You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 156 What kind of existence is he?

The intensity of the competition suddenly increased, and those who arrived for the first time were very surprised.

Although every coach advocates to increase the intensity in the test match to achieve the best training effect, few teams will really play the test match to that level, because it will increase the risk of injury.

Now it was only the first match after the start of the training camp, and this group of people had already greatly increased the intensity of the confrontation under the command of others.

Barkley's form is very gratifying, and he seems to be recovering quite well.

Surgery a few months ago did not seem to affect his performance, and he is now completely glowing on the court with a new brilliance.

Although Rick Mahon is a well-known villain, his evil is real. Every time he plays, he has only one task-to find the opponent to fight.

This is very common in NBA teams in the 80s, and everyone will keep such a thug in the team.

Now that era is getting farther and farther away, Stern's restrictions on fighting are becoming more and more stringent, thugs have lost their stage, and there are fewer and fewer villains like Mahon.

He is a master in fighting, because he is a boxer himself, and he has some problems playing basketball.

Whether it is offense or defense, none of him is outstanding, and it can only be said that he meets the requirements of the team.

If he didn't resort to dirty tricks, he couldn't resist an unreasonable attacker like Barkley at all, and he had no other means except to increase the intensity of the confrontation.

Seeing that the black team just kept feeding Barkley and blowing up the defense, Mo Mengchen called Wallace; "Next round, you defend Chuck."

"What do you mean?" Mahon asked.

Mo Mengchen said: "You can't guard against him, let others guard against him."

Ma Hong asked, "Do you think this rookie can defend better than me?"

"Shameless old thing, who gave you the courage to claim to be good at defending?" Mo Mengchen looked at him jokingly, "You made Chuck hit 100% of the shots, and now you still have to say in front of me that you can defend well?" Very good? You are also human, why are you so thick-skinned?"

Wallace and Williams have only one thing to worry about.

Will Mo Mengchen be beaten?

Ma Hong was so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven. After playing in the NBA for so many years, he has never seen anyone worse. How many times will he be sprayed by this second-year bastard in today's match?

Who does he think he is?

Isaiah Dumas never sprayed me like that!
A serious problem with the two insiders partnered by Mo Mengchen is that they didn't shoot.

There is no space without a shot. After pick-and-rolls and screens, you can only cut in. The opponent only needs to block the space in the inside to stop them.

In order to create opportunities, Mo Mengchen and others had to conduct more pass balls.

"Someone still needs to use their personal ability to break the game. If they only rely on passing, they will lose."

Matt Jones said.

Collins snorted softly: "If you really think so, it can only mean that you don't know doctors too well."

In just a few words, Mo Mengchen passed the ball to Houston, turned inside the three-point line, and cut straight to the basket.

The CIC king saw it accurately and hit the ground to pass the ball.

The moment Mo Mengchen took the ball, the black team's defense had already rushed towards him.The ball didn't stop at all, the moment it touched Mo Mengchen, Mo Mengchen injected another force into it, and it continued to fly.

Mahon took the ball, shouted loudly, and prepared to use dunks to complete the attack.

On one side, Chicago's giant Lauderdale blocked Mahon's offense like a mountain covering the sky, and he was blocked.

Too high!
Hill was about to fight back, but Mo Mengchen appeared in front of him like a hero who had used flash, and a ruthless foul left marks on Hill's hands.

"My slender hands," Hill wailed, "You bastard!"

Mo Mengchen didn't recover, but just shook his hands, not sure if he was expressing his guilt, or felt that he did a great job.

Hill is more inclined to the latter, this guy is the kind of person who fights regardless of enemy or friend.

Even if it is a confrontation match, he will go all out.

This lunatic!

But it doesn't matter, we can't lose anyway.

Hill found that Barkley still has the strength of an All-Star, and when he gets the ball in the low post, he has a strong ability to solve problems one-on-one.

Facing Barkley's strong attack, Mo Mengchen did not express anything else.

Big Ben's height and tonnage are not as good as Mahon's, and his skills and physical fitness are even worse. Against Barkley, he has few advantages.

"Rookie, come, taste my ass!"

Barkley shouted and pushed Wallace back.

Barkley turned around and was about to end the shot, but he felt bad about the shot—as expected, he missed. Barkley jumped violently, grabbed the offensive rebound, carried Wallace on his back, and scored.

He showed off his offense, completely ignoring Mahon and Wallace.

"Do you want to be scolded like that old thing?"

Sure enough, Mo Mengchen's trash talk came over.

Ma Hong feels his ass hurts, what the hell does this have to do with him?
Wallace said angrily, "I don't want to!"

You do not want?Do you have a problem with me?Mahon is going crazy.

Mo Mengchen simply treated him as air, picked up the ball on the ground and stuffed it to Wallace: "Show me."

"It's too scary, isn't it?"

Jerome Williams followed Houston.

"I knew it would be like this" on Houston's face: "You just know now?"

"Who is the boss?"

Williams originally thought that he was very clear about the positioning of the team. The leader is Dumars, the boss is Hill, and the second child can be Houston or Mo Mengchen, but looking at it now, maybe the situation is not as simple as he thought.

Naturally, Houston would not admit Mo Mengchen's status in front of the rookie, and he just ignored this question.

Mo Mengchen's harsh provocations to Wallace and Mahon bothered Williams.

He started to play hard like a mad dog, because Mo Mengchen's words were too harsh, if those words fell on him, he felt that his self-esteem would be shattered all over the place.

"Come on!" Williams yelled.

Hill was stunned: "Calm down, rookie!"

"Woof!" Williams barked.

Jerome stunned Hill—what was this?Why are you still barking like a dog?
Williams' outburst gave Mo Mengchen a chance to assist.

On the left side of the three-point line, Mo Mengchen watched the entire half court at a glance, and Williams' running lines and opportunities naturally couldn't escape his eyes.

In an instant, the ball passed to Williams.

It was in this situation that the fledgling garbage dog left a deep impact on Mo Mengchen. He smashed a heavy dunk in front of the 224-centimeter Lauderdale and barked loudly after landing.

"Are you a dog?" Buckley asked.

Williams barked at the dead fat man and followed Mo Mengchen back to the defense.

Dumas said with a smile: "This is really getting more and more interesting."

Hill put his hips on his hips and said, "Is this intensity a bit high? It's only the first game, take it easy."

"Fart! They play high intensity, we also play, we will only be more ruthless!" Barkley said arrogantly, "We have three All-Star players here, what are we afraid of?"

The words say so.
But we don't have a gang leader here, and we don't have a rookie who wants to bark like a dog when he gets mad, and we don't have a short center forward who dares to hit hard.

The Black team had only one tactic from start to finish: pass the ball to Barkley.

Because the white team does not double-team.

Mo Mengchen didn't seem to care about the victory or defeat of this game, he just wanted to know how far Wallace's defense has reached now.

It is really difficult for Big Ben, who was a rookie, to defend Barkley, who is still powerful.

He couldn't even resist the power of Barkley's impact.

"Wang!"

Jerome red-eyed and double-teamed without asking for instructions, but it made this round even more shocking.

With a roar, Barkley flipped Wallace over, carried Williams' body and hit an inhuman heavy dunk.

"Call you fucking!" Barkley yelled at the two men who were knocked to the ground by him.

"I said it! Chuck can be the inside fulcrum of the triangle offense!"

Jones exclaimed excitedly.

Collins just wants to enjoy the game now, and doesn't want to discuss any tactics with him.

The other teaching assistants just watched from the sidelines without interrupting.

"well done."

Jerome expected to be criticized, but he was praised instead.

"Grant's [-]-point shooting is worse than your grandma's."

Hill was about to back off, when Mo Mengchen's words pierced the most sensitive part of his body like acupuncture: "I don't agree with you saying that!"

Mo Mengchen glanced back at him: "Can the guy who shoots less than 30% of the open three-pointers not have the cheek to refute?"

"You!" Hill exclaimed angrily, "No matter how bad my three-pointer is, it's better than your defense, you defensive black hole!"

Mo Mengchen laughed teasingly: "I'm sorry, maybe it's because your face is fatter than mine. I never get angry when others say that my defense is not good. Because it is true, there is no need to be angry. Just work hard. Just improve, I don't know what you're mad about."

"My three-point shooting has improved!"

"who knows?"

"Can you stop arguing? Have a good game!"

Damn!

Hill blushed with anger.

"He even sprayed you?" This is what Barkley didn't expect.

Hill replied to him: "What is this? That guy is so crazy that even the coach spits!"

This game is like a showcase, it shows what kind of team the Pistons are, who leads them, who has the absolute right to speak on the practice field, and who is the scariest.

It only took Mo Mengchen ten minutes to let the new players and assistant coaches realize what kind of existence he is.

"Another ground assist, the enthusiasm of Jerome Williams is really unspeakable!"

"If only he didn't make those weird noises."

"It's still Chuck! The black team's offense is too uninspired, right?"

"Hey, why doesn't the white team double-team?"

"Will it kill you if you double-team it?"

There was a lot of discussion on the sidelines, and Barkley was about to continue his 100% hit rate, and he used all his strength to push inward.

He could feel Wallace being pushed back, and turned around for a dunk.

At this moment, Wallace, who was cornered, slammed into Barkley desperately.

Barkley fell to the ground like a weightless plane in the air.

(End of this chapter)