You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 172
Time: October 1996, 11.

Existing attribute points: 5000.

Toronto

"Prest, are you so big just to stand here as a statue?"

Mo Mengchen lost the match again, and his inside teammates were Ma Hong and Lauderaire.

A tough guy and a rough giant were targeted by Hill again and again, and even the lore goal was scored against Lauderdale.

Lauderdale dared not talk back.

"You don't even have a reason to justify yourself?" Mo Mengchen looked as if he was going to eat Lauderdale.

Ma Hong knew Lauderdale very well. Although this big man was tall and mighty, he seemed to be able to kill Mo Mengchen with one punch, but his psychology was really fragile.

"Mo, I can't blame him for the ball. It was my fault. I should switch defenses with him." Ma Hong said.

Mo Mengchen turned his eyes and locked on Ma Hong.

When Ma Hong, who had fought countless times in his life, made contact with this gaze, he felt some fear in his heart, as if he had done something wrong.

"Yes, you are wrong too, but the biggest mistake is on him."

Mo Mengchen stared at Lauderdale like a god of death with anger in his eyes: "Tell me, what were you thinking just now? Why didn't you stop Grant?"

Lauderdale seemed to be drowning, struggling to breathe.

Even though the opponent's height and weight were not as good as his, it made him feel a lot of pressure, because he knew very well what this person's anger meant.

"He's so fast," Lauderdale whispered.

"Your height and wingspan are just for show? He is too fast, so you just watched him score the last goal without interference?" Mo Mengchen said coldly, "Now I finally know why the coach would rather go to the big book I don't want to fuck you anymore, you damn softie!"

Mo Mengchen kicked the ball away, turned and walked away.

No one interrupted.

Hill waited for Mo Mengchen to go away, and said to Lauderdale: "Don't mind, doctors are like this, you have to have confidence in yourself, Prester."

How dare Lauderdale say anything else?Both Mo Mengchen and Hill are the bosses.

However, Mo Mengchen looked more terrifying.

"By the way, do you think the doctor and Grant look like a classic pair?" Williams said suddenly.

Hill disagreed: "Combination? Don't be kidding, what kind of combination is this guy and me?"

What kind of combination will mock others every day?
Was he tough enough on Lauderdale?But his attitude towards me was more than that.

Hill stared at the trash dog, and as long as he couldn't give a reason, or couldn't explain clearly, let him look good: "Rookie, I'm not angry for the time being, but you better make it clear, otherwise you will learn how to bark in front of me for an hour." , I will not forgive you either."

"Don't worry, I promise to make it clear that you and the doctor are not only a combination, but also a classic combination." Williams said figuratively, "Is there a strict and mean father and a kind and kind mother?"

mother
Hill thought of some classic mom images, but, why would he want to be a mom?He can also be a father, like Mo Mengchen
"See you tonight, Mom."

The afternoon training is over.

That's what Houston said to Hill.

"I'm not mom!" Hill yelled.

Ma Hong patted him on the back lightly: "Come on tonight, mom."

This title is much better than the fucking Duke top student.

Hill sternly opposed it, but couldn't control the rapidly spreading virus—Hill's new nickname: Mom!

Mo Mengchen thought the nickname was funny, and was about to use it to make fun of Hill during the warm-up before the evening game.

"Father, let's do our best tonight."

Jerome Williams said so.

Seeing Mo Mengchen's expression froze: "What did he call me?"

"Father." Hill said, "What do you think?"

Mo Mengchen smiled, his smile was as bright as a flower, and it could definitely melt all the ice in the world. Hill has known him for more than a year, and this is the first time he has seen him with such a smile. It seems that he is very satisfied with this new nickname. .

"Who got this nickname?"

Mo Mengchen was still smiling, the so-called extremes must reverse, the heart-warming smile was a bit strange afterward, why did it look more and more like Hannibal's contented smile when he ate human flesh?

It's a bit perverted.

"Jerome."

"Heh," Mo Mengchen's smile turned cold, "I'm going to kill him."

Hill stopped him, and Mo Mengchen thought that Duke's top student was going to stop him, and was about to say a few words to relieve his anger, but he said, "Take me with you."

However, no matter how much they ravaged Williams, the nickname spread.

A few days later, let alone the team, even the fans and the media learned that these two got such ridiculous nicknames.

However, in the game that night, the biggest adjustment Collins made was the staggered playing time between Mo Mengchen and Hill.

The two started together, but when the game hit 5 minutes, Hill went off to rest.

The rest lasted until the last 2 minutes of the first quarter, Mo Meng stepped down, Hill stepped up, and then there was a normal rotation of personnel. This was done to ensure that the team had a calm commander on the field at all times.

If Mo Mengchen is like a fish in water under the running and bombing system, then Hill is like a tiger with wings added.

Although he is not as accurate as Mo Mengchen's three-pointer, his athletic ability allows him to drive the team and play a more violent offense.

The Pistons' offense was pouring down like mercury. When they encountered a team like the Raptors that lacked defensive hardness, they gave their opponents a 54-34 halftime.

The difference of 20 points is unimaginable.

"The tempo of Detroit's offense suddenly went up."

"Yes, since the last game, their offensive system has undergone earth-shaking changes."

Mo Mengchen sat on the sidelines, thinking about the game.

The hidden danger is not small. Hill's basket, he said he practiced hard, maybe, but he couldn't see it in the game. Although he shot more than last season, his shooting percentage did not increase much.

Coupled with the tough defense and fierce fouls in this era, fast-paced offense alone cannot defeat a strong team.

However, tonight's opponent, the Toronto Raptors, is not a strong team.

They won Marcus Camby in the draft. This insider who regards blocks more than defense cannot meet the team's expectations, and has become a pinnacle like Ewing, O'Neal, and Olajuwon.

A shot-block maniac is too easy to target.

Misplaced singles, the rhythm is widened, and the main attack is Mo Mengchen's dislocation against Stoudemire.

Although both of them play the first position, Mo Mengchen has a clear advantage in height and weight.

That night, Mo Mengchen slapped Stoudemire on the back three times, although he succeeded only once, but that successful one almost made the audience dance.

Mo Mengchen's steps were extremely easy, and Stoudemire never thought that this was a fake move. When he realized it, it was already time to jump up.

Mo Mengchen rubbed his body into the basket and lightly picked the basket to score.

There is no way, not at all.

"You guy, don't practice back-ups, right? It's a nightmare for all No. [-] players to practice back-ups at such a height!" Stoudemire complained.

Mo Mengchen didn't want to, but the skill "Master of Footsteps" was useless.

What's more, he is not the only big point guard who can back up.

"Go and say that to Penny."

The Raptors withstood three quarters and eventually lost 20 points.

The Pistons have won two straight away games.

Next, they will go to the last location of this road trip: Orlando.

That's a sad place for the Pistons, where they buried a whole season of hard work last season.

(End of this chapter)