong point to launch a counterattack.

Ewing turned over on the right side and made a bunny jump shot.

Then pick up a pick-and-roll to pull away the high bunny jumper.

Then there was another pick-and-roll and a straight cut to catch the ball and a one-handed gorilla smashed the dunk.

The middle of the third quarter was his personal scoring show. For this reason, Collins called a timeout, replaced Hill, who was a bit high, and played a double point guard lineup again.

Hill looked very annoyed. He felt that he had not helped the team and blamed himself.

Mo Mengchen returned to the court, he played the second quarter, and now he was about to play the third quarter, Collins suddenly forgot his injury history.

To him, it's nothing.

He knows how to protect himself, he never jumps and sprints with all his strength considering his weak knees, he just races as hard as he can but never pushes himself to the limit.

In order to avoid other injuries caused by fatigue, Mo Mengchen deliberately improved his physical fitness during the period when he most needed to improve his other skills. Although his physical fitness is not top-notch, but he has to play a whole game like this. It will not make the body tired enough to cause excessive injury risks.

The effect of the double point guard lineup began to appear, especially Mo Mengchen, who is 197 cm tall, can play two roles. His shooting skills make the Knicks afraid, and his organizational ability also makes opponents a headache.

After Dumars came on the court, he shared his pressure. He didn't need to take the ball at any time. He could stand in the corner and direct others to move.

After Ewing led the Knicks to start, they were chased by them to only 1 point, and the situation was in jeopardy.

"Otis!"

Mo Mengchen likes Thorpe not only because of his dedication, but also because he can hang his opponent firmly on his body every time he covers.

At his age, it is really rare to have this kind of pick-and-roll quality. As a silent devotee, he does his best every game. He is the only player in the Pistons that has not been sprayed by Mo Mengchen.

Thorpe obviously didn't know that Mo Mengchen had a very high opinion of him. Every time he played, his goal was to do his job well.

This is the mission of the blue-collar workers. An excellent blue-collar worker should have such awareness.

They are not the protagonists, but the success of the protagonists is inseparable from their silent dedication.

"Damn! Watch out for the Aussies!" Starks yelled.

Mo Mengchen ran to the top of the arc to catch the ball, and his position disrupted the Pistons' defensive matchup. The original defender was Starks, but now he changed to Anthony Mason, who was enough to make a child stop crying.

He has a ferocious face, facing Mo Mengchen at the moment, his eyes are full of murderous intent: "What do you want to do?"

"I'm going to call a play and shoot a [-] on your face that needs plastic surgery."

When Mo Mengchen was talking trash, Houston hung up the cover and ran towards him. He ran very fast. Whenever he made a tactical move, as long as the end point was clearly on him, his running speed might be comparable to that of the Olympic Games. The masters of the men's [-]-meter race compete.

"Dor!"

Houston roared loudly, and behind him, the man chasing him was Derek Harper.

Mo Mengchen put the ball behind him, and the moment Houston ran to his side, the ball was handed over. He caught Harper sideways, and Mason wanted to change positions to keep up, but Thorpe leaned over to set up a second screen and sent him Block it completely.

Such an open space is extremely precious to a shooter like Houston, and every opportunity needs to be treated with the most rigorous attitude, especially at this critical moment.

Ewing led the Knicks to counterattack aggressively, and his ball will extinguish the opponent's counterattack.

"brush!"

"Alan Houston shot through the heart!"

"Yes!"

Houston roared, and Mo Mengchen ran towards him, raising a hand.

The excited CIC King didn't care whether the person who waved his hand was dear Hill or the hideous Mo Mengchen, and slapped it hard.

It was this kind of cooperation that prevented Ewing from leading the Knicks to complete a counter-kill in the third quarter, and also dragged the suspense of the game to the decisive moment of the fourth quarter.

At the beginning of the last quarter, Starks scored a jumper against Mo Mengchen.

This was the 10th point scored by Mo Mengchen's opponent tonight.

In other words, one of the tasks assigned to him by the system: "Don't let the opponent get more than 10 attribute points." has failed.

Based on Mo Mengchen's experience, there will be no other punishment for this failed mission, but he will not be rewarded for completing the mission.

Judging from the proportion of the task, this task should have a reward of 100 attribute points, and the failure of the task means the loss of 100 attribute points.

It's nothing to him, the most important thing is to win the game, and only by winning the game will there be no punishment of halving the return.

In the fourth quarter of life and death, both sides played real fire.

The score stopped at 80 to 76, and the Knicks trailed by 4 points. For as long as 5 minutes, the two sides came and went, and every round could feel the ruthlessness of them trying to kill each other on the court. But neither side was able to break the deadlock.

To score, Nelson called a timeout, as did Collins.

But none of their suspensions worked.

5 minutes of stalemate.

This is undoubtedly the game that David Stern hates the most. This kind of game will lose some impatient spectators. Those beginners who see such an anxious game will only feel that the players on both sides have poor skills and cannot make various shots. Instead of thinking: why they just can't make it?
With 6 minutes left in the last quarter, the only superstar on the field is determined to use his personal ability to end this deadlocked situation.

"Pat got the ball!"

"Pat attack!"

"Hear that? The crowd at Madison Gardens roared in anger!"

Ewing was out of tune with New York. He was too dull, and his style of play was not as glamorous as Jordan's. Many fans hated him for this.

But what New York fans have to admit is that Ewing has done better than the previous King of New York at least. (Bernard King)

When everyone couldn't open it, Ewing withstood the pressure, got the ball with his back, and sat off Mills, just like the savage O'Neal, and carried out a terrible violent abuse of the basket under the basket.

78 is better than 80
"That's what a superstar is worth!"

"Patrick Ewing has the power to kill!"

"Haha~haha~"

Everyone is panting, this suffocating battle has come to the last moment.

With 4 minutes left in the game, the point difference was only 2 points.

"Grant, you still have a chance to prove that you are not a cancer tonight."

Mo Mengchen let Hill dribble the ball across the half, but he didn't leave directly, but stayed in the backcourt to explain something to Hill.

"You say I'm a cancer?"

Hill started playing at the age of 5. No matter where he went, he was praised as a player who was beneficial to the team. It was the first time he heard someone use the word cancer on him when he grew up.

"20 out of 5."

This is Hill's hit rate. If he didn't make a lot of kills, his efficiency value would be very ugly.

"Damn it, I'm not a cancer!" Hill said.

"That orangutan committed a crime," Mo Mengchen said, "Go."

Hill was in a trance, he wasn't sure, Ewing's performance tonight was too good.

His excellence is not only reflected in his statistics, when the game stagnates or someone needs to stand up to break the situation, he can stand up and let everyone know who is the best player on this field.

Even Hill was startled by this momentum.

"let's go!"

Mo Mengchen pointed at the restricted area.

"damn it!"

Hill's self-cultivation has been completely lost in this game, and now he only thinks about being rough, what kind of tutoring, son's restraint, the gentleman's demeanor that the media has blown up a hundred times, all of which have been thrown away by him. Lost.

"You don't seem to have much confidence. You really deserve to be a good boy from Duke. Has old K taught you how to play in this situation?" Mason asked quietly.

"Go to hell!"

Hill's personality has been broken, and now he just wants to prove to Mo Mengchen: I am not a cancer!

No matter how you describe Hill's first step, it's too flimsy. His first step is lightning, a shooting star, and the ultimate human. Everyone scored because of Iverson's consecutive jump shots against Jordan in his rookie season. The memory is deep, and Hill passed Jordan in one step before Iverson, breaking through the penalty area and dunking successfully.

His first step was the ultimate talent that even His Majesty the Flying Man could not do anything about.

Devil Mountain from Duke University is running aggressively towards the aging New York gorilla at this moment. He is full of talent, he is high-spirited, he just wants to dunk on the opponent's head and cause the opponent's fifth foul by the way, and all of this, There is only one ultimate goal, and that is to prove to that rookie with shit in his mouth: I am not a fucking cancer!
At that moment, Ewing thought of Pippen.The dunks that Jordan, Wilkins and others have done on him are horrible every time, and every time it is him, he has created the best dunk of the opponent's career.

But this time, Hill overwhelmed Ewing in the air in exactly the same way and succeeded in smashing the dunk.

When the whistle blew, Madison Garden was as silent as a cemetery.

The narrator's words are extremely harsh:
"Duke's Lightning Strikes a Jamaican Orangutan, God!"

With less than 4 minutes left, Hill's dunk completely destroyed the New York Knicks.

What is strange is that he has been staring at Mo Mengchen.

"OK,"

"OK,"

"You are not a cancer."

Mo Mengchen said helplessly, with a face full of helplessness.

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(End of this chapter)