You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 256 What I Should Do

"Atlanta averaged only 95 points per game in the regular season!"

"We have 114 points!"

"This should be the way we are good at playing, but they beat us with the way we are best at. What are you doing?!"

Collins' tactical pens were all broken.

Mo Mengchen took a sip of Gatorade, and Hill wiped the sweat off his face with a towel.

Collins' anger didn't affect them at all.

Mo Mengchen walked onto the court and said to Hill: "We don't have the shooting touch." "Then don't shoot." Hill said.

Attack their restricted area.

Hill looked forward and said, "We need to move and fight."

Mo Mengchen has no objection. The key to the Eagles' success lies in their two insiders who have different styles but are quite complementary.

One black and one white, the black can defend, the white is good at attacking, and can instigate a counterattack with a long pass.

If Mo Mengchen is the head coach, he will even find a way to get Mutombo to help Laettna take the position, so that the Eagles can continue to counterattack.

At that time, the only thing to consider is Mutombo's mood.

The Pistons are 5 points behind. If this continues, the point difference will get bigger and bigger.

Outside the three-point line, Mo Mengchen lowered his center of gravity, and Blaylock became nervous.

There's a lot of space left and right, if he can't concentrate. Suddenly, he feels someone moving behind him, and by the time he reacts, he can't help himself and is completely caught in Barkley's pick-and-roll.

When the tactics at the top of the arc started, Don Reed followed Mo Mengchen's instructions and came to the basket. Mutombo's eyes were full of Mo Mengchen, and he didn't care about behind him.

Mo Mengchen hit the ground and passed the ball face to face, and Reid made a layup.

47 is better than 50
Mo Mengchen and Rhett clapped hands.

Mutombo shouted: "You cowards!"

Laettner continued the attack just now. He just bullied Barkley to walk slowly, and pulled to the outside after the pick-and-roll.If Barkley follows up, he will break through. If he doesn't follow up, he can directly shoot a three-pointer, whatever.

Barkley was determined to let him shoot, even though he had punished the Pistons once before.

"boom!"

This time, Duke's Emperor star missed.

But this is not the end.

Dressed in bright red of the same color as the Pistons' paint area, he leapt up flat and covered the penalty area in all directions. No one could beat him on this rebound.

Africa Mountain grabbed the rebound and slammed it into the basket.

"NONONO!"

Mutombo yelled.

The Eagles have too much advantage inside, Mutombo is like a rich man's version of Ratliff, and the confrontation between Barkley and Laettner can't get cheap.

To break the game, you can only start from the outside.

With determination, Hill raised his hand for the ball.

He no longer regards Corbin in front of him as a human being, because there is no need to worry about troubles that can be solved in just one step.Devil Mountain's step is like an arrow that leaves the string, and he doesn't look back when he draws the bow, he kills in.

Hill has repeatedly humiliated the Hawks' restricted area.

Mutombo took aim at him early, and only waited for him to dribble. Africans have African ways of dealing with troubles.

In the air contact, Hill had no time to make other movements, and Mutombo elbowed his head.

"careful!"

The scene is chaotic.

Ratliff wanted revenge. He was suppressed by Mutombo for the whole game. If he can use this opportunity to stir up trouble, then
Before he could make a move, Mo Mengchen rushed in and stopped him.

Mutombo was called for a defensive foul, just a defensive foul.

He shrugged innocently, as if the elbow really wasn't intentional.

Hill rubbed his head, shook a few times, and was a little dizzy, but it should be fine.

"Do what you should do, and I'll deal with him." Mo Mengchen's face was as calm as a lake.

"No, this is my business, and I will handle my own affairs." Hill got up and was about to make a free throw. "You were bullied on the court. Would you let me help?"

will not.

Because I am a villain and you are not.

Mo Mengchen said: "What do you want to do?"

"I'm not like you," Hill smiled, as if proud of himself, "I don't use violence, I only talk with basketball."

Yes, you speak with a basketball, others speak with an elbow.

This time you are fine, next time I will prescribe a ladle for you, you can go to the hospital and tell the doctor, you have maintained the justice in your heart, you did not do anything, you are great.

Mo Mengchen simply skipped Hill and walked straight to Mutombo.

It felt like something extremely dangerous approached Mutombo, and his teammates leaned over to support him.

Mo Mengchen stood in front of the five of them, his aura not weakened at all. He looked up at Mutombo and said in a cold voice, "I'll just say it once again, if there is another non-basketball move."

"I'll let you lie down and get out of here."

Mo Mengchen smiled, if it was a smile, "If you don't believe me, you can continue to attack that idiot."

After saying that, Mo Mengchen turned around and walked beyond the three-point line, waiting for Hill to make a free throw.

The Hawks players were relatively silent, a guy who looked like no danger threatened Mutombo in front of them all, and what was even more frightening was that none of them doubted the reality of the threat.

Including Mutombo himself.

"Does he think I dare not?" Mutombo said angrily.

"One more thing is worse than one less thing." Leitner patted the chest of Dashan Africa, "Let's use basketball to solve the problem."

Hearing this, several other people followed suit.

Mutombo's elbow allowed Hill to make one of two free throws, and the worst part was that he missed the second.

Laettner took off the rebound and looked for Blaylock immediately.

Blaylock was about to counterattack with the ball, and Mo Mengchen on the right slammed into him.

Blaylock flies out of bounds.

"Beep!"

Mo Mengchen raised his hand and looked at Mutombo with winter-like eyes.

If you don't believe me, you can give it a try.

Only the wicked can be frightening.

Mo Mengchen has successfully created his own image, which makes him not easy to be maliciously attacked by his opponents, and can also provide an umbrella for his teammates, especially Hill, an idiot who thinks he can solve any problem with basketball.

"It was a retaliatory foul."

"Since Dikembe's elbow is an ordinary foul, Dor.Mo's retaliation is also an ordinary foul."

"This shows that the referee does not have any bias."

"Dor.Mo perfectly exploits the referee's psychology."

Hill originally wanted to persuade Mo Mengchen to stop these behaviors, but he also knew why Mo Mengchen did this.

"Do what you should do, and I'll deal with him."

What should I do?
"If you hit me again, I will fight you hard!" Braylock has been hit by Mo Mengchen twice in a row today, and every time he fell, his whole body hurts.

Especially the second time, he obviously took his anger towards Mutombo on himself.

If he talks nonsense again, Mo Mengchen doesn't mind hitting him for the third time.

Anxious to vent his anger on his teammates, Steve Smith has put aside all distracting thoughts. The opponent is a second-year player like Reed, and he should play more aggressively.

An air cut reverse run, he ran out of the opportunity.

Blaylock passed the ball and Smith pulled up a three-pointer.

"Shh!"

The continuous interruption of the game did not take away his touch, and Smith is still one of the best 2 positions in the East.

"It's not good to defend like this, and we can't give him such a big room to play!" Microwave read.

The basketball came into Hill's hands.

What should I do?
A question that couldn't be simpler, Hill thought about it for a minute.

The answer is nothing more than: lead them to win the game.

Mo Mengchen is the leader and the backbone of everyone, but he is the one with the strongest ability. If anyone can change the situation of this game, it must be him.

This is what I should do.

Hill's speed was like going up steps, from low to high, with clear layers, suddenly started, and the weak and helpless Corbin lost his position powerlessly.

Devil Mountain broke through a road and rushed to the basket bravely.

Duke's senior brother is on the right, and Mutombo, who is not Zhoushan, is on the left. This kind of defense is destined to make him unable to find shooting space.

He saw Mo Mengchen nine meters away in the air.

Never mind, he throws the ball.

Nine meters away, almost two meters from the three-point line, Mo Mengchen took the ball, looked at the distance under his feet, jumped up and shot a three-pointer without hesitation.

He's the only active player who feels like he can't miss a three-pointer.

Because he has an infinite self-confidence every time he makes a shot.

"Dor.Mo's 29-foot three-pointer is breathtakingly accurate, the ball goes in the urn.

"Tonight's fifth three-pointer, all four previous shots were made! This guy's three-pointer is terrible!"

Vinier Johnson still hated Mo Mengchen at the beginning. After two seasons, he has become Mo Mengchen's number one fan in the Palace of Auburn Hills.

"Your ball is really unreasonable." Hill said, "I hate your three-pointer."

He is jealous of me.

Mo Mengchen snorted coldly: "You are not qualified to say that if you blindly break through and hit a dead corner to send out such a bomb ball."

Soon there was no time for bickering.

Blaylock single-handedly overwhelmed Mo Mengchen's defense, made a rare breakthrough tonight, and then fed the ball to Mutombo.

"boom!"

Africa Dashan dunked again.

The two sides began a long stalemate.

During this period, Mo Mengchen became a shooter, and Hill controlled the basketball.

With sudden shots and passes, Hill achieved the ultimate.

In the last minute of the third quarter, after his dribble broke through the tie rod and hit a layup, his personal score has reached 1 points.

But the Eagles are also blooming more points, they still have a 4-point lead.

Blaylock still wanted to break through Mo Mengchen, but he was eager to do so, but fell into Mo Mengchen's trap and bumped into his arms—hitting someone with the ball.

Blaylock stepped back.

In the last 50 seconds, both sides almost had an attack time left.

If the Pistons hit the ball faster, they would have one more chance to attack.

The Eagles' tough defense made their tactical turnover impossible, and they could only play singles.

This person is none other than Hill.

Two meters away from the three-point line, he took the ball and took a thunderbolt step without any pause. His opponent lowered his center of gravity in order to keep up with this first step.

Hill dribbled the ball with his right hand, and in an instant, he pressed his hand and changed direction in front of his body like a thunderbolt. The start at that moment made people believe that there are really people in this world who are favored by God.

otherwise……

Why can't I guard against him even though I've been on guard to this extent?

His opponent howled inwardly.

Hill Yulong Yutian, born to carry the league's first defender, man and ball integrated into a full moon scimitar, unstoppably slashing into the basket!

There was only horror in Mutombo's eyes. He had done everything he could, but he couldn't stop Hill from scoring.

This slam dunk didn't make any sense at all, it just slammed into the top of his head.

Hill believes that this goal can boost the morale of the team.

The momentum of this blow was too great, Hill's left foot landed first, and the muscles in his calf convulsed, making him unable to stand up.

He stepped back, hoping to rely on the strength of his right foot to support his body, but it was almost impossible.

After only holding on for a few seconds, he sat on the ground.

The left foot trembled constantly.

On the Pistons side, everyone on the bench stood up.

Collins seemed to be experiencing the end of the world.

David Wise even walked to the sidelines immediately, as long as the referee announced a timeout, he would go up to find out.

Mo Mengchen was the first to catch up: "How is it?"

"Probably a cramp," Hill whispered.

Mo Mengchen looked at the reaction of his calf, it was indeed like a cramp, if it was other problems, his reaction would never be so calm.

It's just that, for Hill's injury, for this anxious game, it was like a side that was originally balanced was suddenly drained of most of its strength.

The situation is about to get out of balance.

Hill didn't say a word. His calf was indeed cramping, but he also had soreness in his left ankle.

No more numbness, but soreness.

He lay on the ground and closed his eyes.

(End of this chapter)