You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 111 Please Witness

"I need you to challenge Michael Jordan, not put on a brave face and try to defend."

Mo Mengchen said to Houston.

Houston's eyes flickered. If he heard Mo Mengchen's words at other times, he would dismiss him and challenge Jordan?What's this?Of course he was going to challenge, but he was scared out of his wits by Jordan tonight.

Under his defense, the opponent scored 40 points in three quarters, and no matter who came, they would collapse.

Rodman's foul plus a technical foul gave the Pistons two free throws and one throw.

Mo Mengchen made two free throws, his personal score rose to 18 points, the point difference between the two sides was shortened to 14 points, and the ball was still in the hands of the Pistons.

Houston started running, galloping all over the court, which forced Jordan to lift his old legs to chase him.

Although he beat Houston to 250 tonight, but the game is not over, he can't let the opponent get a break.

Except for Mo Mengchen, everyone else was covering for Houston, useful or useless, with only one purpose: to consume Jordan.

Regardless of the final result, they must wear Jordan down.

Even if he can't be exhausted, he must reduce his shooting percentage through off-ball confrontation.

Mo Mengchen drew an excellent play for Houston. He ended up playing a 17-second chase with Jordan and making a shot after receiving the ball at the free throw line.

58 is better than 70
Someone noticed that after playing 3 minutes in the fourth quarter, the Bulls didn't score a single point.

"Detroit is extremely strong. They have made people despair countless times, but they have ignited new hope before the fans completely give up!"

Vinier Johnson said with emotion that he is a star of the team, and his jersey hangs above the Palace of Auburn Hills. Although he doesn't like the current situation of the Pistons, he always supports the team.

Wharton and Albert expressed overwhelmingly that the Pistons are strong-willed, but they are still optimistic about the Bulls' victory.

Jordan was about to get the ball and he went to the low post.

Tonight, he ate Houston raw in the low post countless times, and this time is the same.

It's not about skill, he can knock Houston out of his temper with size and strength alone.

It's just that the person standing under the basket is no longer Terry Mills who can't jump at all, but Theo Ratliff who will win the shot-blocking champion in the future.

"Pay attention to the timing, don't rush to take off, don't give him a chance, you are taller than him, you can definitely block his ball!"

This is what Mo Mengchen told Ratliff before making a free throw.

At this time, the voice was still in my ears.

When the trapeze showed extremely dazzling, but not as famous dream dance moves as Olajuwon, Houston had long been invisible in this flurry of dances.

Jordan held the ball and was about to pick the basket. At this moment, when the ball was released, Ratliff, like a falcon in the sky, swooped down on the field mouse and snake, and hit Jordan's ball on the backboard like a nail.

"Theo~~~!"

The audience growled.

"Counterattack!"

Houston was running fast. Mo Mengchen dribbled forward and pointed at the three-point line. He was very greedy and wanted to reduce the point difference to single digits in one go. This required Houston to adjust his mentality.

Pippen has already rushed back, and he covered the basket tightly. To complete this attack, a three-pointer is the only choice.

Mo Mengchen sent out the basketball.

The CIC king made a three-pointer, whoosh!
"!#!#"

The Palace of Auburn Hills could no longer hear other sounds, Houston ran up to Mo Mengchen and yelled at Mo Mengchen out of control.

61 is better than 70
The Bulls still didn't score in the fourth quarter.

Phil Jackson called a timeout.

No matter how calm he is, he can't sit still now.

The 20-point advantage was narrowed to 4 points in just 9 minutes. Without Rodman, their rebounding was no longer as strong as before, and the problem popped up like bamboo shoots in spring.

In Zen master's glasses, those eyes that can see through people's hearts scanned the number 9 of the Pistons.

"It's really hard to deal with," said the Zen master.

Collins was excited. He wanted to arrange some tactics to show the presence of the head coach, but when he picked up the tactical board and faced Mo Mengchen, he was dumbfounded.

He couldn't say a word, because he knew better than anyone else that it wasn't him who dragged the piston out of the abyss.

In the end he didn't say a word.

His players are not surprised, Collins is such a mediocre coach.

When the timeout ended, Mo Mengchen was the first to get up.

Then Hill and Houston followed him, followed by Thorp and Ratliff.

Jordan continued to get the ball in the low post, Houston was dead top, and Ratliff didn't wait for him to shoot anymore, because a player like Jordan would never give you a second chance.

So Ratliff gave up on Longley to double-team the greatest offensive player of all time, and possibly the most visionary passer at the two.

Jordan didn't hesitate. He saw Longley at the free throw line and passed a through ball from his original position.

Longley made a jumper from the free throw line and made it.

This is the first time the Bulls have scored in four and a half minutes.

72 is better than 61
"Grant!"

Mo Mengchen had been on good terms with Xiertong for a long time. As long as the Bulls scored, they would not stop the ball and immediately serve and counterattack.

Hill's coquettish long pass came in handy at this moment. He threw the ball vigorously and delivered it to Mo Mengchen accurately.

"Stop him! Defend! Defend!"

Even the Zen master lost his composure.

Mo Mengchen quickly dribbled the ball beyond the three-point line, pulled up and threw a chasing three-pointer, which was simply cut.

Swish!
"Dor. Mo~~~~~!"

Ephraim and Adrian fully integrated into the fans at the scene, screaming with emotion.

After the Bulls' scoring drought was broken, Jordan began to take over the team's offense.

It's just that he can't kill the Pistons by attacking alone.

They are chasing points, albeit slowly.

1 points in 1 minutes.

Mo Mengchen made a three-pointer, Houston made a three-pointer, and Hill singled out a breakthrough dunk.
Time and time again, the unyielding Pistons chased their opponents like crazy. They never wanted to lose this game. They wanted to end the losing streak against the Bulls with their own hands.

Jordan's offense was unstoppable.

In the last 2 minutes of the fourth quarter, Jordan broke through from outside the three-point line and scored with an extreme pull bar in the air. His personal score reached 52 points.

Thirteen seconds later, Mo Mengchen scored a three-pointer after catching the ball from outside.

tied.

That was Mo Mengchen's 28th point tonight, the highest score of his career.

In addition to these 28 points, he also had 11 rebounds and 9 assists.

Facing the best defensive team ever, Mo Mengchen handed in a perfect score, and the game is not over yet, he still has a chance to do better.

After making the three-pointer, Mo Mengchen ran past Jordan.

Jordan glanced at Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen's eyes were as sharp as a knife's edge, and there was murderous intent and intelligence in them. They were eyes that didn't know what failure was.

How fearless!
"But I won't lose."

Jordan took the ball with confidence, and only those who hold the king's stick with their own hands can have such confidence.

Bulls tactics killed.

Now that the basketball fell into his hands, even Pippen would roll aside.

He's going to decide the offense, and he's going to prove why there's only Jordan and those two guys in the NBA.

Due to the growth of age, the first step of an invincible player in the league is no longer as good as that of a young man like Hill, but as long as he wants to, he can easily break through his opponent, especially at critical moments. The only thing you can trust is breakthrough.

The closer to the basket, the higher the shooting rate. Since the moment basketball was born, this principle has not changed.

Jordan violently shredded Houston's defense and scored against Ratliff's defensive overlord.

And when he scored, the baseline referee blew his whistle and called Ratliff a defensive foul.

Jordan's three-pointer was so crucial, and the ball aroused the passion of others, and they roared out one after another.

Jordan knew that the game wasn't over yet, so he walked to the free throw line in silence and scored and added penalties.

87 is better than 84
The Bulls led by 3 points.

"There is still one and a half minutes left in the game!"

Through Mo Mengchen's command from the top of the arc, the Pistons cleared the left side, and through the pick-and-roll, he switched Harper in front of Houston.

Jordan was startled. Before they could respond, Mo Mengchen had already passed the ball to Houston.

For Houston, this will be a round to prove himself.

"Find yourself."

He remembered Mo Mengchen's words, and he always remembered them.

He was so disoriented by Jordan tonight, he couldn't even recognize who he was, until the last moment, he finally knew what he should do.

The Bulls have Jordan, they can point to the omnipotent No. 23 to win continuously, but we don't have Jordan.

In the end we're still on our own, aren't we?
How to win if you can't find yourself?

So, find yourself.

Mo Mengchen stopped at the top of the arc. He believed that Jordan would not dare to let him go. He made seven three-pointers tonight and only missed one.

"Only those who overcome themselves can find the light."

There was light in Houston's eyes. He patted the ball, aggressively invaded Harper's defense, and followed a clever footstep of turning inward after physical contact, caught the opponent's foul, and picked the ball to the basket with his hand.

"The goal counts!"

"There are additional penalties!"

"Alan Houston hit a [-]-pointer!"

Houston took a deep breath, and then made an extra penalty, and the two sides tied again.

The more critical the moment, the more cautious the two sides will be. Some balls that can be shot in the regular stage will not be shot now.

Jordan hated such caution, and whenever he got the chance, he would kill his opponent.

Time ran out again, Jordan caught the ball again, took a thunderous step, and almost penetrated the Pistons' defense. Hill made a gamble defense. He dropped Pippen in the corner, turned around and double-teamed Jordan.

At the last moment, Jordan passed the ball.

The person who received the ball was Pippen, who was in a mess tonight, and he shot at the buzzer.

No entry!

But there was no rebound because the basketball went straight out of bounds.

With the last 40 seconds left, the two sides drew.

Mo Mengchen pointed to the left. Except for his teammates, no one knew what he meant. Some people might think that he wanted his teammates to pull him to the left. In fact, it was just a cover-up.

He just wants to make his opponents confuse their intentions.

The real murderous intent was in the bottom corner, but although they hid it well, they couldn't hide it from Jordan and Pippen. They pretended to be fooled, but blocked the route before Mo Mengchen passed the ball.

The tactics were destroyed, Mo Mengchen could only shoot by himself, this ball didn't find the rhythm at all, he made a three-point shot.

Jordan picked up the rebound and the Bulls called a timeout.

The final 26 seconds.

"They'll do anything to give the ball to Michael! Don't let him catch it! Don't let him catch it!"

Collins yelled.

If you have time to say that, you have time to put up a good defense.

It's a pity that Collins used up all his time just talking nonsense.

On the field, Mo Mengchen personally directed the defensive position.

They go up one by one.

Until here in Houston.

Mo Mengchen didn't let him stick to Jordan, but let him block the top of the arc, but there was no opponent there.

"You idiot, stand still!"

These words almost pissed Houston off.

You bastard rookie, what the hell am I standing here for?Nobody again!
The situation on the court changed rapidly, and Houston didn't have time to get angry, because the Bulls immediately started to serve tactics.

1 seconds,
2 seconds,
They fold and run, as fine as silk, and can arrange such an exquisite receiving tactic at such a critical moment. This is the gap between Zen Master and Collins.

Houston didn't care about it at first, until he found out that the Bulls' continuous running position was finally to allow Pippen to catch the ball at the top of the arc, and then he realized it. Unfortunately, he had the opportunity to break the ball, but he was not focused enough. And missed a good opportunity.

The Bulls finally sent the ball out.

Pippen passed the ball to Jordan hand-to-hand again, and then, it was a moment that took the audience's breath away.

The score was tied, and Jordan had no reason to be nervous. He could have dragged the time to the end, but he didn't do that because the feeling came.

Jordan's in-situ change of direction destroyed Hill's center of gravity in situ, and then, he started to the right and made an emergency stop jumper.

With 6 seconds left in the end, Jordan hit a jumper, giving the Bulls a 2-point lead.

"Michael Jordan's 57th point! This could be the game-killer!"

Under Collins, Jordan has repeatedly killed opponents at critical moments. Collins has long known how dangerous it is to be an enemy of Jordan.

At this moment, he froze in place, calling a timeout like a machine.

Mo Mengchen didn't leave the stage directly, he found the host seat, as if he had something to say.

He aimed at the camera, stretched out his right hand, pointed a pistol finger at the forehead of his right eye and said: "After the timeout is over, I will make the last ball tonight, please witness."

"???"

The fans at the scene couldn't think anymore, they roared loudly.

Collins eventually deployed a common catch play.

The Bulls thought they would hand over the last attack to Hill, but Mo Mengchen caught the ball.

Mo Mengchen called the pick-and-roll. He wanted to fight the inside line, but he didn't want to face Jordan.

4 seconds!
Mo Mengchen didn't have time to entangle any more. With red eyes, he followed his body's instinct to turn around. The moment his body turned around, the left hand in control of the ball slapped the ball from the front of his body into his crotch and came behind him.

Jordan followed Mo Mengchen's body and didn't notice it.

Mo Mengchen caught the ball with his right hand, paused outside the three-point line, and raised his palm—is he about to shoot?

For the second time tonight, Jordan ate Mo Mengchen's shot fake, and he shook the mighty trapeze.

Last second!
Mo Mengchen seized the time difference, and after Jordan took off, he jumped up with all his strength, his little finger, ring finger, and middle finger exerted force in an orderly manner, and his index finger pointed at the basket like a bullet hole from a bullet.

The red light is on!

Mo Mengchen turned around directly, his unique ball-handling gesture now turned into a pistol, aiming at the center of his right eye—please witness!

"Shh~!"

"!#!#"

"OMG!!! HE DID IT!!!"

It was as if someone had detonated an atomic bomb in the Palace of Auburn Hills. The audience roared like crazy, and the commentator roared ecstatically. Mo Mengchen's hand fell slowly, as if he had done something no big deal.

In the next second, his teammates rushed forward like wolves and tigers, pinning him to the ground.

The scene is out of control! !

　Mo Mengchen: Let me introduce myself again.Hello, my surname is Mo, and I have no feelings for Mo.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)