You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 57 Score by strength, can it be called brushing?

"It's amazing, Mo's efficiency."

Pistons statistician Douglas Sheed said: "He is now averaging 8 points, 5 rebounds and 8 assists per game. What I care about is his offense. He only takes shots from outside the three-point line and in the penalty area. So far this season, no A mid-range jumper."

"As far as I know, he's very efficient?" Collins asked.

Sid nodded and said, "It's outrageously high."

"He took three three-pointers per game, averaged two goals per game, and his shooting percentage was as high as 66%. Although there are not many game samples, he has not had a bad night so far. He has always been stable. He is completely Can take more [-]-pointers."

As soon as Sid finished speaking, Mo Mengchen received Hill's pass from the bottom corner and raised his hand to score another three-pointer.

"Shh!"

The point difference suddenly came to 12 points, and the Kings requested a timeout. Mo Mengchen took three shots tonight, all three-pointers, and all hits.

"Grant, why don't you pass me the ball?"

Houston has a lot of opinions. Tonight's game has only taken one shot, and he hasn't made a shot yet, and the score is zero. This is unimaginable for him.

He and Hill are the top two scorers of the Pistons. Usually, if one of them has a problem with output, the Pistons' offense will have problems.

"Mo's touch is so good, if I don't pass the ball to him, I feel uneasy." Hill said sincerely.

Houston was very resentful: "Then you see that I have shot once from tonight to now, do you feel okay?"

"Uh"

Houston's grievances are also defensive. He is facing the top player of the Kings, Mitch Mond, and the opponent's possession of the ball is endless. When he and Hill confronted each other in the first half, he and Hill did not directly face each other.

Hill abused the King's flanks and perimeter, while Mitchmond continued to score points on Houston.

One momentum kept growing, the other kept falling, and finally made it to the second half, but there was still no ball in the end. The frustration of the CIC king is understandable.

"What the hell are you thinking?"

Houston walked onto the court without morale, looking down at his shoes, which could easily affect the morale of the team.

"He wants to attack." Hill said.

Houston said: "I am the team's second offensive player, but I have only shot once since the beginning. I think this is not normal."

"He has a point."

Mo Mengchen was so abnormal tonight, Hill was really worried that the person standing in front of him would tear off a mask from his face in the next second.

How could Mo Mengchen be so used to Houston in a normal state?It is simply impossible!
"Grant, did you hear that?" Houston, like a child, smiled like a flower when he heard Mo Mengchen say this.

Back from the timeout, Mitchmond first regained his touch with a face-to-face jumper.

After the ball was scored, he waved to Houston: "Come on, Alan, oh I forgot, you don't have the ball in your hand at all, you are a supporting role tonight."

Houston got the ball and was about to attack, but Mitchmond's strong body lay across in front of him, like a solid fortress, and he couldn't think of anything else.

At this time, Mo Mengchen deliberately retreated to the bottom corner, allowing Hill to lift to the top of the arc.

He wants to see how Houston will choose.

Houston is not good at attacking with the ball. He is good at positioning and likes to play some tactics that simply cut out the catch and shoot. If he has to hold the ball, he can only rely on long hands when he is very close to the basket. Take one step at a time.

He's not like Mitch Mond, an offensive guard with a full set of offensive tools.

The decision took five seconds.

Houston got the ball out, which is rare for him.

There are many faces off the court.

Mitchmond scolded Houston for being useless, but now it was his turn to make a choice.

Do you want to double-team?
Without the double-team, Hill would eat his teammates alive, and with the double-team, Houston's shooting is no joke.

He didn't have a chance to make a choice, because Hill made a lightning-quick first step past Walter Williams, and then, like a shooting star, the long arm raised the basketball and rushed to the basket for a dunk like a devil.

This is very embarrassing, Mo Mengchen has already thought of how to educate Houston while making him doubt his life after making a reckless choice, but now, he has made the right choice.

Do you want to praise him?
"Grant, attack yourself if you have a chance, and if they double-team you, give me the ball!"

Houston shouted like a different person.

Wait a moment!Is this your line?
In any case, Mo Mengchen never thought that Houston would have such an awareness.

"You look surprised?" Houston glanced at Mo Mengchen. He felt that he had made the right choice, but Mo Mengchen remained silent, and he didn't know if he was doing the right thing.

Mo Mengchen seemed to have a thousand-year-old phlegm stuck in his throat, and said with all his strength, "Good job."

As soon as the voice fell, both he and Houston were shocked.

Mo Mengchen couldn't believe he said this - did I praise him?
Houston couldn't believe what he heard—did he praise me?
After more than half of the third quarter, the Pistons took a 15-point lead.

Collins made substitution adjustments, he took Houston and Hill, and replaced Dumars and Michael Curry.

With Hill, the Kings seem to be able to take a breather.

Mo Mengchen dribbled the ball across the half, and Edney was still facing him.

He didn't know why the coach of the Kings was so obsessed with this white short winter melon. Did he save the coach's life?
Edney's defensive position was a bit too far back. He was not tall and didn't bounce well. With such a large defensive distance, in Mo Mengchen's view, it was a big open space.

Before the tactics were activated, Mo Mengchen pulled up and shot.

This is completely beyond the expectations of others.

"Are you crazy?" Houston stood up from the bench.

"Shh!"

"Dor.Mo ignored the defense and hit a three-pointer!"

"His shot was overshadowed by Teus Edney's defense."

"Defense?" Mo Mengchen taunted, "They actually thought you were defensive."

Edney had nothing to say as he let Mo Mengchen make four of four shots from beyond the three-point line.

Mitchmond is still playing back, and the opponent is replaced by Curry, and his back is even more aggressive.

Curry had just entered the court, and he didn't stretch out his movements. He wanted to have a few strong confrontations, but the opponent immediately pushed him away from his original position, turned over and threw in.

"My fault!"

Curry yelled.

"It's okay, Alan can't guard against him." Mo Mengchen comforted.

"What nonsense are you talking about?!!" Houston seemed to hear all the bad things about him.

Mo Mengchen's consolation was very helpful to Curry, and the two of them ran away as if nothing had happened, as if they hadn't heard Houston's voice.

"They ignored me!" Houston said excitedly, "They ignored me!"

Hill said: "With all due respect, it is nothing new for him to ignore you."

Edney was scared when he saw Mo Mengchen holding the ball. He didn't know why he had such a strange mentality. The opponent was playing a non-aggressive game.

From the beginning to now, there has not been a breakthrough with the ball, and all the points obtained come from three-pointers.

This kind of game should be easy to deal with. Edney wants to get rid of Mo Mengchen's shadow, and he is getting closer.

Suddenly, Edney felt that he was about to score another three-pointer.

Mo Mengchen's hand pulled the ball higher and higher, and he could hold the ball up at any time.

The fear from the bottom of his heart made Edney jump up to block the shot, even though he was only 178 cm tall.

Preemptive attack is the most stupid way to defend. With his jump, the initiative came to Mo Mengchen's hands. With a slight bow, Edney could no longer threaten his ball.

Mo Mengchen's original intention was to rush in and score the ball, but after he came in, he found that the king's inside line was blocked by his teammates, and he had an extremely wide space for layups.

He doesn't care how many points he can get, but if such a good opportunity is missed, it would be a waste.

"Boom!"

"Dor.Mo sets a new personal scoring record in a single game!"

"He made 14 of [-] shots and scored [-] points. His efficiency is about to break through the sky!"

The point difference continued to widen, and the Kings had nothing to do about it.

Mo Mengchen passed the ball to Thorpe, received Curry's pick-and-roll and ran out an open space, received the ball and made a three-pointer. The point difference came to 21 points. His personal score also reached 17 points. The Kings could only request a timeout.

Their timeout couldn't change the situation on the court, nor could it prevent Mo Mengchen's 100% shooting rate. They could only let the players down to take a breath, so as not to be defeated by this devilish away game atmosphere.

"Mo, come down and rest."

Collins continued to make substitutions and scored 21 points on his opponent before halfway through the three quarters. Such an easy game is so rare.

This pause is the turning point of the game, and the suspense slowly fades away.

The only question left tonight is: How many points will the Kings end up losing?
In the fourth quarter, Houston went up to score again.

He seems to especially like to score points during garbage time.

Originally, his score was only 2 points. After slashing and picking in garbage time, his score became 13 points when he was off the court.

Scored 5 points in just 11 minutes, which shows how crazy this person is.

In the end, even Collins couldn't stand it anymore, and called a timeout to take him down.

Houston swaggered down and sat next to Mo Mengchen, just about to brag about himself.

"If the garbage time points are deducted from your average points per game, your average points per game will probably be halved." Mo Mengchen's words stimulated the CIC King to a climax.

What "garbage time has to be scored by someone"!
What is "how can the points earned by hard work be deducted"?
What "he respects the opponent to play at his best in garbage time."

In a word, scoring points based on strength, can it be called a brush?
In short, in order to prove that his data was not watery, he beeped in Mo Mengchen's ear for 10 minutes, and he didn't stop until the end of the game.

In the end, the Pistons beat the Kings by 22 points.

Mo Mengchen started for the first time in his career. His final statistics were 17 points, 7 rebounds and 7 assists, and his shooting percentage was 100%.

　Thanks for the invincible reward
　　
　
(End of this chapter)