You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 59 If You Don't Mind
Today's match was extremely intense.

Considering that tomorrow is Thanksgiving, the amount of training Collins arranges is not large, and it is for this reason that his players will devote all their energy to this game.

Mo Mengchen led the substitute to fight against the main players led by Hill and Houston.

This kind of confrontation is usually a one-sided massacre, but today's game was played very fiercely.

A total of 21 balls were played. Currently, Mo Mengchen's white team has won the match point, leading the black team by 1 ball.

Hill and the others need to advance a goal, defend another goal, and then score another goal to win the game.

"Mo, your defense can't stop me at all!"

After Hill finished speaking, as if to prove himself, he took a sudden step, like lightning and meteors splitting across the sky, Luoer couldn't even react.

Duke's Devil Mountain got closer to the basket and dunked successfully.

"Strike~~~!"

Houston clenched his fist and yelled.

"Your defense just now was too bad. As a punishment, you will shoot the last ball." Mo Mengchen said to Luoer.

"The last ball?"

Lol froze for a moment.

Don Reed said: "Yes, if Louis doesn't score, we still have to defend."

"For us, that's the last ball." Theo Ratliff knew what Mo Mengchen meant.

Hill has already played well. With his offense, as long as he is a little selfish, Lore can't defend him at all, and this is the last ball, he will definitely come by himself, just like just now, one step over others and end the game .

Hearing Mo Mengchen's words, Luoer kept swallowing. Originally, he just regarded the game as an ordinary match, but now, they have a chance to defeat the black team led by three main players.

Lore was the best player on the offensive end of the white team today. He received four assists from Mo Mengchen, and several times he scored points in singles.

He took half of the team's points, which made Collins shine.

Now, it's up to him to finish the game.

Luoer kept breathing, he had to calm down, he had to be calm, he had to be ready, he knew that Mo Mengchen would definitely create the best chance for him.

Mo Mengchen, who was holding the ball at the top of the arc, suddenly raised his hand.

Lynch Hunter didn't know what it meant, but when Mo Mengchen made tactical gestures, it usually meant that the black team's defense was about to collapse.

The coaching staff was watching from the sidelines. After a few seconds, several people including Collins opened their mouths.

"This is not our tactic!"

Collins doesn't recall ever making such a play, nor has he ever seen one.

Don Reed and Mark West ran an X route, they cut through the black team's defensive veins, and Mo Mengchen suddenly broke through at this time.

Hunter didn't know the situation behind him. Mo Mengchen made a breakthrough in the middle, but no one came to help defend. Seeing that the line of defense was about to be broken, Hill chased after him.

"It's not that easy, Mo!"

Hill yelled.

Mo Mengchen picked up the ball and jumped lightly, but Hill behind him was like a berserk behemoth. He was faster, taller and more explosive than Mo Mengchen.

As long as Mo Mengchen dared to make a move, a blood cap would be unavoidable.

"what?"

Hill stared.

The ball, which was supposed to be thrown towards the basket, was driven by Mo Mengchen and turned slowly behind him.

The fingers were released, and the ball flew backwards.

Loll, who was advancing from the back, just caught the ball and slammed into the dunk.

"The white team won!"

"How did you see that?" cried Hill. "No, you shouldn't have seen him at all!"

Mo Mengchen wiped off his sweat and said, "A point guard who doesn't trust his teammates is not a good point guard."

"You won." Hill walked to the sidelines with heartache, and took out an extremely precious 92 version of the Duke Blue Devils home jersey from his backpack.

That's his jersey, and now he wants to sign it and pass it on to Mo Mengchen.

"Keep it safe, this version of the jersey is now priceless!"

This was the gamble Hill regretted most in his life.

"I didn't want it." Mo Mengchen said.

Ephraim’s younger brother Adrian asked for it—the reason for this was this. Before going out this morning, Mo Mengchen asked Adrian what he wanted for Thanksgiving. He said he wanted Hill’s signed jersey.

That's right, he didn't specify what Hill's jersey he wanted, but Mo Mengchen felt that gifts, especially jerseys, should be valuable for collection. He just knew that Hill treasured a college jersey, so Just before the game started, I made a bet with the opponent.

The stakes are Hill's jersey and Mo Mengchen's salary this month.

Hill thought they would win, so for Mo Mengchen's meager salary, he gambled on his extremely cherished collection of Duke jerseys.

"It's not what you want? Then can you give it back to me? I can give you another jersey!" Hill said reluctantly.

Mo Mengchen snatched the jersey arbitrarily: "I would like to accept the bet, Grant."

"Damn it! Goodbye, my beloved Saint Cloth!" Hill wept.

"Cruel, really cruel." Houston said.

Rhett asked, "How cruel?"

Dumars laughed: "Just like Michael Jordan would wear a North Carolina shorts in his outer pants anytime, anywhere, that jersey has a special meaning to Grant."

"What's the point?"

"He wore that jersey the first time he led Duke to a title."

"Oh, that's right"

Luis M. Lore is immersed in the joy of the lore, as Hill said, his follow-up is not foreseeable.

At first, Mo Mengchen didn't greet him, he just chased after him instinctively, and he didn't know if the former would pass the ball.

It all happened very suddenly.

On the coaching staff side, they were also whispering.

"The tactic just now is definitely not our team's tactic."

"Yes, we have never practiced this tactic."

"Could it be Mo's own tactics?"

"What tactics could he have? Maybe Washington University tactics?"

"I don't believe that the University of Washington can develop such a beautiful play."

Collins doesn't want to discuss the source of the tactic here. The master who used this tactic is standing there, so just ask him directly?

"Mo, come here." Collins smiled.

Holding Hill's holy clothes in his hand, Mo Mengchen came to Collins: "Coach, what's the matter?"

"Mo, you just won beautifully. I didn't even think about the last pass." Collins said.

"It's just trust, I believe in Louis." Mo Mengchen said.

Collins laughed and said: "Of course, trusting your teammates is also the reason why you can win, but what really created this opportunity was Don and Theo's X-cross screen. We have never played such a tactic, Mo, this is what happened?"

that?
Mo Mengchen finally knew the purpose of Collins talking to him.

Let's start from the beginning. When Mo Mengchen came over, understood his situation, and decided to play basketball, he knew that even if he had a system, he might not be able to rule everything like other traversers. His injuries History is there, and we have to pay attention to it.

Later, he also confirmed this point. Even with a system, improving strength is a long and slow process. He needs to take it slowly. Before he is completely strong, he needs to keep the team competitive.

He was not strong enough for tactics, so he began to frantically read literature related to tactics.

The works of major NCAA coaches, and some game videos from ten or 20 years ago.

Even black-and-white footage from the 50s shows some interesting tactics that still apply today.

He has only practiced this tactic with Don Reed, Ratliff, and Lore, and has never used it in actual combat.

Mo Mengchen named this tactic the scalpel.

"I saw this tactic a few days ago when I was watching UCLA game tapes in the 80s, and I found it interesting, so I tried it tonight, and luckily it worked."

Mo Mengchen didn't want to show off, and he didn't want Collins to have the idea that "I'm a waste compared to him".

Although Collins has no tactics, he can be regarded as his bole. At least in the next three years, they all need to get along in harmony.

"I see. It seems that I have to watch some videos. We must always improve, especially the technical and tactical literacy. If this thing does not advance, it will retreat." Collins said embarrassingly.

This thing is over.

Mo Mengchen grabbed Hill's holy cloth and began to distribute Thanksgiving gifts to his teammates.

One thing he wondered, why are other people's gifts very small, but his is very big?

The gifts that others gave him were all in large packages, and the weight was not light.

"How can I take it back?" Mo Mengchen's face was dark.

In order to bring these gift bags back to the apartment, Mo Mengchen specially invited a few people to help. After returning home and unpacking them, he found that they were all fucking kitchen utensils.

Hey guy, everything in his kitchen could be refurbished once Thanksgiving is over.

"These idiots!" Mo Mengchen stared at those old kitchen utensils, not knowing what to do.

"Ding dong."

"Ding dong."

Mo Mengchen went to answer the door, and the person who rang the doorbell was Adrian.

"Doctor Mo, come quickly, my sister blew up the kitchen!"

Adrian dragged Mo Mengchen to his home, and then saw the most embarrassing Ephraim ever.

The kitchen smelled of noxious gas and burnt turkey, some bread and mashed potatoes in poor condition, plus winter melon pie that couldn't be tell whether it was pumpkin pie or watermelon pie
"you are"

If someone else had ruined the kitchen like this, Mo Mengchen would have ridiculed her so much that she jumped off the stairs.

And now, he just wants to laugh.

".I." Ephraim smiled sheepishly.

"Is it just the two of you tonight?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"Yeah, but I screwed up anyway," Ephraim said.

Mo Mengchen scratched his head and said, "It just so happens that I'm alone, why don't the three of us who are alone have dinner together tonight?"

"But...my place has been destroyed by me"

Mo Mengchen said with a smile: "My kitchen is fully equipped, and I just need to replace some old kitchen utensils, if you don't mind."

"Do you need me to do anything?"

"I need you to wash your face."

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　Thank you for the rewards of Breaking Dawn and Destroying Abyss.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)