You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 516 Acting Too Realistically
At halftime, 51 to 48, the Blazers led the Pistons by 3 points.

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You know, Mo Mengchen is recognized as a player who has the attribute of being strong when he is strong.

In a general abuse game, his sense of presence may be extremely low. Once he encounters a strong enemy, his brilliance on the court sometimes even surpasses Hill.

And once the team is in desperation, Pistons fans usually don't think of Hill to save them, they think of Mo Mengchen.

He is such a player, and tonight's opponent is a strong team like the Trail Blazers. He deserves to play a brighter performance than usual.

After halftime, he sorted out the team's offense well, but his personal offense seemed to be greatly restricted.

"If Portland can take a win from Detroit tonight, Latrell Sprewell is the MVP of the game."

After watching halftime, Vinier Johnson expressed his thoughts.

"Latrier's defense seems to have brought you a lot of trouble, how do you solve this problem?" The reporter on the sidelines asked a question that made Mo Mengchen feel at ease.

Mo Mengchen said "stubbornly": "This is not a problem for me."

Then, putting on a very unhappy look, he strode into the player tunnel.

The reporter was very embarrassed, because anyone with a discerning eye could see that Sprewell restricted Mo Mengchen very hard tonight.

"Do you want that innocent reporter to have nightmares?" Hill waited for him in the tunnel.

"That shows that his mind is fragile enough." Mo Mengchen didn't care what the reporter thought, and walked to the locker room with Hill.

After halftime, Hill was the key reason why the Pistons were able to persist until now but only trailed by 3 points.

It took him only halftime to score 25 points, because Mo Mengchen's offense completely stopped tonight.

It's fine if the opponent defends well, but why does Hill feel more and more conspiring?It's not the first year he's been teammates with Mo Mengchen, it's been four years, no matter how stupid people are, they should know each other better.

Mo Mengchen has always liked to play dead in the regular season, which has been proven in the past four years.

What about tonight?
"When do you plan to play in this state?" Hill asked tentatively.

If Mo Mengchen refuted him, it meant that he was really guarded.

Otherwise, there is a real problem.

"Until the end?" Mo Mengchen wasn't sure either, it would be great if he could pretend to be undiscovered until the end.

Hill glared at him and yelled as loudly as he could: "You really have reservations?!!"

"You can speak louder, so that the sound should reach the Blazers' locker room." Mo Mengchen raised his eyebrows, "I don't have to work so hard."

Hill's mouth twitched slightly.

Sure enough, he was pretending again, why does this guy have to think so carefully when playing basketball?Can't you play well?
"The farthest distance in the world is when I'm playing seriously and you're messing around—we're just playing, can you stop so many schemes!" Hill said angrily.

"Playing basketball can be divided into playing with brains and playing without brains." Mo Mengchen said, "I am the former. If you guys without brains feel uncomfortable, I can only say that I am sorry."

He played like this, and Hill was worried about losing in the end.

"We're going to lose," Hill said.

"If you can't win without my firepower output, then I can't help it." Mo Mengchen looked like he didn't care about the outcome.

Hill can remember when they lost, this guy's terrifying expression of killing everyone in the locker room.

Why did it change now?

Talking all the way, they came to the door of the locker room.

"Does the coach know about this?" Hill asked.

"Maybe."

After all, the two walked inside together.

The strange thing is that Westphal didn't say anything about Mo Mengchen's performance, and in the second half, he didn't take any remedial measures against Mo Mengchen, who was defended by Sprewell so that his grandmother didn't even know him.

It was as if Mo Mengchen played well in the first half and he didn't need to worry at all.

When he finished the arrangement, except for Hill and Mo Mengchen, everyone had a look of "Is there anything else you didn't say?"

Frases also hesitated to speak.

"I hope we can continue the winning streak tonight." Westphal opened the locker room and walked out first.

Mo Mengchen followed his teammates out of the locker room.

He is ready to lose tonight.

He hates losing after giving it his all, but accepts losing with a plan.

In his opinion, it would be better to lose this game tonight.

He has to give the Blazers a sense of "our strategy is working," because only then can they continue tonight's strategy. An effective strategy will "surprise" them.

This season, Mo Mengchen has not made adjustments to his future opponents because it is full of uncertainties.

The 9899 season was originally a season for the Spurs, but Duncan came to the East. The Spurs can only guarantee a playoff spot by relying on the 35-year-old Admiral. If they can play five games in the first round and be sent home, they will complete the task. .

In the next few years, the Spurs will start rebuilding because of David Robinson's complete aging.

As for the Knicks, it is basically certain that they will not be able to start an epic dark horse counterattack journey.

That legendary dark horse—from the eighth kill in the Eastern Conference to the loss to the Twin Towers Spurs in the finals—has only Big Mom Johnson and old Ewing in the main lineup, not to mention that old Ewing will be reimbursed due to injury in the playoffs, Ewing The law won't be there this season, because Big Mom Johnson alone can't change the outcome.

The two core champions of the Knicks, the CIC king Houston stayed in Detroit three years ago, and Sprewell was robbed by the Blazers first.

In doing so, history was completely changed.

This is no longer the NBA that Mo Mengchen is familiar with, and he has no way to make plans for the opponents in the finals. After forty regular season games, he has a basic understanding of each team.

This is his judgment.

He thinks the Blazers will make it to the Finals.

The opponent also regarded the Pistons as their imaginary opponent in the finals, so they designed such a matchup against Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen just went down the slope, giving them the illusion that the tactics are very effective, and then see if they can really reach the finals.

After defeating all the teams in the Western Conference, Mo Mengchen also felt that the Blazers were very interesting.

They just happen to be at the right node.

The young kings still need time to grow, the Supersonics were destroyed by the lockout, the OK Lakers currently have O or no K, the Spurs are not to be feared, and the Rockets are not worth mentioning. Counting all the way down, it is really the Blazers from the strength of the main force to the substitute The depth is the most powerful.

Mo Mengchen will be very surprised if they fail to make it to the finals.

As for the eastern powers, they were not within Mo Mengchen's consideration.

Whoever stands in my way will die.

In order to make this scene more realistic, Mo Mengchen needs some actors to cooperate with him.

He had to call pick-and-rolls and screens on every attack, and he had to be chased by the madman because he wasn't fast enough when he was in position.

"You're finished, Mo!" cried the madman.

"Humph!"

The madman regarded this cold snort as Mo Mengchen's last stubbornness, being chased all the way to the end, he could only pass the ball.

Hill takes over again.

Seeing Hill's helpless expression, his disappointment towards Mo Mengchen revealed in his eyes, the madman just wanted to laugh out loud, everyone was afraid of Mo Mengchen, everyone was afraid of Dor.Mo, and tonight, he really It really restricted this tomorrow's superstar whose reputation and influence far exceeded his strength.

"This feeling is very uncomfortable, Dor. Mo?" Sprewell resumed the madman's true colors, "You have today too!"

Mo Mengchen almost couldn't hold back several times.

You know, it's not that easy for him.

Sprewell defended so well that the coach of the Blazers, Dunleavy, was in a dream. What happened tonight was a bit unreal, but it was Dor.Mo!
Prevented by Sprewell like this?

This guy's defense is so strong, but he only has one second defense so far?
Are all judges blind?
"Dor.Mo's condition is not very good tonight." As a fan of Mo Mengchen, Vinier Johnson did not believe that Mo Mengchen was really guarded.

Anyone who has witnessed Mo Mengchen's journey will not believe that he will be guarded.

Not in good shape, that's their explanation.

Mo Mengchen could organize in the first half, but he was completely invisible in the second half.

Only relying on Hill's containment force to sneak a few shots and barely score in double figures.

Such scoring is insignificant to his opponents.

After the third quarter, Mo Mengchen's statistics were 10 points, 7 rebounds and 7 assists.

It seems to be a good statistic. Only after watching the game can we know how severely he is restricted.

At the beginning of the fourth quarter, Mo Mengchen tried his best to run around the screen in order to get a chance. The more he defended, the more excited Sprewell became, which was beyond his normal level.

He believed that it was impossible for Mo Mengchen to run out of space under his defense.

It was this belief that allowed Mo Mengchen to be prevented from dying even though he wanted to score.

Not only that, but he was severely disturbed when shooting. When he landed, his calf twisted and he cramped on the spot.

He sat on the ground with an ugly expression.

"It's ugly, Dor. Mo." Sprewell laughed complacently.

Mo Mengchen had a displeased expression on his face, but his heart was full of joy. He loved the cramp like rain to death, and this scene was enough to pretend here.

It’s too late.

Hill walked up to him, knelt down, and said with a dark face, "Those Oscar winners should be so ashamed to quit the showbiz after seeing your performance tonight."

"Low-key, low-key." Mo Mengchen patted him on the shoulder.

Team doctor David Wise led the staff to carry Mo Mengchen onto a stretcher.

Although Mo Mengchen didn't play well tonight, he still suffered from cramps, and the audience gave him warm cheers and applause.

He was sure no one could see his expression.

The expression he had pretended for a long time finally relaxed, and the corners of his mouth on the left and right raised up uncontrollably.

In the tunnel, he couldn't help laughing.

Wise said nervously, "Mo, don't be sad, it's just cramps at most."

Hearing this, Mo Mengchen laughed even louder.

His appearance frightened Wise and several staff members.

How can a cramp in the calf even affect the head?

(End of this chapter)