You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 561 When fear spreads deep in my heart
"What do you want?"

"What do I want?" Mo Mengchen thought about it seriously, as if suddenly thinking of what to do, he said, "How about this, I beg you to raise your hand, end this performance, and judge the fourth place like a normal referee. Festival games, I promise, you'll get caught up in gossip, but you won't be severely punished."

Before the fourth quarter came, there were a few minutes for McKinlon to think about it.

He has already achieved this point, presumably Allen will not be dissatisfied.

He has to think about his future.

A referee's career is very long. He is only 54 years old, and it is not worthwhile to put his career into it because of one game. Therefore, he decided to accept Mo Mengchen's conditions.

Normal whistling?no problem.

He said so to himself in his heart.

The fourth quarter started, 78 to 69.

The strong McKinlon allowed the Blazers to reverse the Pistons in the third quarter, and they had a 9-point lead.

The game is about to enter the final quarter, and they are full of confidence because there are referees, and their strength is strong enough.

The starting lineup of the Pistons, led by Mo Mengchen, had at least three fouls.

The key players, Rasheed and Hill, both committed four fouls. Wallace only played in the last few minutes of the third quarter. The Pistons protected him very well, and he still only had three fouls.

However, as long as the referee takes special care, how long can three fouls last?
No one is ashamed that the referee favors himself.

They are professional players and they play professional games. Since they are professionals, it means that various interests are involved, and the referee is a factor that has to be considered.

Every player wants to be favored by the referee.

In the fourth quarter, the Blazers kicked off first.

"If the referee still takes a clear-cut stand like in the third quarter, the game will soon lose its suspense."

Before the Blazers attacked, Bill Walton couldn't help but speak.

Stoudemire dribbled the ball and rushed to the frontcourt, and smiled at Mo Mengchen: "Do you dare to defend hard? I'm looking forward to it. Aren't you the one who likes to put pressure the most?"

"That's what you said."

The next second, Mo Mengchen stepped close to Stoudemire's body. Just as Little Flying Squirrel was about to react, Mo Mengchen elbowed him in the waist and snatched the ball viciously.

Stoudemire was shocked. If this was changed to the standard of the third quarter, Mo Mengchen would have already been called for two fouls.

He didn't know what happened, the next second, Sprewell fouled Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen gently pushed Sprewell away - a very provocative gesture - and he walked slowly out of bounds, ready to pick up the ball.

Stoudemire felt uneasy.

The referee put away a helping hand.

Mo Mengchen served to Hill, and Hill passed the ball back to Mo Mengchen.

Sprewell was pressing in the frontcourt. He bit the bullet and said a strong word: "Even without the help of the referee, we can beat you!"

"You mangy dogs with vested interests really have the audacity to say that." Mo Mengchen said mockingly, looking at Mike Dunleavy at the far end.

The next game is dedicated to you, Coach Dunleavy.

From the restraint in the first game to the present, Mo Mengchen has always acted as if he could not fully fire under Sprewell's defense.

Other than his teammates, the world believed that Sprewell's defense made him change the offensive mode.

Almost there, now.

If you win this game, you will be able to defeat your opponent!

With a 3-1 match point, facing the shameless black whistle, the revenge broke out.

Mo Mengchen lowered his weight and said to Sprewell: "See my left hand clearly, mangy dog!"

When the voice fell, Mo Mengchen changed hands under his crotch, and his left hand was violently raised. The speed was astonishingly fast. Safety was not like the starting speed of the weak hand. Sprewell wanted to rely on speed to entangle him, but when Mo Mengchen left hand Pushing forward with the ball and adding up the speed, he was stunned.

"Dor. Mo is so fast!"

Wharton called out.

The arrow of death pierced forward, Mo Mengchen threw Sprewell away by three positions, accelerated the dribble and rushed straight to the frontcourt, pulled up without finding a rhythm, flicked his fingers, and shot a three-pointer.

71 is better than 78
Mo Mengchen looked at Dunleavy who didn't know what happened, put his right hand on the carotid artery of his neck, and swiped murderously.

For some reason, Dunleavy took a step back.

The audience went crazy, Mo Mengchen dared to be so provocative.

This is their home field!

"Break him!"

The crowd roared, allowing Stoudemire to attack with the ball.

"Did you hear that? Let you blow me up!" Mo Mengchen reminded Flying Squirrel.

How could Stoudemire really listen to the audience?He couldn't be more clear about the situation now, the referee stopped suddenly for some reason, and now they want to use their own strength to defeat the opponent.

Of course it's not impossible, it's just that suddenly
"beat!"

"beat!"

"Kill the damn Dor.Mo!"

The audience roared like chicken blood.

Stoudemire called the pick-and-roll to break through, and Rasheed and Mo Mengchen stepped forward tacitly.

Surrounded by the two, the 180cm Stoudemire couldn't see anyone at all. In an instant, Mo Mengchen hit him with another foul, causing him to lose his center of gravity.

"Steal again!"

"That's a fucking foul!" Stoudemire yelled at McKinlon, who was standing next to him.

McKinlon has already run forward. He doesn't know what's wrong with him. He obviously wants to make a normal penalty, but now it seems that he is on the side of the Pistons.

Mo Mengchen did foul just now, he didn't dare to blow the whistle.

For two consecutive rounds, he watched Mo Mengchen steal Stoudemire with a foul action, and then completed the counterattack.

73 is better than 78
Mo Mengchen gestured "Shut up!" to the audience.

The audience hated Mo Mengchen to the core. The crowd screamed that they wanted the Trail Blazers to find someone to beat Mo Mengchen.

"Without the referee's help, what else can you do?" Mo Mengchen approached Stoudemire and asked coldly.

"Didn't you ask the referee to help you?" Stoudemire asked uncontrollably.

Mo Mengchen smiled proudly: "That's my skill, but what can you do without the referee?"

After all, Mo Mengchen's defense made it difficult for Stoudemire to attack, so he could only pass the ball out.

Webber got the ball behind his back, turned over and shot, and hit the Blazers' first goal in the fourth quarter.

80 is better than 73
Sprewell didn't believe in evil, and continued to press Mo Mengchen in the frontcourt.

"I'm going to use a change of direction to shake your center of gravity, and then shake off this hideous mangy dog ​​of yours!"

After Mo Mengchen said viciously, he seemed to take a step to speed up but stopped halfway, and Sprewell's center of gravity was shaken.

Mo Mengchen changed hands and dribbled the ball, leaving space, lowering his body, and dribbling at full speed.

Once again, he shook off Sprewell!

"Who would have thought that Latrier's frontcourt pressing would have no effect at all!"

In the same position, Mo Mengchen made a three-point stop in the frontcourt again.

Again!

76 is better than 80
The ball stopped the game.

Dunleavy requested a timeout.

He told Sprewell during a timeout: "Enough! Stop pressing! We've been duped!"

Sprewell was unwilling, he still didn't think he couldn't defend, but Dunleavy didn't dare to let him try anymore.

So far, Mo Mengchen has handled all the offenses of the Pistons.

And he continues.

The Blazers' inside line stopped the team's bleeding, and Sabonis hit a single hook with a back.

82 is better than 76
"It seems they already know what's going on."

Seeing Sprewell retreat to the backcourt, Hill laughed and said that he thought Mo Mengchen was going to accept it.

"No," Mo Mengchen shook his head, "They still don't know what's going on."

Hill stared at him closely: "You think?"

"You stand by and watch."

Mo Mengchen dribbled forward, not fast, as if he was about to stop attacking.

In six seconds, he slowly dribbled the ball across the half court. There was still a distance of three meters from Sprewell, and his teammates pulled it out one after another.

Not good!

Sprewell saw that Mo Mengchen didn't mean to stop at all.

There were still three meters away from Sprewell, Mo Mengchen started directly, and the terrifying speed shocked everyone in the audience to scream. The madman who had completely stood still on the outside line was passed by him because he couldn't keep up with his reaction.

"what happened?"

Mo Mengchen scored the basket, knocked Sabonis over when he was completely stable, and scored a layup.

The referee's whistle blows.

This should be an offensive foul!

McKinlon hasn't made a gesture yet, and he hasn't made a conclusion yet.

Mo Mengchen stared at him intently.

McKinlon gestured for a defensive foul.

"This is definitely an offensive foul!" Weber wanted to argue.

"What? Couldn't it be done without the referee's help?" Mo Mengchen turned around and fired at Weber, "I'm really not mistaken about you, you bitch who can't be tough at a critical moment."

Mo Mengchen turned around and walked to the free throw line.

Everyone is looking at him.

He didn't change his face and made an extra penalty.

Because Sabonis' offensive foul was called a defensive foul, the people at the scene forgot how terrible Mo Mengchen's breakthrough was just now.

Mike Dunleavy hadn't forgotten.

Of course, he also knew what it would mean if Mo Mengchen really had the ability to open up space and pass Sprewell.

That means, for the previous three games, he has been playing on his back!
This insidious guy, he deliberately waited until this moment to play!

Mike Dunleavy stared.

That's right, that's it!
He had been waiting for this moment!
"Insidious and cunning bastard!" Dunleavy cursed feebly.

Mo Mengchen scored an extra penalty, 79 to 82, and the difference between the two sides was only 3 points.

After making an extra penalty, Mo Mengchen faced the audience again, and made that "shut up all of you" gesture again.

No one made a sound this time.

Sprewell was so angry that he dribbled the ball directly to the frontcourt and made a three-pointer.

"Backboard!"

Rashid took the rebound and threw it to Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen speeds up!
"He's so fast!"

"Faster than before!"

"No one can catch him!"

"The great Dor.Mo, even in the face of adversity, even in such an unfavorable situation, he still stood up!"

Mo Mengchen rushed to the frontcourt, jumped as high as he could, and dunked with one hand.

He yanked the basket hard, and all his dissatisfaction and anger were vented through this blow.

His face was full of anger, he turned around, stopped talking vicious trash, and just walked past Sprewell.

Sprewell couldn't breathe, and he took his breath after Mo Mengchen walked away.

He knelt down to pick up the ball, but it dropped again.

His hands were shaking.

The fear branded deep in his heart made his hands tremble non-stop. He picked up the ball again, covered it with both hands, saw Stoudemire, and he sent the ball out.

Unexpectedly, Stoudemire missed this simple pass that even elementary school students would not miss.

"Beep!"

"Out of bounds!"

Stoudemire and Sprewell looked at each other at the same time, and they saw the same thing in each other's faces.

Confusion, frustration, and the deep fear conveyed from the eyes.

These are two faces of losers who couldn't be more standard.

9 minutes left in the fourth quarter.

Score: 82 to 81.

The Blazers also lead by 1 point.

But the Blazers have lost.

　There is no reason for today's outburst. Dor.Mo is not used to eating alone, and I am not used to having an orgasm. Just look at it, I went to process the code with tears in my eyes.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)