You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 93 Smart Prediction

Mo Mengchen took a look at the Blazers' line of defense and saw nothing wrong.

Sabonis is tall enough to guard the territory, coupled with a strong defensive player, any team will have to pay a heavy price if they want to fight against them.

"Pull away!"

Mo Mengchen emptied the corner to make room for Alan Houston, and he was going to be singled out.

Houston was pleasantly surprised, but he hasn't singled out the ball for a long time.

If there were no accidents, Mo Mengchen simulated the possible scenes in his mind, and then passed the ball.

"It seems that you have been frightened by me. Very well, this shows that you are not as ignorant of flattery as the legend says." Strickland said lightly.

"No matter what you think, trust me, it's all wrong."

As soon as Mo Mengchen's voice fell, Houston passed Aaron McGee. The opponent's defensive method was to lock the upper line and put the bottom line. It seemed to be a wrong approach, because every coach would require players to stick to the bottom line.

McGee naturally knows this truth, and he believes in Sabonis' defense ability more than the truth.

Ever since, the CIC king thought he could completely blow McGee's defense, but he didn't know that he fell into the Blazers' defensive trap as soon as he took a step. He jumped into the air but couldn't make a shot. Pu's screen runs open.

"Damn it, you plot against me!"

Houston passed the ball in grief and indignation.

"I believe in you, CP." Mo Mengchen took the ball and made a three-pointer.

I believe you will find someone to pass the ball after you encounter Sabonis's help defense.

I firmly believe.

Mo Mengchen responded to Strickland with a three-pointer, and he didn't intend to leave: "Your defense is at the same level as mine."

"Did I hear you right?" Strickland didn't expect Mo Mengchen to dare to talk trash at him. He always thought that his aura intimidated the other party, but now it seems that he was very wrong.

Sure enough, the rumors are not false, this guy really doesn't know what respect is.

"I don't mind saying it again." Mo Mengchen said, "Your defense is on the same level as mine."

As soon as Mo Mengchen left, Houston chased after him: "Rookie, how can you plot against me? I thought it was a duel!"

"Do you think I can expect that they will set a trap for you to force you to pass the ball?" Mo Mengchen gave him a blank look, but in fact, he was joking.

But Houston didn't hear it. Yes, he really thought that Mo Mengchen had seen through the Blazers' defensive arrangement, and let him step into it even though he knew it was a trap, in order to use his offense to distract others so that he could run easily. out of space.

He really felt that all of this was arranged by Mo Mengchen.

But the other party denied it, which made him not so sure.
Is it really a coincidence?
Mo Mengchen made a joke, but Houston didn't understand it, which made him very frustrated, so he had to admit: "Yes, the assumption in your mind is the truth."

"You!" Houston was furious, "How could you do this to me!"

There was no time to explain, as an enraged Strickland was already in front of him with the ball.

"Do you know how a butcher kills a pig?" asked Strickland.

I just know how to dissect, are you interested?

Mo Mengchen didn't answer, and Strickland wasn't interested in chattering with him. His breakthrough ability was well known in the world, and the cumulative number of assists in the top ten in history was not due to master-level vision, but fatal breakthroughs combined with Keen ball awareness.

In the same direction, Strickland didn't even change direction, relying on the starting speed of the first step, he still passed Mo Mengchen.

It's not that simple this time, stupid CP.

Hill had already quietly approached the penalty area, and just as Strickland made a shot, Devil Mountain leapt into the air and blasted his layup to the floor.

Mo Mengchen picked up the floor ball and shouted: "Fast attack!"

"Give me, give me, give me!"

Houston yelled.

Mo Mengchen ran at full speed. In the frontcourt, he played 2 against Houston. The Blazers retreated very fast, but he didn't stop to fight, and suddenly gave a wonderful cannonball pass.

If it wasn't for Houston and Mo Mengchen's cooperation for so long, such a ferocious pass would have been impossible to catch. He held the ball and paused on the spot. McGee took a step away from him, which was enough.

The CIC king pulled it up decisively, and McGee waved his hand and hit him. The moment the whistle sounded, the former dialed the ball and shot.

When the ball was scored, Little Dura led the audience to shout "beautiful".

Huston, who was extremely excited, gave Mo Mengchen a high five.

"I'll see who the fuck says I only score in garbage time! I'm the best fucking shooter of all time!!" Houston yelled.

"Well, this can't hide the fact that you are the league's garbage time scoring leader." Mo Mengchen always poured cold water on Houston when he was at the top.

Whenever he did, Houston would be freaking out and yelling at him.

Compared with Houston, who was thrown cold water, Strickland, who was hated by Hill, was even more angry. If it weren't for this Duke bastard to meddle in his own business, he would have scored 5 points now.

"Without defense, you're a piece of shit!" Strickland cursed.

Mo Mengchen smiled lightly; "A bad defender like us must know how to use the help defense. If everyone is as arrogant as you, I'm afraid we will usher in the end of the world before 2012."

"Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? FXXX's Aussie!" Strickland was completely enraged.

A good defender can set the game at its own pace.

Strickland can be said to be a good defender, but his mentality has completely exploded now. He can't tell what is good and what is bad. He just rigidly believes that Mo Mengchen's defense is bad, and then he must be blown up. If you don't blow him up, you won't give up.

He will continue to attack.

Not surprisingly, this lunatic has lost control of himself, like a drug addict.

When Mo Mengchen was defending, he gestured with one hand behind his back, and his teammates made judgments through these gestures.

For example, now that he judges that Strickland will continue to abandon his teammates and fight alone, he will give a reminder to let others get ready, because he really can't prevent Strickland's breakthrough, it's okay It's hard to admit.

Fortunately, this is a five-on-five match, but there are always some stupid CPs who suddenly think that they are playing one-on-one.

Like Strickland.

Seeing Mo Mengchen's gesture, Houston was thinking about how to help.

Although this rookie's mouth is stinky, he can't just sit and watch his teammates get blown up, and this rookie does have a few tricks.

His judgment has never been wrong, whether on or off the court, no matter how big or small.

"You wait to die, bastard Reek, I will let you die a miserable death!"

Strickland hit the ball hard, wondering if he would feel pain when the ball was tortured by him?

Why does this group of people always talk about death when they spam?Is there something new?
"Come on." Mo Mengchen provocatively said.

These words were the last fire that ignited the prairie. Strickland made a high-level crotch change of direction in front of him. The stride was so large and the speed of movement was so fast that Mo Mengchen couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Knees—I don’t know knees are expensive when I am young, but I walk slowly like a turtle when I am old.

Strickland was like a flash, breaking Mo Mengchen's defense in an instant, and this was just the beginning, but it was over soon.

He rushed behind Mo Mengchen, but bumped into Houston.

The referee was magnanimous in not calling him dribbling with the ball, and his ball was released under the impact.

"What an attack like a pig!"

The mocking words came out of the Pistons' No. 9 mouth, Strickland's eyes were burning, his teammates were downcast, and Sabonis was even more miserable. He didn't like running, and the team also strongly advocated slowing down the pace of the game. , but Strickland made such a move, went back and forth continuously, did not touch the ball, and sweated dozens of grams.

During the fast break, Mo Mengchen made a lob pass to Hill, and Devil Mountain flew into the sky and dunked.

10 is better than 5
With such a start, no one expected that a defender who lost control of his emotions could affect the game to this extent?

The Blazers coach PJ Carlesimo couldn't tolerate Strickland's nonsense any longer. He yelled: "Rod, if you still want to play, pass the ball to me well, and if you don't want to play, get out of here." , what the hell were you doing on the field just now?"

A furious coach is the scariest presence on the pitch.

Strickland was originally fighting, but he calmed down a lot after the head coach lost his temper.

How can I get angry with this rookie?Without the help of his teammates, he is not my opponent at all, why should I argue with him?How stupid!

Well, it's time for him to pass the ball.

Who will he pass it on to?Mo Mengchen thought of the only player on the Trail Blazers who scored points besides Strickland.

Naturally, it is the team leader in the Trail Blazers, and the iron hoop helped the boss Clifford Robinson.

Moreover, walking on one side seems to create a heads-up opportunity for Robinson.

No mistake, it must be Robinson.

Mo Mengchen couldn't directly use hand gestures to tell his teammates who the trailblazer's tactical end point was, but he could tell them to pay attention to that area.

Whoever is standing in that area is who the end point is.

Everyone has noticed that Robinson is in a prominent position, which happens to be his hot spot, can't it be such a coincidence?

Must be him!
Sabonis put up a high-quality screen and made a high-quality screen. It seemed that he was going to make an assault on the weak side. In fact, Robinson was ready.

"Clifford!"

Strickland yelled after breaking through and threw the ball with his left hand.

"no no!"

Robinson shook his head vigorously, it was too late.

A Satanic hand stretched out from his side, pushing the racket that should have fallen into his palm forward, and then, the pass-breaker chased after him as fast as he could.

"Grant Hill steals the pass!"

"What a clever prediction!"

"Nobody can stop him anymore, showtime!"

Hill did not disappoint the fans, and ran to the front court with a flat-basket Tomahawk dunk to ignite the enthusiasm of the audience.

(End of this chapter)