You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 39
16 is better than 10
Since Hill's offense was extremely straightforward, this was considered an assist by Mo Mengchen.

Blaylock's impact is very fast. He is only 183 cm tall, but his speed is not inferior to that of Iverson who will enter the NBA next year. This is a very impactful guard.

When he started, Mo Mengchen predicted his breakthrough route in advance, and on the contrary resisted it with a force stronger than the opponent.

"I remember that when he first participated in the trial training, his strength was still very weak, but now he can use his size advantage to bully some small defenders."

Seeing Mo Mengchen's defense just now, Dumas was a little terrified.

"Didn't he say he couldn't do strength training?" Terry Mills asked in surprise.

Dumas smiled bitterly: "Who knows what magic he cast?"

Mo Mengchen blocked Blaylock's breakthrough, and the Hawks' offense came to a standstill.

Mo Mengchen studied Blaylock's data last night, and he averaged 15+5+5 guards per game. His rebounds are extremely good for his height, and his three-point shots are a bit low for this era. too much.

The average of 7 three-point shots per game shows that once he falls into an anxious positional battle, he will have some problems with the ability to connect the entire front, and often uses three-pointers to solve the offense.

"Mo, pay attention to the pick and roll!"

"Defense to keep up!"

Hearing the reminder from his teammates, Mo Mengchen yelled out this sentence immediately.

Blaylock shot through Mo Mengchen like an arrow piercing the clouds, and the person who stuck him was Grant Lang, an extremely strong power forward.

Blaylock's breakthrough was restricted by Ratliff. This guy's ability to protect the basket was indeed far stronger than Mills, and he stopped Blaylock in the air.

Mo Mengchen ran first, and just as Braylock hit the ball, Mo Mengchen blocked the line.

"Fuck!" Blaylock cursed.

"Mo steals Mookie Blaylock's pass!"

Hill quickly ran to the frontcourt. He looked back at Mo Mengchen and pointed to the basket with one hand. He couldn't wait to show off in front of the home fans.

Mo Mengchen patted the ball and threw it upwards.

Hill grabbed the ball in the air, made a belly stretching movement, and finally smashed the basket extremely quickly with both hands.

16 is better than 12
"You piss me off, rookie!"

When Braylock faced Mo Mengchen again, he said this sentence.

"An idiot who only thinks about breaking the ball but doesn't think about the consequences, what's there to be angry about?"

Mo Mengchen spat some trash talk back, and at the moment he just finished speaking, Blaylock's activation was so fast that he couldn't imagine, he broke his defense in one breath, and went straight to the basket.

In this case, Mo Mengchen would not choose to pursue and defend, he would immediately find Blaileck's possible pass target, and then get stuck in the route.

But this time, Blaylock scored, Ratliff was blocked, and Blaylock flew to the basket and scored.

18 is better than 12
"Will you defend the pig that I stepped over?" Braylock sputtered, and ran back angrily.

"Mo's defense is a problem." Johnson began to analyze the matchup seriously. "His height gives him some advantages, but he also inevitably has some weaknesses. His speed is like Mookie Blalock. Slow as a tortoise."

Blaylock was not careless. Although his trash talk turned Mo Mengchen into a pig, he would not really regard this first-round pick who stepped on the NBA court for the first time as a pig.

"Let me see what you're capable of!"

Blaylock's press is a must for the Eagles. Strictly speaking, he is a defensive back, and this is where the nickname "thief" comes from.

His defense even made Jordan praise it-"The Eagles without Mookie Blaylock are a cock without hair."

When he started to increase his defensive strength, everyone thought Mo Mengchen was going to collapse.

As a result, his strength does not suffer, and his ability to control movement is beyond imagination!
Mo Mengchen controlled the ball behind him. No matter how much Braylock harassed him, his body was like a thunder pool separating Brelock. No matter how hard the opponent tried, he just couldn't cross the thunder pool and attack the ball.

It was also during the time when Blaylock was harassing him, Mo Mengchen used his other hand to direct Ratliff to move.

"I just said you need me!"

Houston was overjoyed. In his opinion, Mo Mengchen finally understood the cruelty of the NBA, and he also knew that he needed help from others.

Thinking of this rookie's usual meanness, Houston now just wants to scream to the sky.Ratliff's screen left Houston running wide open. This off-ball play drew a lot of attention from the Hawks, but they didn't notice that Ratliff ran back after the pick-and-roll.

Houston attracted the defense of two people alone, and Mo Mengchen decided to end this stupid personal defense training.

With the ball wrapped around his left hand, he hit a back hook and threw it into the air.

He looked back, as surprised as everyone else, to see the ball getting closer to the basket, in synch with Ratliff's cutback.

Ratliff took off, grabbed the ball with both hands, and his young body flew freely. This was his first goal in the NBA, and he ended it perfectly.

The moment the goal was scored, Auburn Hills felt like an earthquake, and the fans stood up and roared.

"Mo!"

"Mo!"

"Mo!"

Ephraim has never seen such a movement. The charm of competitive sports is here. Even if you don’t understand anything, when you are in such an environment, you will blend in.

Ephraim and Adrian integrated into this group, shouting loudly with the fans.

In this city full of workers, most of the fans who come to watch the game are workers. If the team does not play well, their curses are louder than all reprimands in the world; All the praises of the world.

"Detroit's NO.18 pick has inherited the glory of Joe Dumars. He changed the whole situation as soon as he came on the court!"

Houston was very angry. He had a chance just now, but Mo Mengchen passed the ball to Ratliff.

He wanted to go up and ask for clarification.

As a result, just as he ran in front of Mo Mengchen, he heard this guy say: "You did not run the wrong tactic just now."

Houston has heard many compliments, and this kind of praise is definitely the weirdest sentence he has ever heard.

It is very difficult to hear praise from Mo Mengchen. In his eyes, it seems that he is the only smart person in the whole world, and everyone else makes mistakes, not ordinary mistakes, very wrong, and even stupid mistakes .

If he says "you didn't make a mistake" to you, it means he is very pleased with your performance.

"Nonsense, who do you think I am? Don't you just use me as a bait? Only a rookie like you will tirelessly play such a low-level tactic!" Houston ran away carelessly.

Mo Mengchen didn't respond, and then saw Braylock's face that turned into anger from embarrassment as if his innocence had been desecrated.

"How dare you play that pass in front of me!"

Blaylock thought it was a humiliation, but it was not. Mo Mengchen did not make such a chic passing action for the sake of humiliation, but just for convenience.

"Compared to your low-level defense, my pass just now is fine."

As soon as the words fell, Blaylock asked for a pick-and-roll, but he didn't break through. He saw the murderous intent in the paint. He was not stupid. Mo Mengchen's defensive pace obviously couldn't keep up with him. The Pistons must be prepared.

Thinking of this, he jumped up directly, but was seriously disturbed by Mo Mengchen who was chasing up.

At this moment, the height of 197 cm became an annoying barrier, completely covering Braylock's vision, and the latter could only raise the arc by feeling.

The moment it fell, Mo Mengchen ran straight forward.

The rebound was protected by Hill, and he also saw Mo Mengchen who was making a fast break.

The long pass is not a problem for Hill. In college, he passed the most important pass in his career, which is a long pass. He passed from the bottom line to the frontcourt to help his teammates complete the lore. .

At this moment, he sent a long pass again.

Outside the three-point line, Mo Mengchen slowed down, looking like he was taking small steps, trying to keep the speed of passing the ball as consistent as possible.

Just at the top of the arc, Mo Mengchen took the ball, and the front was open and unguarded. In this era, he would be scolded for chasing three-pointers with 1-on-0 shots.

"There is no defender in front, so Mo chose a three-pointer!"

"Goal scored! Detroit caught up to 1 point! Atlanta requested a timeout!"

"Have you noticed? That's his first career goal, will this be the beginning of his great career?"

"I don't ask him to have a great career, I just ask him to have a healthy career."

In the few minutes Mo Mengchen played, he played a game that surprised Collins.

For the first time, he had a "my team can play this kind of game?" feeling.

When he was coaching the Bulls, he let Jordan get whatever he wanted in the game, but he didn't feel this way at the time, because he knew that was the effect he wanted.

A game that maximizes the personal abilities of the stars is his original intention.

But Mo Mengchen was different, he was playing his own game.

When he's on the court, he's the protagonist, he's the leader of the Pistons.

Relying on the strength of the other four, he neatly and orderly created the best chances in each round.

In those few minutes, every point the Pistons scored was directly related to him.

"Perhaps, he is a system."

Collins thought of a scary possibility.

During this pause, Collins didn't give much instructions. He said some unnutritive words like chanting scriptures.

"Joe, is this what it's like to coach Mo?" Collins asked his lead assistant coach, Joe Lynch.

Lynch replied, "Yes."

Let the head coach lose the meaning of existence, this is the feeling of coaching Mo Mengchen.

(End of this chapter)