You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 648 Short Dor.Mo?They are crazy!
"What happened between you and Shaq?"

At the end of halftime, Mo Mengchen accepted a halftime interview from EPSN.

Mo Mengchen expected that they would ask this question, and had already figured out the wording: "A lot of things will happen in the game. We fight, score each other, have conflicts, and talk trash. I think these things are normal game content, but I don't know why. Shaq wanted to jump out of that range, or because he just wanted to enjoy the thrill of attacking people and didn't want to suffer the embarrassment of being hit back, I just did what I was supposed to do."

"So you really had a conflict?"

The reporter's selective ignorance or selective blindness skills are automatically triggered, and they will only deliberately grab those content that can attract attention.

Mo Mengchen smiled back: "He overthrew me to the ground in public with such actions. Can I still say that there was no conflict between us? Anyone who has watched the game knows what happened."

First, he slandered O'Neill, and then practiced Tai Chi. If he didn't respond positively, the reporter couldn't do anything about him.

"Is it related to your ability to lead the Lakers by 18 points in halftime?" The reporter continued to ask.

"Are you trying to say that because Shaq pushed me down, we led the Lakers by 18 points at halftime?" Mo Mengchen had an exceptional sense of humor tonight, "If that's the case, then I'm here to implore Shaq for the second half Push me one more time, and I'll never hold a grudge, I'll be grateful."

The cunning Dor.Mo never allowed himself to be trapped in negative public opinion. If he wanted to know the truth, he could only start with O'Neill. However, would O'Neill tell the truth?
For the entire second quarter, O'Neal was unable to return to the court because his mood was so wrong that Zen Master was afraid to let him play.

It is difficult for Kobe to support the overall situation alone, especially after the Pistons switched back to the main force, the scene was obviously out of control.

The Pistons suddenly scored 68 to 50, leading the Lakers by 18 points at halftime.

"If we win them like this, wouldn't it be against your plan?"

On the way back from the player tunnel, Hill asked Mo Mengchen.

Because Mo Mengchen likes to show weakness to others, especially the opponents he may meet in the finals, he prefers to paralyze the opponent with a big defeat.

"Let's say you're Phil Jackson, and Kobe's trash talk drives you out of your mind and keeps our coach from sending Grant Hill in the second quarter, this impulsive daredevil who comes on and drags his teammates down. Poor helpless Dor .Mo happened to be in poor form, we trailed by 18 points at halftime, do you think the opponent is too strong, or you are too weak?"

"Wait, what do you mean I'm an impulsive daredevil?"

"And you, pitiful and helpless? How dare you describe yourself in such words?"

Mo Mengchen looked up to the sky and sighed helplessly. It seemed that Hill would never be able to play a role-playing derivation game with him.

However, when he said this, Hill understood.

"But you said, tonight's game is still a test, you need to fully understand Shaq's passing." Hill still remembers this.

"Because of these accidents, we can get acquainted with his passing while ensuring victory." Mo Mengchen suddenly put away his smile and said loudly.

Accident?Whenever Hill chatted with Mo Mengchen, he couldn't help rolling his eyes.

An irreversible disaster is called an accident. What kind of accident is the first half of tonight?This is definitely a man-made disaster.

Now the culprit is calling it an "accident" without changing his face?
In the second half, the Pistons returned to normal, with three outsiders and double Wallace.

On the Lakers side, O'Neal seemed to have calmed down after the second quarter and the halftime break. However, when he was on the court, his eyes glanced at Mo Mengchen from time to time.

"The Lakers are 18 points behind, but the game hasn't reached the final conclusion yet, and there is still a lot of time."

"Yes, tonight's game may determine the ownership of the MVP."

"On the latest MVP simulation list, Dor.Mo ranks first, ending Shaq's domination of this list."

"Yes, over the years, there has been a lot of controversy about Dor.Mo being a system player, and some people think that he can only play like this when he is next to Grant Hill. However, in Hill's absence for a month and a half, he proved own."

"Tonight's game has the potential to determine the final selection of the judges."

After all, this is a head-to-head matchup between the two MVP favorites.

O'Neal's performance in the first half could be described as a disaster, with poor offense. In the second quarter, he was angered by Mo Mengchen and sat on the bench for a quarter, causing the team to fall behind by 18 points at halftime. is a deduction item.

Fortunately, he had a full second half to win back the evaluation for himself.

The Lakers pretended to attack from the flank, and passed the ball to the left side first. The Pistons' defense changed accordingly, and Mo Mengchen was unmoved. He knew that the ball would be transferred to the main position.

O'Neal did not have a game in one quarter, and they need to help the Sharks get back to their status quickly.

If you want to win, you have to start from the strongest point. If you can't even hit the strongest point, what will you use to win?
Sure enough, the small side fights left enough time for O'Neill to attack with his back to the basket. Hill waited for him to attack and ran in quickly.

Mo Mengchen's feet started to move as soon as O'Neal passed the ball.
O'Neill clearly saw Hill who was double-teaming, but he didn't pass the ball. Outside the paint, his body, which was much thicker than Wallace, pressed Big Ben, straightened his right hand, and gave a light hook.

"Shh!"

Overlords can also juggle, and O'Neal's offense is not limited to dunks.

52 is better than 68
"He's freaking out," Hill said.

"So your double-teaming should be faster." So fast that he couldn't even get up his hands.Mo Mengchen said.

Positioned in the frontcourt, Mo Mengchen dribbled the ball with his left hand, raised his right hand, pointed his thumb and index finger at the sky, and put the other three fingers together. It looked like a pistol, but it was actually a "V" gesture.

The long-lost V-word attack.

The Lakers have never discovered that the Pistons have been restraining their tactics in order to adapt to the triangle offense. The more common V-shaped offense in previous games was rarely played.

Seeing Mo Mengchen make a V gesture, Hill quickly ran to the top of the arc to get the ball.

After giving the ball, Mo Mengchen ran to the bottom corner, forming a V-shaped position with Houston in the other corner.

Hill doesn't need pick-and-rolls, and he is explosive enough to control the enemy against Rice.

"bring it on!"

As soon as Hill drank, the change of direction of his crotch made Rice dizzy, and the rushing step made him even more difficult to parry.

Fast and fierce, isn't this guy afraid of getting hurt again?

It took only a second for Hill to end Rice's defense. He was about to hit the penalty area. Xiao, who was defending Mo Mengchen, didn't know where his brain was wrong, and he dropped the most dangerous three-pointer in the game. Front defense.

"Dad dare to let go?"

"Are they crazy?"

Originally, Hill had only two options: a breakthrough layup and a teammate under the basket. Xiao rashly appeared, allowing him to make one more option out of thin air.

He sent the ball, and Xiao thought that the help defense that could win by surprise turned into a joke.

Because I didn't make a three-pointer tonight, so I was shorted?
Mo Mengchen thought to himself, how could this be any different from humiliation to him?

Three-point shooting is the foundation of his career. Thinking that he just entered the industry back then, he only had a total rating of 59. He had no speed, no explosive power, and no strength. On the offensive end, he only had a one-handed three-point threat. Dumars, who still has quasi-All-Star combat power, lost the starting lineup.

Three-pointers are his foundation as an NBA player.

Now that he is recognized as the world's number one shooter, even Miller admires him, how dare Brian Shaw let him go?
"Dor.Mo made a three-pointer!"

"Wait, the arc is wrong!"

The Staples crowd took a deep breath and looked at the ball in the air, which wasn't a normal three-point arc.

"Is there a play?" Xiao stared at the ball in the air suffocatingly.

Mo Mengchen's three-pointer from the left corner was like a small knife that slices a flat fruit. It hit the basket from the side. It should have gone directly from the basket, but...
"Oh my god!" Wharton yelled, "Three points from the bottom line?!!"

The three-pointer that was supposed to fly around the backboard bounced into the basket with just a slight swipe.

Such shooting skills will scare ghosts and cry gods!
"Let me go and try again!" Mo Mengchen said to Xiao.

"You're actually angry." Hill found it interesting.

Mo Mengchen clenched his fists. At the beginning of his start, the help provided by the system was actually very limited. He was able to gain a firm foothold in the NBA because of his terrifyingly accurate three-pointers even though his attributes looked low.

This is talent, a talent that doesn't need to be proven by the system!
Soft as silk, soft as water.

He was proud of it, Xiao, an idiot, dared to miss his three-pointer?

The angry Mo Mengchen pressed Xiao, his defense was suffocating, and the confrontation was so strong that Zen Master reminded the referee continuously on the sidelines: "He fouled!"

"Is this still blowing?"

"What are you doing?"

One of the biggest characteristics of the stars who are highly praised by the league is the warm hospitality of the referees. This is regardless of home or away games. Most referees sell him face, and the confrontation is not too big.

Zen Master's protest was ineffective, Xiao was almost forced to make a mistake, Kobe responded in time and got the ball in his hands.

The menacing Mo Mengchen completely messed up the Lakers, and Kobe made a three-pointer without waiting for O'Neal to take the position.

The ball is short!

The basketball hit the front of the rim and flew out quickly. Wallace didn't have time to take off, and the rebound flew out of his control. O'Neal behind him just took advantage, jumped up, caught the rebound, smashed his backhand, and scored a dunk .

The Sharks, who were the most emotionally unstable in the first half, were the calmest in the second half.

Offensive alone is not enough, they have to defend their opponents.

Mo Mengchen came over with the dribble, and without making tactical gestures, he used Tim Hardaway's crotch double change direction, shook Shaw away, and pulled up another three-pointer.

This time it was a three-pointer head-on after getting rid of the ball!
Mo Mengchen was full of murderous looks, and looked straight at Xiao like a god of death: "Do you want to let go of my three-pointer again? Maybe it won't make it?"

Xiao Ru fell into the ice cave, her whole body was cold, and she was too frightened to speak.

　Although the number of monthly tickets has not yet reached 200, I should change it three times in advance.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)