You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 255 Reincarnation
The scene was chaotic. Hill caught the ball in a mess, found that the defender in front of him hadn't kept up, and quickly broke through.

Blaylock had no other choice but to let Hill drive in for a layup, or release Mo Mengchen to help defend Hill.

Regardless of Mo Mengchen's 50% three-point shooting, he turned around and threw himself in front of Hill.

Devil Mountain passed the ball directly without any hesitation.

Mo Mengchen stood still and shot a three-pointer.

"Shh!"

There were only five seconds left in the first half.

The Hawks didn't call a timeout, and Blaylock advanced from the backcourt to the frontcourt and made a strong three-pointer.

"Duang!"

45 is better than 42
The Pistons ended the first half with a 3-point lead.

As the brightest star in the game, Hill scored 20 points, 8 rebounds and 5 assists in the half, and was undoubtedly the best player in the half.

"Grant, you were 10 points behind at one point, what adjustments did you make during this period, and how did you catch up?" the reporter asked.

Sweat kept falling on Hill's face, which did not affect his temperament. He maintained a normal speaking rhythm and replied gracefully: "Trust each other. We played a little anxiously at the beginning, and then slowly found Feel."

"You have achieved the match point of the series, are you sure you can end the series tonight?"

Hill ignored the reporter's trap and smiled lightly: "Atalanta will not give up the victory. We have worked hard for a whole season to stand on this stage. I can only say that our whole team will work hard for this goal."

Hill's answer was flawless, and reporters couldn't ask too many questions.

"Okay, thanks Grant for the interview, here's the interview from the front line of ESPN."

In the locker room, Collins loudly laid out his strategy for the second half.

"The tempo! Our tempo is not fast enough! Bring the tempo up, they can't outrun us, this is our advantage, guys!" Collins yelled.

How can it be so easy?

Mo Mengchen closed his eyes, even he didn't bother to listen to what Collins had to say.

It's not that they haven't tried it with rhythm, but under the premise that the shooting rate cannot be guaranteed, the Eagles' inside line has an extremely strong rebounding advantage.

Playing a fast pace is in the hands of the Eagles. They can't wait for the Pistons to bring the rhythm up.

The two giants, Mutombo and Laettner, can't wait to grab rebounds, especially Laettner. Although this white man is not physically fit, his barefoot height of 211 is solid. It is extremely difficult to guard against the weird long pass behind the rebound.

At this time, Wise suddenly called Hill outside.

This caught Mo Mengchen's attention.

Collins also noticed this, the anger in his eyes only stayed for a second, and he immediately raised the volume, hoping to divert everyone's attention.

The team doctor took the players out to talk, which didn't seem like a big deal.

Mo Mengchen couldn't say why, he just had a feeling that Hill was hiding something from him.

Although he and Hill have little contact in private, they can be said to be like brothers on the court, talking about everything, and have their own opinions on the game. They are both perfect team players.

If it's a basketball issue, Hill can't hide it.

If it's not a basketball problem, what is it?
Why did Wise take him out to chat alone?
Mo Mengchen suddenly looked at Collins, and the cold light in his eyes seemed to penetrate Collins' body with a pervasive penetrating power.

Collins avoided Mo Mengchen's gaze and continued with the arrangement.

"You are hurt?"

Before the start of the second half, Mo Mengchen asked Hill.

Hill said: "No, why do you ask that?"

"Could it be that David just asked you which deodorant is better?" Mo Mengchen pressed.

Hill laughed and said, "Of course not. He thought I played too aggressively in the first half and asked me to keep it. He was worried that I would get hurt."

This is true, Wise was worried that Hill's style of play was too aggressive, but he didn't say why Wise was so worried, because Hill had always played like this before.

The truth that is concealed and the truth that is mixed with lies are the most difficult to find flaws.

"If there is anything, I hope you can tell me." Mo Mengchen said to Hill, "I know that I can trust you, and I hope you can trust me."

For a moment, Hill wanted to tell the whole story, but reason told him he couldn't.

Mo Mengchen is a doctor, and he is extremely opposed to players playing with injuries. Although he is a suspected injury and has not been confirmed or re-examined, if Mo Mengchen knows that he has played so many games in a row with such a physical condition, He's going to have a blast.

"Mo, no matter on or off the field, I believe in you without reservation." Hill said, "Don't worry."

The more this is the case, the weirder it is.

Mo Mengchen walked to the sidelines and found Madeira: "Go and check after the game, what did Grant Hill do in the last month."

"Which aspect specifically?"

"Everything, check it out for me." Mo Mengchen said.

After finishing speaking, Mo Mengchen returned to the court, and Madeira looked at him, worried.

what happened?
Madeira looked puzzled.

"Grant, I am impressed by your responsibility," Leitner said with relief, "You have really grown."

Leitner entered the league two years earlier than Hill. He was alone in the college basketball world and was selected as the Dream One with countless auras. He can be said to be the most successful Duke Blue Devils before Hill.

Hill didn't change his face, and said: "If you want to reminisce about the old days, let's wait until the series is over, Chris."

The twin stars of the Duke Blue Devils met in the playoffs, and the brothers who once fought side by side now have to decide the outcome.

Mo Mengchen used the pick-and-roll to break through, and Mutombo's defense seemed to be slow. This is an illusion deliberately given to the opponent by the African mountain, and he always does this.

Even Mo Mengchen was fooled, waving his hand for a layup, but the black cloud suddenly overwhelmed the top, Wuzhishan, as black as black iron, covered it horizontally, and Mutombo hit his layup to the floor.

Laettner picked up the ball and saw Steve Smith about to go down in his eyes.

"Good pass!"

Smith yelled, started to catch it, took another step, and pushed Houston away for a dunk.

The whistle rang.

"foul?"

Houston's mentality exploded. He didn't feel that he had fouled. This was a normal confrontation.

He walked up to the referee and complained loudly: "Sir!"

That idiot!

His teammates are all in the frontcourt, and no one can stop Houston from continuing to be stupid.

The referee gave CIC Wang two consecutive technical fouls and expelled him from the field.

Houston's eyes were as big as eggs, and he couldn't believe it. He didn't even use vulgar language, but he was puzzled by the foul and contradicted a few words.

"I"

"Get out of here!" Collins was furious.

There was a lot of booing.

Houston tore off his jersey. He had only a handful of offenses tonight, and he focused all his energy on defense, which he did well.

Smith, who averaged 20 points per game, was defended by him with only 7 points in the half.

Everything is ruined now.

Collins' eyes wandered to the bench off the court. He gave up Michael Curry, the best shooter, and let Don Reed come off the bench.

Reid is essentially a small forward, and it's impossible for his shooting to top Houston's position.

Putting him on the field now is to maintain the defense that Houston brought to Smith before.

Since Houston was already an ordinary foul before, and after arguing with the referee, he was blown two Ts in a row, so the Eagles got three free throws and one throw, which is rare in the NBA.

Smith gets to the free throw line.

The game is going badly, and every Pistons fan can feel it.

With three crisp beeps, Smith made three free throws.

This allowed the Eagles to go ahead by 2 points and still have the ball.

47 is better than 45
Sending a long pass, Leitner, who created this series of things, continued to create troubles.

"Chuck, come on!"

Laettner challenged Barkley, who repeatedly bullied him on the Dream Team.

Barkley wanted to spit in his face.

Laettner slams out the pick-and-roll.

Blaylock broke through the dust of Momo, Laettner stepped back, and Barkley stuck to Blaylock, emptying Duke's Emperor Star.

"not good!"

Mo Mengchen rushed towards Leitner.

The backhand has already got the ball. At this time, he looks at the basket and shoots a three-pointer.

Capable inside and outside, with comprehensive skills and excellent golf quotient.

Although Laettner can't replicate the success of his college days in the NBA, he is still a very capable player. How much interference can Mo Mengchen's 197 cm block block bring to the 211 cm him?

Almost zero.

"Shh!"

Laettner hit a three-pointer.

It was just one round plus a positional battle, and the Eagles scored 8 points in a row.

50 is better than 45
It's just that after two rounds, the Pistons went from leading by 3 points to trailing by 5 points.

Fast-paced, that's fucking fast-paced.

The fast pace that the Eagles dream of!
A guardian of the penalty area like a giant spirit god, a dexterous inside long passer, and three outsiders who constantly counterattack like mad dogs.

"Are you in a hurry?"

Blaylock asked leisurely.

Mo Mengchen ignored his teasing, called Barkley's pick-and-roll, and used the same method to continuously blow up the Eagles' perimeter defense.

Dikembe Mutombo was standing at the basket and they were having trouble scoring.

Mo Mengchen shifted his eyes to the outside line, and he saw Hill.

"boom!"

Hill's shooting touch also disappeared, and the momentum completely fell to their opponents.

Dikembe Mutombo gets the defensive rebound, he doesn't have Laettner's long pass ability, and he chooses to give the ball to the fastest advancing person.

Blaylock holds the ball and runs at full speed.

Mo Mengchen's speed couldn't keep up, and the only Piston player who returned to the backcourt was Reid.

He has to defend the Eagles three at the same time.

Blaylock used his body as a bait to attract Reed to step forward and pass the ball to the right three-point line without looking.

Smith received the ball for a three-pointer.

"NOOOO~~~!!"

The scream of the microwave was enough to make the audience in front of the TV feel his pain.

"Shh!"

53 is better than 45
Just like the beginning of the first half, they encountered a scoring shortage again, and the Eagles also seized the opportunity to beat them 8-0 like a reincarnation.
Likewise, Collins requested a timeout after the counterattack.

(End of this chapter)