You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 147
There's a war going on in the basketball arena of the Cahildah Club.

Stackhouse started the explosion like a fire, knocked Mo Mengchen away in an instant, rushed into the basket and dunked successfully.

Then, he yelled at Mo Mengchen: "Australian, guard against me again!"

"Jerry, you're a bit off."

David Robinson was on the team with Mo Mengchen. He was very dissatisfied with Stackhouse's hostile offense and trash talk.

"Take care of yourself, old guy!" Stackhouse was already on top, so he didn't care who this guy was for Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen stood up. If it was a regular game, Stackhouse's move just now would undoubtedly be a foul.

"Is your strength that bad?" Barkley asked.

Mo Mengchen said: "No."

"Why is that? Do you want to make him foul? Please, there are no referees here!" Barkley didn't believe that Mo Mengchen would be so naive.

Mo Mengchen just wanted to smile without saying why.

In this training camp, Mo Mengchen played the second position most of the time, because he was tall enough.

Now, his teammates are Admiral, Barkley, Hill and Kevin Johnson.

Facing Tim Hardaway, Stackhouse, Jordan, Pippen and Mourning.

Marbury, Walker and others stood alone in the corner with no one to choose.

Hardaway missed the duel due to discomfort in his legs and feet.

"Damn it, that guy can only play duels because of his good relationship with that fat man!" Walker was very dissatisfied with his loss.

The two teams on the field have two captains, similar to the 2018 All-Star Game. The two captains in the East and West select players, and Jordan and Barkley each lead a team.

Jordan preferred Pippen, and Barkley preferred Mo Mengchen.

It is not so unusual for Mo Mengchen to be selected. If Barkley hadn't made the first move, Jordan might have changed hands and picked him away.

"There is no referee here to save you!"

Stackhouse pushed Mo Mengchen into a corner and pushed his butt, trying to knock him away.

"Thanks for reminding me."

At this moment, Mo Mengchen turned around to unload his strength, and Stackhouse didn't hit anything. At the same time, Mo Mengchen swung his elbow and slammed into his armpit hard.

Stackhouse fell to the ground and twitched. Mo Mengchen ran inside, pointing to the sky.

Johnson throws the ball high.

Everyone thought it was an alley-oop, however, Mo Mengchen didn't take off with all his strength, he just jumped to a height where he could touch the ball, facing the Admiral's position a little bit.

David Robinson took the ball and yelled, but Alonzo Mourning couldn't stop him and let him dunk.

"It's a beautiful ball, Mo!" the admiral praised.

Barkley yelled: "Don't you look at who covered this!"

Robinson buttoned up beautifully, but Mo Mengchen felt that there seemed to be something wrong with his waist, and he would rub it every time he finished intense movements.

It was by no means a habitual action, but some kind of pain drove Robinson to do it, which could relieve the pain.

The response came quickly.

Jordan grabbed the ball with one hand, and after riding through the barrier alone, he blocked Robinson's block in the air and switched hands to score.

"Here you go, bastards!"

Jordan's teammates are completely the foil. This kind of short-duration high-intensity game is Jordan's favorite, and he always dedicates his best performance.

In this game alone, Mo Mengchen saw him score several goals that would be replayed countless times in official matches.

"You're here again, aren't you?"

Stackhouse didn't sing around a group of stars, so he could only vent his anger on Mo Mengchen.

"Yes, I can't help but want to show when I see you poor thing, they believe in me, do your teammates believe in you?"

Mo Mengchen first pierced Stackhouse's heart, turned around, took the ball from the outside, took over and changed direction, even passing Jordan.

"Good shot!"

After the change of direction, Mo Mengchen took one step at a time and rushed straight to the basket at a very fast speed.

Mo Mengchen got up and jumped, and a phantom flew out from the weak side. Stackhouse deserved the title of Jordan's successor. This leap was not comparable to Mo Mengchen.

"what are you doing?!"

Barkley roared.

If Stackhouse blocks Mo Mengchen, everyone will applaud him.

He didn't choose to block the shot, he used a rougher way, which was not aimed at the ball at all.

He knocked Mo Mengchen away in the air.

Mo Mengchen couldn't find his balance, so he threw the ball casually, and when his body was falling rapidly, he flipped, stretched, and landed with the least risk.

There was a heavy sound.

"Mo!"

Hill went up to ask.

Buckley's eyes were like a knife: "You want to kill him? Why don't you bring a knife? Then maybe I can think highly of you!"

"That action is really dangerous." Kevin Johnson has done this action to other people on the court, and he knows the harm of this foul.

Mourning said with a smile: "The guys from North Carolina are not all good kids."

Jordan's face was ashen. This is the training camp he held. If someone gets injured here, who else will come?
Stackhouse, the blind bastard, fell Mo Mengchen and hit him in the face.

"I did not do it on purpose."

The stares of many superstars made Stackhouse extremely guilty.

"That's the end?" Barkley was aggressive, "Do you have to say something?"

Stackhouse had heard Barkley's notoriety, and he had no doubts that if he said the wrong thing again, whether the fat pig would put him down on the spot.

"You did such an excessive thing, just say it was not intentional? What else do you think you should do?" Barkley said coldly.

Stackhouse saw Mo Mengchen sitting on the ground, he knew what he needed to do.

He could have walked away and quit this training camp, but he couldn't.

He walked in front of Mo Mengchen, and said reluctantly, "Sorry, Mo, I didn't mean it, how are you?"

"No need to apologize, just like a dog can't change eating shit, you can't change anything by apologizing."

Mo Mengchen said to the others: "I don't think the game is over yet?"

"You still want to fight?" Jordan asked seriously.

The admiral said: "I suggest you go for an inspection, this matter cannot be sloppy."

"I'm the best doctor in the world. I know my situation clearly. That idiot tried to destroy me. He didn't succeed. That's the truth. I want to continue. How about you?"

Stackhouse was completely speechless. He tried to defend himself, but he just couldn't.

Mo Mengchen's aura is too strong. In front of this group of superstars, he doesn't have any weakness of juniors.

What's even more frightening is that other people feel that there is no violation at all.

Not one person thought "Is this guy too crazy?"

"Go ahead, then," Jordan said.

Go on, of course go on.

If not continue, how to fight back on Stackhouse?
Let him do it for nothing?Mo Mengchen didn't want to wait until the regular season. If he wanted revenge, he had to take advantage of it now, when he was the most angry.

In this case, revenge is the most enjoyable.

Will those people who have endured years of revenge for their hatred really feel any pleasure?

Stackhouse tripped by Momochen;
When asking for the seat, Mo Mengchen's palm "unintentionally" waved to his face;
For the last time, Mo Mengchen completely ended him.

After cutting the ball, Mo Mengchen shook Stackhouse, and instead of shooting, he directly elbowed Stackhouse hard in the stomach.

KO on the spot.

Anyway, there are no referees, and there are no cameras. The matter was also provoked by Stackhouse, so Mo Mengchen doesn't care.

"you!"

Marbury thought that Mo Mengchen's reaction was too aggressive, and Walker restrained him.

"It has nothing to do with us, Stephen." Walker said.

They didn't have any friendship with Stackhouse, they just formed a small group temporarily to embarrass Mo Mengchen a little.

Until now, no matter how dull people are, they should be able to see that Mo Mengchen's weight is far heavier than they imagined.

Stark didn't hold his stomach, he didn't know why no one helped him out.

He was just a criminal to Mo Mengchen, and everyone blamed him together, but Mo Mengchen did so many dirty things under their noses, but they were indifferent.

Is there a more egregious double standard than this?
The more Stackhouse thought about it, the more angry he was. Just as he was about to stand up, he felt a dull pain in his stomach. Mo Mengchen didn't show mercy this time, it hit a vital point, and he didn't dare to move at all.

"It looks like he's dying." Mo Mengchen said to Jordan.

Jordan has played for so many years, and this is the first time he has seen such a ruthless person.

Although the idiot Stackhouse deserved what he deserved, doesn't this guy know how to restrain himself?

"Come on a substitute." Jordan valued Fat Toutuo, "Anthony, come up."

Walker happily played.

Stackhouse sat helplessly on the sidelines and clutched his stomach. The better Mo Mengchen performed, the more he hated him.

The two seem to be born to be enemies, you look down on me, and I also look down on you.

It's just that this is Stackhouse's wishful thinking, and Mo Mengchen never regarded him as an enemy.

It's just a mad dog out of control.

The confrontation finally came to an end with Jordan's victory. At the last moment, he and Pippen's defensive strength increased, and they beat the opponent's reaction and quickly ended the game.

There's no second half, and that's how it ends up.

Barkley couldn't get enough of it and wanted to fight again, but Jordan was satisfied. He let Barkley yell and curse, took off his clothes and lit his cigar, declaring his victory.

"Damn bald man, he knows his mother is playing tricks on such trivial things all day long!" Buckley was very dissatisfied.

Mo Mengchen doesn't have a morbid obsession with victory, like a surgical simulation before surgery.

Failure is failure, and he will only be sad if he really fails on stage, like a complete loss like in the playoffs.

The competition is just an irrelevant mock test.

He grabbed the ball and said, "Anyone want to shoot with me?"

"I'll come!" grumbled Penny.

Mo Mengchen asked: "Can you fight?"

Penny said: "Isn't it just shooting? I have no problem!"

"bring it on."

Mo Mengchen grabbed the ball and walked to the other side of the field.

(End of this chapter)