You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 63 CIC King's Proposal
Hill's one-on-one ability is unquestionable. With top height and wingspan and the fastest first step in the league, it is unimaginable that he can only catch the blind from the three-point line. In addition, as Jordan's successor, he must To have the ability to finish in the penalty area, as long as he does not double-team, few players can limit his heads-up.

"Mo, bring Mark to me and I can help you," Hill said.

If Mo Mengchen remembers correctly, Derek McKay's three-point shooting rate is only 25%, and 09 of 0.2 three-point shots per game. This three-point threat is not much better than Hill.

"His right hand is more threatening." Mo Mengchen approved of Hill's suggestion, and made this point emphatically.

"Understood." Hill nodded.

Jackson is not just a stunned young man who only relies on his butt, he knows better than anyone what a point guard needs to do most.

Brown told him to torture Mo Mengchen with his butt, but didn't tell him exactly how.

Based on his understanding of Brown, he definitely didn't want him to use offense to wipe out Mo Mengchen's defense. There must be other intentions.

Few people have such a big butt like Jackson, facing him, Mo Mengchen feels that his physical strength is exhausted faster than usual, and he will do it whenever he can, without entanglement.

Although he pushed as hard as he could to the left, Hill had no chance to double-team because Jackson kept his eyes on him.

"Do you want to double-team? Do you think I'm stupid?" Jackson smiled lewdly, and suddenly, he slammed sideways to Schmitz outside the paint.

As Yao Ming's template, Schmitz's offense has certain similarities with Yao Ming's, super-handed hooks and jump shots, but he does not have Yao Ming's low-post aggressiveness.

Smith arched his back, and without waiting for Mills to put pressure, he removed the stool to unload the jumper and hit the iron.

"and me!"

Another of the Pacers' black and white Shuangsha insiders jumped out. Dale Davis pointed the rebound from Thorpe's head and took it off again.

"Be careful behind you!"

Jackson's reminder was a step late. Davis was about to lift the ball when Mo Mengchen's hand was already cut off.

"Beep!"

It was clearly a clean steal, but the referee called a foul.

"Do you have any objections?" The referee looked at Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen had no opinion, but his teammates did have big opinions.

"Damn it, I can hear the sound of my palm hitting the ball from such a distance, is he deaf?" Houston complained for Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen walked to his side and said, "Do you want him to target me all night?"

"I"

"To shut up."

Mo Mengchen glanced at the referee, then reviewed the formation of the Pacers.

14?

This is the Pacers' more conventional sideline serving formation. Usually, they will hang a screen first and let Jackson catch the ball. If it fails, Miller will hang another screen to catch the ball and shoot a three-pointer directly.

"Grant!"

Mo Mengchen pointed to the right side beyond the 45 three-point line on the right, "You just stare here."

"why?"

There was no time to explain, Mo Mengchen stuck to Jackson's body, never letting him catch the ball.

"Hey, if you do this, you may pay a higher price." Jackson smiled playfully, completely unaware that Mo Mengchen had set a trap.

With a cover, Mo Mengchen retreated early, dodged, and jumped at the first time, blocking the passing route.

McKay had to find someone else.

Miller saw it as an opportunity, and directly borrowed Schmitz's pick-and-roll to run out of the three-point line.

Outside the 45-degree three-point line on the right.

"Watch out Reggie Miller!"

Collins saw the intention of the Pacers now, but it would be too late if he saw it now. McKay passed the ball, thinking that the ball would fall into Miller's hands, and their boss would use a Scoring three-pointers made Mo Mengchen's defense a joke.

"No! No!"

Jackson called out.

"Why is Grant Hill there?"

The ball failed to fall into Miller's hands, and Hill took the love and grabbed the basketball.

It's kind of magical.

Hill didn't know how Mo Mengchen did it. The other party often made such incomprehensible but flawless decisions.

"Mo!"

Playing with Mo Mengchen, Hill feels that the burden on his body is much lighter. Although he is still the ace and core of the team, he only needs to play well and never needs to worry about other things.

The person who did his best for all this was Mo Mengchen.

The frontcourt was empty, Mo Mengchen expected that Dinghill would steal the ball, so after the Pacers sent the ball, he rushed straight to the frontcourt regardless, as if fleeing for his life.

Hill's long pass is in place, he is too good at this kind of pass.

Mo Mengchen catches the ball, no one can limit his scoring, the Pacers fans booed him, hoping that he would make a mistake, although the possibility of this happening is less than 1%, but - even Jordan will fight back in 1v0 Why would Mo Mengchen not?
"These idiots!"

For the first dunk in his career, Mo Mengchen didn't dunk properly.

After coming to the frontcourt, he slowed down, picked up the ball with one hand and smashed it towards the basket. Tuck it in and hit it hard.

The bounce is not high, the speed is not fast, and the extensibility is not enough, but the whole process is very smooth. This is a very ornamental self-throwing and self-catching blue.

On the court, this kind of dunk is humiliating, especially since the two sides have not been very friendly since the beginning.

"Are you fucking monkeying around?" Miller growled.

"Do you want to die? Stupid Australian ghost!"

"Are you an idiot hired by a circus? This is not a zoo!"

"Go to hell, Aussie!"

The audience was as angry as Miller.

Mo Mengchen swept towards Miller: "It is rare for you to say a word that I agree with. I am indeed playing a monkey."

"What did your mother X say?" Miller was furious.

"Self-knowledge is a valuable quality, please keep it up." Mo Mengchen ran past Miller.

Seeing Mo Mengchen's dunk, coupled with the reaction at the scene and his trash talking to Miller, Hill had only one thought: "Is he really not afraid of being beaten? This is not Auburn Hills."

When it comes to this, CIC Wang thinks he has the right to speak: "I promise, this guy is really not afraid of being beaten! He is a fucking lunatic who doesn't care about the consequences!"

"Rookie, you're making Reggie anxious."

Jackson dribbles over and says so.

"So you're going to vent his anger on him with your big ass?"

"Yes."

After the words fell, Jackson straightened his giant buttocks and bombarded Mo Mengchen behind him.

He's not a star guard, and he doesn't have any staggering trump card, just relying on this big butt, he's all over the league.

There are at least eight better No. [-]s in the league, but there are not many No. [-]s like him who make Mo Mengchen helpless.

Not only does he have an invincible big ass, but he also has experienced experience in seeing the entire audience. He doesn't get angry, doesn't get annoyed, and keeps an eye on the overall situation.

Mo Mengchen, who was pushed helplessly, made a wrong defense. He used his knee to push Jackson's buttocks. This defense could offset part of the impact, but it was also equivalent to handing over the initiative to Jackson.

"You made a mistake, rookie!"

Hitting someone's butt with his knee is equivalent to concentrating all the strength of the whole body in one place, like a fulcrum. As long as Jackson shifts this fulcrum, Mo Mengchen's defensive center of gravity will be wiped out.

The process was very simple. Jackson just made a simple inside turn, Mo Mengchen's defense was shaken, Mills helped defend, and Jackson passed the ball to Schmitz for a jumper.

"Good shot, Mark!" Schmitz praised.

"Smart people who are pushed into a hurry can make mistakes." Jackson smiled at Mo Mengchen.

Thorpe picked up the ball and said to Mo Mengchen, "You are reckless."

"How to prevent?" Mo Mengchen really had no better way.

"No way, low-post offense and defense are the most unreasonable. Tonnage and strength are far more important than skill and talent." Thorpe said.

Although Mo Mengchen was a basketball enthusiast in his previous life, he was only on paper. He was not good at all in actual combat. Naturally, he didn't know how to defend Jackson. He thought that Thorpe, an old ball player, could provide some advice, but he didn't expect him to be helpless.

"If you carry him to the penalty area, you will help defend in the end?"

"He passes the ball a lot, he's smart."

Mo Mengchen has always used his mind and vision to solve problems, and he has never encountered a back-up ball-handler as domineering as Jackson.

Thorpe's words woke him up.

Sometimes weight and strength are far more important than technique and talent.

If O'Neal only has talent but doesn't weigh 300 pounds, he won't be able to dominate the league in a few years.

power.

power.

Mo Mengchen suddenly wanted to turn on the system to increase the strength of his lower limbs on the spot, but doing so would not change the current situation, but would also make his shooting unstable due to the sudden increase in strength, which was not worth the candle.

"Mo, let me switch defenses with you."

Suddenly, Houston came up and said.

Mo Mengchen was about to refuse, but Houston said angrily: "I've had enough of Reggie Miller's trash talk, I think a bastard like this has to be matched up with a bastard like you!"

"Ok."

Mo Mengchen didn't think Houston was upset with Miller's trash talk, he was just giving himself a step down.

This was the second time he offered to help tonight, and the first time he was rejected by Mo Mengchen with righteous words.

This guy doesn't seem so stupid.

Should I be nicer to him?Mo Mengchen thought to himself.

It's right to switch defenses. Mo Mengchen can't stand up to Jackson, and if he continues to fight against Jackson, it will not only affect his performance, but also greatly consume his physical strength, which is really not worthwhile.

If possible, Mo Mengchen would prefer that Collins propose this transposition.

It's just a pity that Collins didn't change the meaning of the matchup from the beginning to the end.

This almost helpless head coach is helpless.

Even Houston can see the problem, but he can't see it. He stands on the sidelines with his arms crossed. Those who know know that he is coaching, but those who don't know think he is a bronze man on the sidelines.

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