You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 493 Dazzling Light

The grievance between Rasheed and Sabonis is simple to say, but it is just a misunderstanding on the court.

Sabonis missed and beat Rasheed to blood during an attack. The latter was furious, wiped it with a towel, and threw the towel on Sabonis' face.

Rashid always has such a childlike attitude, and Sabonis is highly respected and probably won't care about him, but the relationship between the two has never been warmed up.

Entering the offensive end, Rashid initially thought about playing back head-on. Weber's single defense and Sabonis' control in the penalty area made him change his mind. He is not a straightforward reckless man.

Rolling his eyes, he saw Momochen walking Stoudemire around like a husky. The poor dwarf obviously didn't realize how bad his situation was, and he was about to find out.

Hill's screen knocked Stoudemire away from Mo Mengchen completely, and Rasheed didn't need to think about other things, just pass the ball.

Mo Mengchen reached out to catch the ball, and Rashid passed the ball very comfortably. He passed the ball directly to his chest, and he could make a shot when he got the ball. Actions, taking off and blocking shots was like his instinctive reaction, he jumped up with all his strength, trying to prevent Mo Mengchen from shooting.

However, Mo Mengchen just had a meal.

Sprewell couldn't control his body to fly forward, and Mo Mengchen inevitably collided, and everything got out of control.

In the VIP seat on the sidelines, Paul Allen asked the staff around him puzzledly: "Why doesn't Dor.Mo shoot?"

As soon as the words fell, Mo Mengchen caused a three-point foul by Sprewell and threw the ball with a very irregular posture.

"Dor.Mo hit four points!"

Mo Mengchen gently rubbed the floor with the soles of his feet, and Rashid ran towards him, clapping excitedly, like a boy next to a mafia boss, his compliments were beyond words.

Looking at this scene, Hill felt that it was very sci-fi. Not long ago, he was worried that the two would not get along because Mo Mengchen treated Rashid too harshly.

Looking at it now, he really worried too much.

"There is no guy that Dad can't handle." Dumas laughed.

When Buckley heard it, he looked like "I knew it a long time ago": "Does it need to be said? This mean person is actually a charmer. If he behaves kindly, he will be the world's number one charmer. He even beats me." Can handle it, there is no one in this world who he cannot handle.”

Barkley boasted in a disguised form, you take a look at the teammates around you, and I take a look.

If they remember correctly, Mo Mengchen can handle Barkley with a single meal. It doesn't seem difficult, does it?

Before executing the free throw, Mo Mengchen called his teammates to his side for a small meeting: "Chris Webber is very threatening in the low post, but it is better than letting the big white bear enter the low post."

"Keep the current defensive position and be vigilant!"

Simply arrange, and then Mo Mengchen hits and adds a penalty.

9 is better than 4
Webber continued to prove how correct the Blazers' introduction of him was.

The Blazers are not short of money. In order to make the team win the championship, Paul Allen is willing to invest a lot of money. The arrival of Webber makes up for the short board they have been lacking.

The short board is "this team has everything, but no superstar".

In this round, there is no need for cooperation. Weber backed up to force Rashid, and he has already grabbed a very deep position with just a push. The opponent is taller and taller than him, and he shoots a straight-arm jumper.

Those who are good at straight-arm jumpers will have a hard time scoring because they often don't completely shake off the defense and look like they are forcing the hit against the defense.

Only Webb knew how easy it was.

The ball goes in.

After landing, Weber said lightly, "Don't be angry, it's normal that you can't guard me."

Rashid gritted his teeth and roared loudly: "I must guard against you tonight!"

"Confront him, your defense is too gentle."

Mo Mengchen threw the ball to Rashid, and when he served, he said so.

This comment makes Rashid very uncomfortable. His defense is still gentle?He felt that the reason why Mo Mengchen said that was because he hadn't seen how many little tricks he did on Weber's body. If he had seen it, he would definitely not apply this word to him.

"You're done, Mo!"

Stoudemire and Sabonis set up a tight siege for Mo Mengchen in the penalty area.

Mo Mengchen didn't have any vigilance, stepped into the opponent's ambush, Stoudemire took the lead to steal the ball, and the roof of the world confronted him. In such a small space, the two partners were like a dwarf musketeer and a mountain giant.

Mo Mengchen's eyes flickered, and Little Flying Squirrel could never understand why Mo Mengchen could still pass the ball under such circumstances?

Stoudemire scratched his hand several times in a row but couldn't stop the pass.

The giant Sabonis couldn't let go of his center of gravity like Stoudemire, and the ball flew away and fell into the hands of Hill who cut inside.

Devil Mountain took off from behind Sabonis and made a layup.

11 is better than 6
"Don't make any traps for me, because you won't succeed." Mo Mengchen said so softly.

Stoudemire took this sentence as a provocation, of course it was a provocation, but Mo Mengchen didn't target him, he did it to everyone.

Some people have a glass heart, and Stoudemire's heart is smaller than his body.

Mo Mengchen's trash talk made him extremely upset. This was a competition among players from the '95 class.

The players in the class of 95 have played in the NBA for four years, and they are both dragons and worms. Stoudemire, who played the most amazing in the first year, has become an ordinary starter, and those guys behind him Each of them has become a hot superstar.

Mo Mengchen didn't even enter the lottery, but now he holds a big contract and controls the most potential team in the league. The huge contrast makes Stoudemire's hostility towards Mo Mengchen more and more serious.

In the front row, Flying Squirrel is interested, the teammates are fulfilled, the space is opened, and the top of the arc is 1V1.

"beat!"

"beat!"

"beat!"

In the eyes of the audience, these two people are like gladiators in ancient Rome. In the arena, only one can leave alive.

Stoudemire kept his center of gravity flat. Mo Mengchen was already a stake in his eyes. He could pass over it at will. The difference in height between the two was so great that as long as he wanted to, he could break through by raising his hand. common sense.

It is said that Mo Mengchen is very fast, as fast as a little man, and today Stoudemire is going to prove: "All the compliments people give you are shit!"

Little Flying Squirrel's center of gravity is flat, while Doe.Mo in front of him maintains his usual defensive posture. How can such a high center of gravity keep up with him?
Stoudemire sneered, and started to move forward in a tiger step (qinqin's first sound). He was full of confidence in this breakthrough.

A mocking look flashed across Mo Mengchen's face, and then, the experience that helped him make predictions guided him to block the breakthrough route. In fact, this does not require much experience. It is normal for Stoudemire to have confidence in speed , In the past few years, no one can beat him in terms of speed. Facing a tall defender like Mo Mengchen, he will break through whenever he wants, just like Wan, so he will not deliberately choose a breakthrough route. Attack from the easiest direction, which is his strong flank, right hand, right side.

"Snapped!"

Stoudemire hit a wall.

Mo Mengchen got stuck on the line, and Stoudemire's starting speed was too fast, and he couldn't stop even if he wanted to, so he could only bump into it, and he was knocked over on the spot.

In the eyes of the referee, this is a normal confrontation. If it is the Palace of Auburn Hills, it is possible to blow the little flying mouse to dribble.

Mo Mengchen's confrontation was top-notch. Stoudemire's failure to break through was a trivial matter, but losing the ball due to loss of balance was a major event.

"Are you finished?"

The cold words rang in his ears, and a huge panic appeared in Stoudemire's heart. The next second, Mo Mengchen took a step forward, fought again, knocked him away completely, and snatched the basketball like a bandit.

1V1 life and death!
Stoudemire was in pain all over, and Mo Mengchen cleverly used the rules to give him a thunderous blow.

No one can stop him.

too fast!
Mo Mengchen ran so fast, as if he was going to dunk.

As a result, he stopped outside the three-point line.

1-on-0 in the frontcourt.

No one is three meters behind.

He stopped and was about to shoot a three.

The audience booed wildly, hoping to interfere with his shot.

Hearing the boos, Mo Mengchen was startled, and hurriedly shot with his left hand to suppress the shock.

Throwing the ball beautifully with his left hand, Mo Mengchen faced Paul Allen and said to the audience: "Don't make noise, shhh."

"Shh!"

14 is better than 6
"Portland requested a timeout!"

"Less than 5 minutes have passed in the first quarter, and Detroit, led by Dor.Mo, turned away from the host!"

"The round just now is enough to prove that Dor.Mo is the No. 95 guard in the [-]th draft!"

Allen couldn't help sighing: "I have to admit that this guy is radiant when playing on the court, even people who don't understand the game can't take their eyes away from him."

To Allen's surprise, Mo Mengchen was not a basketball fanatic who devoted himself to playing basketball.

As far as he knows, besides basketball, Mo Mengchen is also a doctor, a singer, and has many successful investments, as well as a major shareholder of an extremely promising emerging Internet company.

He has covered such a wide range of fields that his achievements on the court are not worth mentioning on his resume.

However, probably only on the court can feel that he belongs to this field.

Only on the court, the light on his body will shine out undisguisedly.

Only here will the world dance for him.

"Mo, can you handle Damon Stoudemire?"

Taking advantage of this timeout, Westphal decided to destroy the Blazers' starting guard.

Mo Mengchen said: "No problem."

After the timeout ended, Westphal said flatly: "Okay, you still have 2 minutes to blow him up."

(End of this chapter)