You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 46
"Boy, aren't you afraid of death?"

Mo Mengchen opened his eyes and saw Thorpe reaching out to him.

"I'm more afraid of losing." Mo Mengchen grabbed his giant hand and used his strength to stand up.

Before landing, he spread out his limbs to distribute the pressure all over his body, so he was not injured.

"This cunning Aussie will do some tricks!" Starks, who was always straightforward, despised this kind of brain-playing person the most.

Why don't you just play basketball?What are you thinking?I never use my brain.

"Grant, pay attention to the position of the orangutan, double-team when it's time to double-team!" Mo Mengchen shouted, "Don't care about changing positions, change positions when it's time to change!"

Mo Mengchen controlled the defense, but Derek Harper was clearly coming for him.

"Take care of yourself first!"

Harper made a fake shot. This kind of fake shot, which even a child can't fool, couldn't divert Mo Mengchen's center of gravity. Seeing that he couldn't shake people, he had no choice but to let Ewing come up to pick and roll.

When Ewing stepped forward, Ratliff and Thorpe switched positions, and Ratliff sat under the basket.

Before Ratliff's block came, Harper suppressed Mo Mengchen's body and made a tough throw outside the paint.hit.

"Your defense is terrible. How dare you command others with such a defense? Will your teammates recognize your command?"

Harper enjoyed the cheers from the scene.

"Yes, that's it, fuck that Aussie! Let him go back to the hospital and become his doctor, this is the stage for tough guys!" Spike Lee shouted excitedly.

"Mo, leave it to me!"

Hill stood up.

When the tactics cannot be opened, it is the safest way to hand the ball to the ace.

Hill dribbled the ball, and Mason, who was defending him, surrounded him like a lion guarding his territory.

Hill dribbles forward and squeezes the opponent's body away.

"Come on!" The other party roared.

The teammate's pick-and-roll also came at this time.Hill hesitated, and the opponent immediately got rid of the pick-and-roll, like a dog skin plaster that couldn't be shaken off.

Hill moved back and forth, time was running out, he directly lowered his center of gravity, made a fast-paced change-of-direction dribble at an extremely low horizontal line, then took a horizontal vertical step, received the ball and jumped up, directly hitting the shot.

"Grant Hill is starting to feel better."

Harper played in an extremely savage and aggressive style, spamming while talking trash: "Do you want to rely on your teammates so much all the time? When you have surgery, will you let the intern do it for you?"

Left, no, he won't go left, the probability of him going left is only 25%, this is not an illusion, this guy can't know how to hide his strengths.
Mo Mengchen's thoughts flew out of his body as Harper was about to explode.

"Snapped!"

What scares Harper is not the steal, but the steal is full of omens. The opponent's changing positions, wiping steps, and the whole process of making the steal, seem to have seen in advance how he is going to break through.

"Dor.Mo broke Derek Harper's ball!"

"NO! Derek, you can't be cut off by him! You can't just be cut off by him!"

Spike Lee is going crazy.

Surprisingly, Harper caught up to Mo Mengchen after losing his center of gravity. This is unimaginable. The counterattack of the veteran catching up with the rookie?
It's so weird!
Mo Mengchen's injury history makes people believe that he really only has this speed.

Harper caught up, betting on the honor he had achieved on the defensive end, he must block the young man.

Come on, come on, fool!

Mo Mengchen curled his lips, and the moment the two came into contact, he swung the ball around the back of his waist, switched his left hand to his right hand, and stepped on Harper's body with all his strength.

Harper's mind went blank.

How did he know I was catching up?How does he know?

Mo Mengchen borrowed Harper's strength and jumped to another place where Harper could not interfere. With a flick of his finger, the cricket ball scored.

"Beep!"

Harper paid the price for this defense.

He breathed heavily, unable to believe this was happening to him.

"If you can't catch up, I will be very troubled." Mo Mengchen turned to look at Harper, "If you can't catch up, it means that not only your IQ is low, but your speed is as good as a handicapped person with no arms or legs It's no different."

"Congratulations."

"You should be glad you caught up with me."

Mo Mengchen gently knocked Harper's body away, preparing for a free throw.

"What are you talking about?" Harper was furious, unable to believe that the damn first-year rookie dared to say such a thing to him.

"It seems that not only your brain is not working well, but your hearing is also degraded. The problem is very serious. If you are interested, come to Detroit St. Lucifer Hospital to find me. I may take special care of you for your low IQ."

"calm down!"

Harper almost rushed forward and knocked Mo Mengchen down, but Starks blocked him.

"Derek, if you rush up, his goal will be achieved!" Starks persuaded.

Ewing said: "Anger can be bad." "That's right, that Aussie won't have a good time tonight." Mason was also comforting.

Being persuaded by so many people, Harper was even angrier. He felt like a poor creature who needed help from others to survive.

"That is the recently famous Dor.Mo?"

On the sidelines, Riley asked his assistant.

Chief assistant Ray Rob nodded and said, "Defender, about 195 cm tall, Chinese-Australian, yes, it's him."

"What an amazing guy." Riley laughed.

"Should I switch to defend him?" Rob asked.

Riley asked back: "Who do you think will defend?" "Anthony Mason." Rob said.

"Good idea, and then we'll see Grant Hill score 50 on Derek," Riley sneered.

"Leave the counterpoint as it is."

Riley has not changed at all. The Knicks under his command are a team that lacks rotation. For a long time, they have played seven-man rotations. dead match.

The lack of killers is one reason, but the key reason is that they have too few rotations. They only play with seven players, and they have to defend relentlessly. If things go on like this, their feet are weak at critical moments. Biggest key shot?
Every position is fixed, and they are Riley's most trusted players.

Derek Harper was only a little embarrassed when facing Mo Mengchen, but this would not make Riley adjust his position.

After Mo Mengchen came on the court, the best thing he did was to activate Hill and Houston at the same time, especially Houston, against the short Starks, his various cuts and catches were not too easy and pleasant.

The Knicks made a small mistake when Mo Mengchen first came on the court. They wanted Harper to defeat him, but they suffered from it.

From the first quarter to the last round, there were only 12 seconds left. Mo Mengchen didn't intend to give the Knicks time.

He dribbled the ball slowly, Harper interfered with trash talk, and his body continued to increase strength.

"You vote, time is running out, doctor, it's time to use the knife, if you don't use the knife, I'm going to do it!" Harper spat trash talk loudly.

Mo Mengchen was unmoved, but just stood there and controlled the basketball.

On the other hand, Houston is making a complicated move. He hates this kind of move, and what's even more annoying is that this move is not included in the tactics. This is the tactical line that Mo Mengchen temporarily sketched out.

Every time he ran, he followed Mo Mengchen's instructions. He ran half to death, and he might not be able to get the ball in the end. He really hated this rookie who didn't regard himself as a human being at all.

"Run fast!"

Mo Mengchen shouted loudly.

Houston gritted his teeth, this time he was really going to curse for not passing the ball to him - he saw the end of the road, and he was surprised to find that the position was the most accurate position for him to shoot.

With such a chaotic battle situation, such a meticulous defense, and such intricate tactics, is it really possible to lock the end point on his hot zone?

Or is it a coincidence?
The moment Houston ran towards the finish line, Mo Mengchen passed the message.

When people arrive, so does the ball.

"Hahaha~~~"

Standing on his most accurate shooting point, Houston made a three-pointer.

"Alan Houston's three-pointer hit the buzzer! Without leaving any time for the Knicks, the Pistons overtook the score in the last second of the first quarter!"

"24 to 23!"

Houston couldn't stop laughing. He felt that this was Mo Mengchen's first step to bow his head to him. That annoying rookie finally knew his value.

If that wasn't the case, he'd certainly use his influence to hold back the defense and find someone else to complete the offense.

Why are you looking for me?Because it's up to me!

Besides me, can anyone else make such a crucial three-pointer?
Houston's tail was raised high, and he no longer knew his last name.

He laughed disregarding his image, and Mo Mengchen walked towards him with an indifferent face.

"Mo, just give me the ball, I can solve all your problems!" Houston said proudly.

Mo Mengchen glanced at him and said hurtfully, "You smile like a duck in heat."

"Rookie, you...why are you talking to me like that?" Houston found that Mo Mengchen hadn't changed.

"Do you want to stand there giggling, or come down and sit for a while?" Mo Mengchen turned around and asked.

"Damn, this bastard." Houston was very disappointed. He thought he had won Mo Mengchen's approval, but the other party still regarded him as CP.

Also, what is CP?
Looking for a chance, he really wants to ask Mo Mengchen clearly what the CP he uses to call others all day long means.

Just as Mo Mengchen and Houston were about to leave the field, Spike Lee ran over from the audience aisle and shouted: "You idiot Aussie, listen to me, John Starks will dunk on your head in the second half!"

"Your trash talk is as bad as your movies." Mo Mengchen replied, leading Houston to the sidelines to sit down.

(End of this chapter)