You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 79 You'd better die!

"nailed it?"

Hill and Dumars looked eagerly.

Mo Mengchen really wants to know, what does it have to do with these two if he can handle Ephraim?
In fact, it has a lot to do with it. Mo Mengchen has a bad temper, so Hill and Dumas thought, if this guy is nourished by love, will he become milder?Although it is an extravagant wish, it is better than doing nothing.

"It should be done." Mo Mengchen was not sure, he hadn't done this for a long time.

"Yes!"

The two clapped hands in front of Mo Mengchen, as if they had won the jackpot.

These two people can really form a CP together, they are really a pair of genuine CPs.

Mo Mengchen shook his head and walked off the court, while Collins was about to make the final arrangements.

On the field, their opponents, dressed in green jerseys that are good for the eyes, shouted mightily.

Mo Mengchen walked onto the court, and his opponent was Gary Payton, the best defensive number one in history.

In terms of achievements, the "Rogue" Walter Fraser in the 70s may be higher, but Payton is the one who owns DPOY.

"Finally I see you, an Australian guy. I've heard a lot about you recently, but I miss you so much!" Peyton yelled roughly.

Miss you fucking?
Mo Mengchen didn't know what expression to face this trash talk: "I regret what happened to your mother."

"Stop fucking nonsense!" Peyton's expression suddenly changed.

It was also at this time that Mo Mengchen's teammate miraculously jumped onto the ball.

That's rare, and there are only a handful of centers in this league who can lose to Terry Mills on the jump ball.

The center of the Sonics has the same name as the best point guard in history. He is also called Elvin Johnson, but he has a net height of seven feet. It stands to reason that he should not lose to Mills.

"Detroit's rookie, Dor.Mo, who has been very strong recently, has the ball in the half court. We have heard a lot of rumors about him, but facing Gary, he will suffer a lot."

"Poor guy, let's pray for him."

As soon as the game started, Payton turned into a beast, like a periodic rabies patient, grinning at the enemy, ready to kill at any time.

"Come on, you bloody Aussie, call me!"

Payton started to fight, his actions were a bit too fierce, this is not their home court, such defensive actions are not accepted by the referee.

"Beep!"

The whistle blew, before Mo Mengchen lost the ball.

"Do you think the referee can save you?" Payton sneered.

Payton's defense is like a horror movie. It needs to be heightened. If there is a ghost running in front of the camera to scare people at the beginning, you won't be scared.

It needs to go slowly, from a little bit of weirdness to a lot of abnormal events, scary soundtrack, suddenly amplified sound and tried-and-true flashbacks. Only when the atmosphere is set to a certain extent can people feel scary.

Payton didn't need to play for 10 minutes like a horror movie. He let Mo Mengchen know his style in the first defensive round of the game.

"Mo, pass the ball if it doesn't work," Hill said.

Hill served the ball out of bounds, Mo Mengchen leaned against Payton's body, suddenly let go of the confrontation, raised one hand, trying to catch the ball.

Peyton has seen this kind of catching routine countless times—Mo Mengchen felt a black shadow behind him, and he moved subconsciously, trying to block that person, but his body reaction speed could not keep up with his consciousness, and in an instant In a short time, the ball that should have been passed to him was snatched away by Payton.

While grabbing the ball, Payton aggressively pushed him away and launched a counterattack with the ball.

"Mo"

Payton kicked off the first shot of the night with a counter-attack dunk.

"I don't welcome you to the NBA. In my opinion, a loser like you who has been scrapped many times should go to the hospital to do that kind of disgusting work. Basketball is not as easy as you think." Payton walked to Mo Meng Chen's side deliberately bumped into him.

When dealing with violence, Mo Mengchen's response is naturally violence.

As soon as Hill's ball was delivered, Mo Mengchen rushed in front of Peyton and hit him in the face with an "unintentional" elbow.

"Beep!"

The referee gave Mo Mengchen an offensive foul.

Peyton tasted the ups and downs in a few seconds: "Hahaha~~Are you angry? I just want you to be angry, what can you do to me? Will someone cheer for you? You should have died long ago, no ?"

Mo Mengchen was originally in a good mood, he had just finished his confession, and he could date Ephraim after the game, but unfortunately, tonight he met a mad dog.

What Peyton said just now hit his heart.

His face darkened.

"Wow, are you really angry? It's wrong for a doctor to hurt someone, right? What about your oath? Is what I said wrong?" Peyton leaned close to Mo Mengchen's face, spattering trash talk in a tone And said: "I read your profile, God must hate you idiot, that's why he let you live, you behaved so well, will anyone cheer for you?"

The moment he spat out the trash talk, Peyton accelerated forward, exerted force with his upper body, and knocked Mo Mengchen's body away in one fell swoop.

Scary bloodshot burst out of Mo Mengchen's eyes, he had never run so fast before, this was the first time his teammates saw him run so fast.

Payton broke through him, but didn't get rid of him completely. This kind of defense is completely in place, but the physical fitness of the two is very different. Mo Mengchen wanted to block Payton, but he didn't touch the ball.

The basketball flew over the basket and fell directly towards the center of the basket.

"Shh!"

"What can you do?"

There were some other voices at the scene.

That's a boo to Payton, because he's ravaging the Motown's new favorite.

Hikoma looked disgusted.

His partner is a serious commentator, not as biased as he is. Regarding the situation, he just said: "It can be seen that Gary has conducted a detailed study of Dor.Mo, and he has completely targeted it."

"Sister, Doctor Mo..." Adrian didn't quite understand the game yet, but he could at least see that Mo Mengchen suffered a big loss.

Ephraim was worried. The front row could not only see the details of the game, but also hear their trash talk, especially Payton said every trash talk very loudly, wishing that everyone in the audience could hear it.

"Bastard!" Ephraim stared at Peyton angrily.

What's wrong with me?
Mo Mengchen picked up his jersey and made a move he had never done before.

He grabbed the jersey full of germs and wiped the sweat off his face. This was something Mo Mengchen used to do, and he also inherited this habit.

I was actually irritated by him, and I really shouldn't.

calm down.

"Mo, how are you?" Houston asked.

"I'm fine," Mo Mengchen said to him, "Pay attention to running."

Seeing that Mo Mengchen was the same as usual, Houston was slightly relieved.

Who can stand that kind of trash talk?It's really bearable, Houston thought, if it were him, he would have gone up with his fists.

Before Mo Mengchen dribbled the ball past halftime, Peyton came up to interfere, and the trash talk continued.

His advancing speed didn't slow down, he took the ball steadily to the frontcourt, the top of the arc landed, and the Pistons' tactics began to work.

Just when he was about to direct the movement, Payton secretly called his teammates with gestures.Just when Mo Mengchen wanted to break through to create space, Hurry Hawkins suddenly approached, and the hand-to-ball he took out was determined to win.

Mo Mengchen had already seen him, and was about to use his body to make a close contact between their teammates. Peyton made an attack—his body bumped into him. There was no doubt that this was a foul, but the line referee didn't call it. He hesitated.

Once he hesitated, the time to call a foul passed. Peyton snatched the ball from Mo Mengchen, raised his right hand, and hit Mo Mengchen hard on the chest.

This made Mo Mengchen seem to be knocked away as if he couldn't help resisting, and fought back again.

6 is better than 0
"Damn it, that's a fucking foul!" Collins yelled at the referee, "Can't you see the foul? He swung his elbow!"

Payton fought back and cursed at the chattering Collins: "Shut up, old bastard!"

"You bloody idiot!" Collins spat at Payton on the sidelines.

"Poor rookie, he's going through the worst night of his career."

Payton ran over with his trash talk: "Are you so useless that you can only rely on the coach to help you complain?"

"Mo, let me deal with him."

Hill wants to change places with Mo Mengchen.

"No, I'll take care of it myself." Mo Mengchen said.

"Obviously, you can't solve him, because of you, we were beaten 6-0." Hill said.

Mo Mengchen retorted: "It's my fault, but I still have time to make up for it. Just do what you usually do and leave the rest to me."

"He is a lunatic, you are no match for him now!"

"Is he crazy?" Mo Mengchen smiled coldly, "Me too."

Hill knew that he couldn't persuade Mo Mengchen, he just wanted to confirm the other party's determination, and now it seems that his will has not been depressed by Peyton's series of blows.

depressed?No, rather than saying that, it's better to say that he's scrappy right now.
"You know what? Don't offend the doctor by offending anyone, but you offended me deeply, and I feel so sad for your family."

Before Peyton's trash talk had time to say it, Thorpe's cover was set up suddenly.

Mo Mengchen exerted force under his feet, dragging the hardest part under his feet, hitting Peyton's leg, the softest thigh, which is the part with the most nervous system in the lower limbs.Mo Mengchen didn't use much force, but Thorpe's position doubled the damage of his blow.

"Ah~~~!"

Peyton screamed, Mo Mengchen got rid of him and made a layup after receiving Hill's pass.

"It's too late to cry now," Mo Mengchen walked slowly in front of Peyton, "You'd better go die!"

　I have always felt that there are only villains and no one dares to provoke them. My setting for the protagonist is that he will be finished if he is injured, so he will do whatever it takes to protect himself. There are several reasons why I chose Peyton in this battle: 1. This guy has a stinky mouth, which is in line with his personality. 2. He has no fans. 3. I just happened to be in a bad mood when I wrote this, and it is easy to write violent content, so he is unlucky.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)