You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 247
In the first quarter of the game, 27 to 23, the Pistons led by 4 points.

"Bob, in your opinion, where is the problem of the Eagles?" Buck Brook wanted to liven up the atmosphere.

After careful consideration, Pettit said at the beginning of the second quarter: "No one on the outside stood up. Mucci's performance was disappointing."

Blaylock is the team's core defender, and his performance is indeed unsatisfactory, but few people say it.

The Eagle King didn't have this concern. After retiring, he went into business. He didn't care about the NBA at all, and he wasn't afraid of offending Blaylock.

Brook could only say one more thing: "Mucci's performance is indeed not ideal."

Qiansheng coach Wilkens, who claimed to let the main players play for 10 minutes, made a change.

He replaced Blaylock with Lynch Hunter.

Lynch Hunter, if Mo Mengchen hadn't turned out, he should be the starting No. 1 of the Pistons now.It's a pity that there is one more Mo Mengchen, and his development space is squeezed. Last summer, Collins made a deal with the Eagles, and he went to Atlanta.

Here, he still has no chance to start, because Blaylock is at his peak.

In fact, he is a guard with starting strength, coupled with Pat Mills who also has no chance, Collins is equivalent to taking two starting-level players in exchange for a second-round pick and a first-round pick plus a A futuristic first-round pick. (2001)
What's the best way to get a player to explode?
Play against his old club.

Especially those players who have been abandoned by their old clubs, they are often wronged, very angry, and desperately want to prove themselves.

What can I do to prove myself?The best way is to play explosive performances against his old club.

This was exactly the case with Hunter tonight. Dumars couldn't stop him. His speed was astonishingly fast. He switched rhythms continuously and exploded the Pistons' perimeter.

With his offense and Mutombo's restricted zone defense, one attack and one defense, within 3 minutes, the point difference was tied, and the Eagles overtook by 4 points.

35 is better than 31
"Yeah, they've got mediocre paint in the paint, and now they don't have elite defenders on the perimeter."

The Eagle King's words made Brook couldn't help but look at him.

Elite-level defender?
He shouldn't be talking about Dor.Mo, right?
Until now, no one believes that Mo Mengchen's defense is elite. He usually leaves a deep impression on people: he can't hold back, he can't keep up with breakthroughs, and his lateral speed is as slow as a tortoise. If it wasn't for the Pistons The insiders tried their best to protect him, and they would be blown up every game.

Fortunately, he played at the No. 1 position. He could use his height to cover the opponent's shots.

Now he has turned into a player who can lock people up in the game?This change is too exaggerated, and neither the commentator nor the fans can accept it.

Even teammates who get along day and night need a period of time to digest this matter.

With Dikembe Mutombo under the basket, Hill couldn't get in and shot outside.

Hunter picked up the defensive rebound, moved forward like a sports car, shook off the pursuers behind him, and scored a layup.

37 is better than 31
He flexed his muscles and angrily protested to his former teammates.

Collins called a timeout.

"Mo, Ben, get ready to play." Houston said, "You replace JD and Theo."

Dumas patted Mo Mengchen's shoulder: "Lynch is hostile to you."

"That's the best."

If he remembers his old relationship and refuses to go all out, Mo Mengchen might still be soft-hearted, and it would be best to be hostile.

Mo Mengchen remembered that in order to ask him for the No. 9 jersey, he chose money or friendship. From that moment on, Mo Mengchen did not regard him as a teammate.

Later, his rise was faster than expected, and Hunter was quickly squeezed to the edge of the team by him.

"Lynch, back on defense."

Steve Smith thought Hunter had lost his mind when he saw him stay in the frontcourt.

Unexpectedly, he waved his hand back, the meaning was obvious.

"That guy has a problem with you?" Barkley asked.

"Not really." Mo Mengchen caught his serve, "We do have some things that need to be resolved."

With anger on his face, Hunter went to the middle circle to confront Mo Mengchen.

In the eyes of the fans, this is just an ordinary collision, not a big deal, and only those who have experienced it personally know how violent this collision is.

No one expected that Hunter was a lottery pick. At the beginning, the Pistons trained him as a smiling assassin with three points. Unfortunately, when Mo Mengchen came, his status in the Pistons team completely disappeared.

Now that he has gone to the Eagles and has no chance to play, seeing his talent being ruthlessly wasted, the person Hunter hates the most is Mo Mengchen.

The confrontation he made against Mo Mengchen was the strongest confrontation he could make.

He thought that Mo Mengchen would be easily defeated by him, but he was wrong.

The person in front of him was completely different from the person he knew.

Mo Mengchen not only withstood his confrontation, but also had a small advantage. After halftime, with his butt facing backwards, he knocked him away and raised his right hand.

Scalpel tactics!

"I know this tactic better than you!" Mo Mengchen, who was a teammate with Mo Mengchen for a year last season, knows how to use a scalpel.

"is it?"

Mo Mengchen had a playful expression, running tactically.

Just when Hunter thought he was blocking the only route, Mo Mengchen suddenly turned his hand.

In Hunter's view, this tactic that was as rigid as a mathematical calculation had a 180-degree change, which was completely different from the scalpel tactic he knew.

Mo Mengchen passed the ball mockingly.

Houston ran from the left wing and made a three-pointer.

"Shh!"

Mo Mengchen smiled lightly: "Do you still think you know this tactic better than me? How about you give me 30 and I will tell you the essence of this tactic in detail after the game is over?"

Hunter's face was as cold as ice that had just been shattered. He must blow up Mo Mengchen's defense. Only in this way can he prove to the Pistons' management that it was a stupid decision to give up Mo Mengchen for Mo Mengchen.

Remembering that he broke Dumars' defense consecutively just now, Mo Mengchen's teammates were inevitably worried about him.

At this moment, Ben Wallace saw Mo Mengchen gesture to him.

Open up the space, I can defend him alone!
Unbelievable, but that's what he meant.

Before Hunter had time to let his teammates open up the space, this guy actually asked someone to open up the space. How can this be tolerated?
Extremely angry, Hunter ignored the teammates who were much bigger than him, and exploded like explosives, starting to the left.

What is shocking is not his start, but the speed of Mo Mengchen's recovery.

"It's so fast?"

Hill and the others always thought that Mo Mengchen's speed was about the same as that of a 40-year-old veteran. He could occasionally run fast, which was also relative to his own speed.

As for the current speed, it can barely keep up with Hunter.

It was difficult for Hunter with the ball to increase his speed to the fastest. With Mo Mengchen's confrontation and height advantage, he carried him into the penalty area together, and finally—"Boom!"

"My God, is this Dor.Mo?"

Hill picked up the ball from Momoun's dust and countered.

Mo Mengchen stared at Hunter lying on the ground: "It seems that you are wasting your chance. Do you think your coach will let you play in the playoffs? Mr. 30."

"you!"

Hunter stood up just in time to see Hill complete a counter-attack dunk with his blocked ball.

"Well, let's make a deal." Mo Mengchen said, "If you want to win back my friendship, you can pretend to make mistakes three times in a row, as long as you do it, I will forgive you, or, I can pretend to make mistakes for three consecutive rounds , but you have to give me 30."

Mo Mengchen took a step forward and pressed his chest against him: "How about it, Mr. 30?"

An angry Hunter was about to make a move. When he saw the referee, he remembered Mo Mengchen's notoriety. If he really made a move here, he would definitely suffer.

"I know you don't dare to do anything, so how about this, you give me 30, and I can allow you to elbow me once." Mo Mengchen said, "I'll tell you my ugly words, if it hurts too much, I can't guarantee that I won't fight back."

Hunter was already filled with anger, and after Mo Mengchen came on stage, his performance stopped.

Tonight, Mo Mengchen turned into a defensive expert, freezing two Eagles guards in a row. His performance surprised his teammates.

More terrible things are yet to come.

Hunter doesn't have the ball in his hand, and the team needs his breakthrough. Getting the ball is his only priority now.

Mo Mengchen blocked his receiving route all the way, stuck him for ten seconds in a row, until finally, he finally had a chance to catch the ball, but was knocked down by Mo Mengchen.

"Beep!"

"Dor.Mo's off-ball foul!"

Mo Mengchen raised his hand: "I still have five fouls to play with you."

Hunter raised his face with difficulty, Mo Mengchen's expression at this moment would become his nightmare.

Wilkens let out a long sigh, he didn't expect to change horses frequently tonight.

He has clearly decided to let the five main players play for 40 minutes, but now he has to make adjustments.

Hunter couldn't do it, he couldn't stand Mo Mengchen's confrontation, and he couldn't defeat his inner demons, he was destroyed.

Dreadful Dor.Mo!

Mo Mengchen reminded Wilkens of his old rival—the old devil who always lit a cigar to celebrate victory before the end of the game.

Eldridge Recasner, a draft pick who can't even be found in an encyclopedia.

The head guard and the first backup guard were blocked by Mo Mengchen one after another, and the fear of Mo Mengchen in his heart had reached an unbearable level.

In his eyes, Mo Mengchen is the most terrifying devil in the league.

At least for now.

"Mucci, they won't last long, I need you to cheer up!" Wilkens said to his disciple.

Blaylock nodded repeatedly.

Wilkens believes he can cheer up, because even against Jordan and Pippen, he has never been so embarrassed.

There is only one reason for this.

too suddenly!

That Dor.Mo, who was able to easily blow up before, has suddenly improved his defensive skills by several levels. Whoever replaces him will not be able to adapt for a while.

(End of this chapter)