You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 562 The sky will change!

The fans no longer knew that this was the first time Mo Mengchen had activated the Blazers' defense from a distance of three meters.

Latrell Sprewell, known as the pinnacle of active perimeter defense, was once again broken by Mo Mengchen.

No one inside could shield him from the wind and rain, and Sabonis left the field with six fouls as early as 2 minutes ago.

Weber's defense is just a layer of paper. He is really like what Mo Mengchen said, he is an unreliable softie at critical moments.

Weber's defense was too slow, Mo Mengchen hooked his finger and made a layup.

108 is better than 92
With 3 minutes left in the fourth quarter, the Blazers were almost blown away by Mo Mengchen all by himself.

"A legend is born tonight!"

"Dor.Mo scored 25 points in the last quarter of tonight's game, tying the scoring record in a single quarter of the Finals held by Pistons legend Isaiah Thomas!"

"He had three minutes to break that record and as long as he keeps playing, it's bound to happen!"

The two narrators expected this to happen.

Mo Mengchen scored a total of 25 points in the first three quarters, and scored another 25 points in the fourth quarter. He has set a new career high, and has also broken many records and achieved many achievements.

As for breaking the Smiling Assassin's record, he had no interest at all.

Garbage time is up.

"Mo, do you want to break the record?"

The game was suspended, and Westphal asked Mo Mengchen for his opinion.

Mo Mengchen put on the uniform slowly, and said indifferently: "Thank you, I'm not interested."

Westphal was a bit regretful, but this was also in line with Mo Mengchen's usual style, so he replaced all the main players.

They are about to win this game.

"Unfortunately, Dor.Mo is no longer playing. He tied the record but didn't break the record. I don't know if it's because he doesn't bother to break the record during garbage time, or out of respect for the famous players of the same team?"

Respect?Mo Mengchen didn't respect the smiling assassin at all.

Just don't want to brush it.

50 points, 8 rebounds and 5 assists, this is his data tonight, and there will be no changes.

Tonight's game can let Mike Dunleavy know how big a mistake he made, and Mo Mengchen didn't give him a chance to repent and no time to react.

During the time when Mo Mengchen was soaring, Deng Lewei called three timeouts and replaced three people to defend Mo Mengchen, but it didn't have any effect. No matter who came, Mo Mengchen just let his teammates pull away and start a strong attack from three meters away.

The period of his crazy attack is reminiscent of the sixth and seventh games of last year's Eastern Conference finals. Facing the bulls who were the king at the time, he also scored breakthroughs like cutting melons and vegetables.

With speed alone, he blows up the Bulls with the league's best defense.

And tonight, with a rare black whistle in history, he led the team to a comeback in the fourth quarter and defeated the Blazers in the most shocking way.

In another 3 minutes, the Pistons will be declared victorious on the spot.

At that time, they will win the match point and walk out of the Rose Garden Arena with a big score of 3 to 1.

The Blazers were defeated by Mo Mengchen. They lost their fighting spirit and didn't struggle much for the rest of the time, losing the game quickly.

In the end, 116 to 98, Mo Mengchen bombarded wildly in the last quarter, took over the team's offense for 9 consecutive minutes, scored 27 of the team's 25 points during that time, and broke the Blazers in one fell swoop.

Westphal sees tonight's referee Dennis McKinlon approaching them, and remembers his call in the first and third quarters, still angry when he thinks about it.

Westphal rushed in front of McKinlon, pointed to his nose and said, "I swear, I will let the team sue the league, and you will be responsible for the penalty that happened tonight!"

McKinlon was shocked, he had already made an agreement with Mo Mengchen.

He looked at Mo Mengchen, hoping that he would fulfill his promise.

Mo Mengchen smiled harmlessly: "I really want to help you, but the coach is angry, I'm sorry."

"You! You promised me!" McKinlon blushed with anger, and was even more afraid of the upcoming accusation.

Mo Mengchen responded to him with a smile: "I lied to you."

"Demon! You demon!"

So far, this is the only way McKinlon can vent his anger and horror.

Mo Mengchen said to him, "Yes, I am."

"Get ready to confess to the fans all over the world. I will make a small movie of your wonderful performance tonight and send it to the league president's office." Mo Mengchen's words made McKinlon despair.

He didn't know when Mo Mengchen arranged eight photographers on the scene. They took pictures of those controversial penalties from various angles. With those eight angles, they could definitely provide clear and unmistakable pictures to accuse him.

McKinlon felt vain for a while, and his feet were weak.

He didn't expect that in just one night, his refereeing career would be over.

Damn, he didn't even want to do this to this extent.

His madness was entirely due to Mo Mengchen's disdain for him. The crazy performance in the third quarter was to declare the authority of the referee. Mo Mengchen's silence at that time filled him with pleasure. He thought he had finally scared the bastard.

In the end, he fell into the trap of the devil.

Now he regrets too much, this matter has been out of his control.

Westphal wondered how Mo Mengchen made McKinlon "shut up" in the fourth quarter.

They were able to come back. Although there were reasons for Mo Mengchen's crazy performance, McKinlon's stop blowing the black whistle was also a decisive factor. If he continued to whistle the scale in the third quarter, no matter how brave Mo Mengchen was, he would not be able to turn the world over.

The referee's power and status on the court allow them to influence the situation at will.

It's not something a player can change.

But tonight, Mo Mengchen changed twice.

McKinlon showed signs of blowing the Pistons to death in the first quarter, while Mo Mengchen focused on humiliating the Blazers and intensifying the conflict between the two sides. His reckless whistle-blowing continued for a whole quarter, and the four misjudgments showed that he was completely insane. How did Mo Mengchen stop him?

Westphal couldn't read it at all.

Hill was laughing happily behind Mo Mengchen. Tonight, his light was completely taken away by Mo Mengchen. Because of this game, his MVP in the finals was no longer a rock, which didn't seem to affect his mood at all.

The Pistons returned to the press conference.

They were fined by the league for their absence from the press conference when they lost to the Rose Garden in the last game.

Now they won the match point with the black whistle. Before going on the field, Mo Mengchen deliberately asked Hill and others to put on a bitter face, a look of grievance.

It's time to fight back against the demons of Detroit.

At the press conference, there were not only reporters from ESPN, TNT, BBC and other TV stations, but also a large number of reporters from Detroit. Of course, some reporters who came to watch jokes and stood on the side of the Red Wings were indispensable, but today Late, they had a hard time watching the Pistons joke, because the Pistons won, in legendary fashion.

Before the reporter asked questions, Mo Mengchen blew on the microphone, and after confirming that he could speak, he said, "Before you ask questions, I want to say a few words."

Hill, Rasheed, and Dumars lowered their heads, looking frustrated after losing.

The media at the scene all focused on Mo Mengchen.

"We will not apologize for the absence of the press conference the night before. If you want to ask why, my answer is: We need a relatively quiet environment to welcome failure and prepare for this expected hard battle tonight."

"The league stipulates that every team is obliged to communicate with the media. This is the basis for the league to communicate with the world. We need to let the public know what we think. This is our obligation and we accept it." Mo Mengchen looked towards Detroit reporters, he recognized those from Detroit at a glance, "But we are also ordinary mortals, we have flesh and blood just like you, and we also have unbearable burdens."

"For us, the unbearable weight of life is that when we fought bloody battles on the court and wept for our failures to bring honor to Detroit, Detroit laughed at our failures, satirized our victories, and discredited ours. Achievement, deny us everything." Mo Mengchen glared angrily at the Detroit media, they felt guilty, "The unbearable burden in life is a group of guys who bring honor to the city like us, because they refuse to face themselves The failure of others, the success of others, maliciously slandering us, ignoring the facts, driving the relationship between the fans, there is nothing wrong, I am talking about the son of a bitch of the Red Wings!"

The place exploded!

This time, the Pistons exposed their wounds in front of the whole world and announced the scandal inside Detroit.

The media who favored the Red Wings interjected: "Ethan, what do you mean when you say that the Red Wings slandered you?"

The reporter who interjected was a middle-aged man, wearing glasses, and looking polite.

Mo Mengchen noticed the sign on his left chest - "Detroit Blue Flag".

Mo Mengchen's face softened, if they didn't stand up, the show would be really difficult to sing.

"On the premise of admitting that he doesn't understand basketball, he pointed out that our game style is dirty, unsportsmanlike, and discrediting the city. Is this malicious slander?" Mo Mengchen asked.

The bespectacled reporter came prepared, and said unhurriedly: "If I remember correctly, the person who made that point was Red Wings left-back Ned Giroud. But, I remember he wasn't just guessing, He pointed out that you were called three technical fouls by the referee in a certain game, and he had real evidence, and it wasn't malicious slander."

"Oh? If that's the case, can I also use real evidence to prove that ice hockey is a restricted and brutal sport?"

Mo Mengchen's words caused an uproar, and the reporters at the scene whispered to each other.

This sentence is too scary, Mo Mengchen may offend everyone who likes ice hockey.

"I would like to hear more about it." The reporter wearing glasses laughed, thinking that Mo Mengchen was digging his own grave.

Mo Mengchen said: "As far as I know, ice hockey is the only sport that allows fighting during the game. I think this rule will lead many immature children astray and increase the tendency of young people to fight violently. Why? As public figures, they fight legally during the game. Isn’t this barbaric enough? You know, even swearing on TV programs needs to be silenced by mosaics, let alone fighting? It can be seen that ice hockey is definitely restricted level barbarian sport, and I strongly object to all TV stations broadcasting this sport live in prime time!"

"You're talking nonsense! You don't understand ice hockey at all, and you don't respect the sport at all!" the reporter wearing glasses yelled angrily.

Mo Mengchen laughed out loud.

He really wanted everyone to see the reporter's ugliness.

"Yeah, I'm talking bullshit because I don't know hockey, but I respect the game, so I'll take it back and apologize to everyone who plays it. But do you guys know basketball? Ned Gee Does Rue understand basketball? Do you respect the game?"

The reporters oppressed by Mo Mengchen had nothing to say: "Everyone, respect is mutual!"

"Using this reporter as a benchmark, I believe that many people on the scene have the same purpose as him. They rushed from the Motor City to Portland not to cheer for us. They want to see us lose and then beat us hard. Laugh at us." Mo Mengchen said, "That's why we missed the press conference, we don't want to see these bastards! We have to calmly prepare for tonight's game, so we won the final victory!"

"If no one cheers for us, we cheer for ourselves!"

"If no one is proud of us, let's make ourselves proud of ourselves!" Most Detroit reporters dare not look at Mo Mengchen, his piercing eyes made them feel ashamed, "Instead of fighting for a bunch of guys who hate us The game, we might as well play the game for ourselves, that's what I'm saying!"

The audience was silent.

"Now you can start asking questions, but sorry, I will not answer your questions, because the existence of this group of people makes me sick, and unless this group of people leave, I will not answer any questions!"

Mo Mengchen expelled the reporters from Detroit indiscriminately.

He knows that there are Detroit media who support them here, but only in this way can those media who support them feel empathy.

The media that supported them will not hold grudges because they were expelled. On the contrary, they will feel guilty and provide stronger support in public opinion.

Then, Hill also stated: "Sorry, for the smooth progress of the press conference, please leave the media from Detroit."

Rasheed and Dumas did not speak, but their meaning was clear.

Westphal said with a smile: "This is the reason why we can come back in this situation tonight. The whole team is united as one."

The Detroit media had to leave.

This was embarrassing. They couldn't refute Mo Mengchen's words, and they couldn't make things difficult for the Pistons in the subsequent questioning session. They could only continue to repeat the same old tune, but Mo Mengchen's words they used to discredit the Pistons had been completely refuted by Mo Mengchen.

Now the Pistons are the victims.

The Red Wings are provocateurs, and the media are their accomplices. If the Pistons finally win the championship, the Red Wings will face the worst public opinion environment in history, and their city status will also be shaken.

Now, the sports world in Detroit is really going to change!

　Asking for the monthly pass at the end of the month, for the sake of my seventh update yesterday, the monthly pass at the end of the month must be in my hands~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)