You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 62

Market Square Arena
This is the Pacers' ancestral arena, which has been in use since 1974.

The fans here are very fanatical, and they always have the same labels: the same cheering sticks, similar clothing styles, almost the same sound decibels, and a neat and orderly momentum.

"Our opponent tonight is very smart. When you meet a smart man, you have to use a smart way." Larry Brown's solemn eyes drifted to Mark Jackson. There are other uses for the speed of the slow bus."

Hearing the head coach make fun of his big buttocks, Jackson said cheerfully, "Coach, don't worry, I'll whip that smart guy with my ass tonight."

"Reggie, I need you to use a lot of running to give others space. Our chances are in the paint."

Brown is serious, he doesn't like to joke, even if it is ridiculing Jackson, it is to let him understand the tactics.

Coming from an academy, he always demands the most stringent standards from players. His coaching philosophy is to let players play the game in the right way.

"Playing the ball the right way" has almost become a Larry doctrine.

The so-called correctness means "playing seriously, playing smart, remembering teamwork, enjoying basketball, and trying to defend hard."

He doesn't like ostentatious idiots and arrogant selfish ghosts. In this regard, he is exactly the same as his personal disciple Popovich, but he is more stubborn and cruel than the latter, perhaps because of his flaws in dealing with the world. It made his disciples green out of blue and better than blue.

Mo Mengchen rubbed his palms. Before the game started, every teammate came to pat his thighs.

"Hopefully after the game, your body is still intact."

"Why do you say that?"

"Mark Jackson will sit on you with his big ass!"

The strangest thing about the opening was that the Pacers didn't let the 224cm Yao Ming Rick Schmitz of the Netherlands jump the ball. Uh, it seems that Yao Ming is a junior?Well, how about calling Yao Ming China Schmitz from now on?
It’s okay not to let Smith jump the ball, but they actually let Derek McKay jump the ball. This person was the No. 1987 pick in 9. Although he has a 15-year NBA career, he can’t even find an entry on Wikipedia. Less than, so it is impossible to think about the word count.

As McKay's jump ball opponent, Terry Mills can be said to be a perfect match. The two of them are about the same height, and McKay's bounce is better.

Mills won in the end, and he stretched his thighs together to get the ball into his hands.

"Let me go!"

Mills leaned on Schmitz and wanted to fight hard, but Mo Mengchen was at a loss, what the hell?

Generally speaking, with such a big height disadvantage, it would be a better choice to pull the outside to shoot three-pointers, but this guy doesn't seem to see the height difference between the two sides at all. It seems that he can't stop his fat body, but the height difference of nearly 20 centimeters is no joke.

Mills, a fat man who always pulls outside to shoot three-pointers, rarely wants to be singled out, but he actually picks this kind of opponent.

Mo Mengchen didn't have any hope for his attack, he just saw that he was struggling to find a position, and the game had just started, so let him be willful if he wanted to.

This attack was over as soon as it started.

After Mills took the ball, he was in high spirits, with a silly smile on his face, as if he had decided to eat Schmitz. As soon as he turned around and wanted to lean against the basket to attack, the referee blew his whistle.

The referee's hands turned like wheels on his chest, and he made a clear and clear gesture: walking violation!

"Doctor, I."

"You just made a stupid attack." Mo Mengchen interrupted him.

Then, Mark Jackson used his back play, allowing Mo Mengchen to experience the roughest style of play in the No. [-] position.

After halftime, as long as Mo Mengchen posts upwards, he will definitely turn around and raise his fat buttocks to bump into him powerfully.

Although Mo Mengchen's lower body strength was no longer weak, he was still completely pushed away when he encountered such a perverted buttocks.

Jackson's fat buttocks and thighs are the key factors for him to play like this, and he has such talent.

Even fitness also pays attention to talent, like those people with thick legs and big buttocks, it is easier to practice squats, Jackson undoubtedly maximized this talent, his lower body strength is terrible, which also allows him to do squats all the time Thinking about crushing opponents with his big ass.

In the early days, Jackson was in this way, relying on his big butt to keep bumping, sitting from the three-point line to the basket to score.

Ordinary passers-by immediately cut the stage when they saw this kind of brain-dead style of play.

In order to prevent Jackson's hot-eyed style of play from spreading on a large scale, the NBA introduced the "five seconds with the back to the basket" rule.

As the saying goes, there are policies at the top and countermeasures at the bottom. This rule gives an old bastard like Jackson who is good at using his butt to destroy his opponents one more restriction.

Still starting from beyond the three-point line, this is Jackson's old line of work. He bumped against Mo Mengchen for four seconds, and turned around suddenly before the violation, avoiding the violation.

After that, he continued to turn around and hit back.

This is one of those ridiculous "I'm in! I'm out! You hit me!" moment.

Even if the referee is not ashamed of Jackson's way of playing, he can't help it. He just took advantage of the loopholes in the rules reasonably, so Dor.Mo, please ask for blessings.

"Hahaha, are you very angry? It doesn't matter, just be angry!" Jackson smiled cheaply, and the smell of paint exploded with all his strength. He sat Mo Mengchen two places away, turned around and threw a cricket ball. .

After the ball was scored, Jackson clicked his tongue: "I must praise your defense. As a rookie, your lower body strength is very good."

"But compared to me, it's like the gap between Abelisaurus and Tyrannosaurus rex." As soon as the words fell, Jackson raised his thumb at the scene and paid tribute to Bruce Lee's classic thumb rubbing his nose in the worst way.

"Looks like tonight's Mark got Larry's authorization, poor Dor. Mo, he never imagined that there is such a style of play in this world anyway."

"Will his knee hold up? Mark's back punch is no joke."

It wasn't just the kind commentator who was worried about Mo Mengchen, but also Hill and Houston.

"Do you need help?"

"No need."

Mo Mengchen rejected them stiffly and let Thorpe serve.

"doctor!"

Mills still wants to beat Schmitz, Mo Mengchen will not let him do it recklessly.

"Come out!" Mo Mengchen shouted.

His words were full of majesty that could not be rejected, even if Mills felt unwilling, he could not refute.

He ran out, right in front of Mo Mengchen, suddenly, Jackson noticed the small movements in his hands.

No, he won't rely on this pick-and-roll, the coach said, he's smart.

Jackson thought he had guessed what Mo Mengchen was thinking, but in fact, Mo Mengchen made that little move specially for him to see.

Jackson was completely defenseless against the pick-and-roll side. He really thought that Mo Mengchen would make a fake breakthrough and attack the reverse side of the pick-and-roll side.

Big mistake!
Mo Mengchen slammed Jackson together, almost breaking through the Pacers' defense in one step. Miller waited for a long time, and his existence was to wipe Jackson's ass, especially on the defensive end.

The offensive end receives the bomb ball, and the defensive end also wipes his ass.

His cover was very fast, Mo Mengchen didn't start up quickly, Miller's cover was quick, but it was also expected, he paused, and a back kick passed the ball to Houston's hands.

This pass is so good, whether it is viewing or the strength of the pass, it is at the top.

Houston made a three-pointer but failed to make it.

"Stupid Detroit, go home!"

"The hoop in Indiana isn't open to you!"

"Counterattack!"

"Counterattack!"

Houston didn't have time to apologize to Mo Mengchen, Miller's counterattack was faster than he thought, he should have chased back immediately, because of frustration, his speed was slower, but Mo Mengchen retreated behind the chase, but He alone can only block one of Jackson and Miller.

Miller stopped on the outside, and Jackson led Mo Mengchen to the inside.

Mo Mengchen concluded that Jackson would pass the ball, but he had no choice, he could only defend one.

Jackson pinned Mo Mengchen to the penalty area and passed it to Miller on the outside. As the most dangerous outside killer of this era, he had enough time to adjust to such a wide open catch, and then stabilized the ball with his training state. Steady feed to the basket, no issues.

"Shh!"

5 is better than 0
"This ain't fucking Summer League, I'm gonna fuck you guys right here tonight, you know?"

Miller had a fierce look on his face, and Mo Mengchen expressed his understanding. This is what happens to poor children who have been abused by their sister since childhood, so how important it is to have an amiable sister.

"Mo, I"

"Do you have any excuse? The speed of returning to defense is slower than that of the old turtle." Mo Mengchen picked up the ball and went to the outside to send it to Houston.

Houston said: "I have no excuses, I just want to say, if you give me another chance, I will definitely be able to recover the points."

"It's not garbage time." Mo Mengchen's tone was full of distrust.

Houston became annoyed and angry: "I don't only fucking score in garbage time!"

"So you still score in time other than garbage time?" Mo Mengchen's eyes widened like goose eggs, and his taunt caused the CIC King to suffer [-] points of damage.

Before the wound got bigger, CIC Wang stayed away from Mo Mengchen. This person is really too unfriendly. They are teammates fighting side by side. Why do they want to hurt others?

Mo Mengchen saw Hill's hand gesture before halftime.

His opponent is McKay, the odd man who played the jump ball instead of the two big insiders in the team, and the poor kid who doesn't even have an entry on Baidu Encyclopedia.

Hill's ability to go it alone is no problem, and the Pistons really need a strong point to blast the Pacers' defense. Therefore, Mo Mengchen passed the ball as soon as he reached the frontcourt.

The moment Devil Mountain held the ball, McKay hesitated for about half a second. The former escaped from him at an unimaginable speed, and jumped out of the paint with two super-large steps. After arriving, Hill hit a drifting fadeaway jumper.

2 is better than 5
(End of this chapter)