You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 66

The offensive of the two sides rose alternately in the third quarter. At that time, the Pacers were 11 points behind the Pistons. They needed tough defense and efficient offense to recover the points.

"The biggest surprise tonight is Dor.Mo's outburst. His performance on both ends of the offense and defense is amazing. Indiana has nothing to do with him all night."

The Pacers encountered such a strange circle.

Miller tried his best to make a three-pointer, and when he came back, Mo Mengchen would try his best to retaliate, and he could always succeed.

They have an advantage inside, and even if they don't have an advantage outside, they can offset each other in theory, but the result is that Miller can't play the shooting rhythm he is used to, and Mark Jackson can't greet Mo Mengchen with his big butt.

Schmitz was very dominant inside, but Mo Mengchen continued to speed up the pace of the game in the second and third quarters. By the end of the third quarter, he was exhausted.

"Indiana needs to get to the bottom of what's going on. They're being played by their opponents."

"I'm afraid they have recognized this, but are powerless to change it."

After three quarters, Mo Mengchen can be said to be the best player in the game. This is undoubtedly the best game of his career.

His data is 21 points, 8 rebounds and 8 assists.

Moreover, his hit rate is a terrifying 100%, and his efficiency value has already broken through the sky.

"He made 6 of 6 shots in the restricted area and 3 of 3 shots from outside the three-point line. He didn't miss a shot."

Pistons statistician Douglas Sheed marvels.

"Don't you think it's a little strange?" Assistant coach Farren Foster said.

"It's kind of weird," Sheed said. "Mo doesn't seem to like taking mid-range shots."

Joe Lynch said: "If he can sustain this efficiency, even if he doesn't shoot the mid-range, it is acceptable."

"No, what's even more exaggerated is that since the beginning of the season, he hasn't made a single mid-range jumper." Sid said, "This defect is big enough for the opponent to formulate tactics to target it."

Lynch looked at No. 9 on the field - there was only one question, would that shrewd guy leave such an obvious loophole for himself?
In fact, the middle distance can be regarded as Mo Mengchen's weakness.

His mid-range attributes can illustrate this point: mid-range shots: 48, contested mid-range shots: 40, open mid-range shots: 60, dribble pull-up mid-range shots: 40.

He also knows that his weaknesses need to be covered up, but his current ability is limited, so he can only cover up his shortcomings as much as possible. To cover up the defects of the middle distance, he has to shoot the middle distance appropriately, but he doesn't have so many shots. It is better to execute more confident offenses when shooting from a distance, so that people think that he really can't shoot from a distance, and then slowly improve after other shortcomings improve.

Energy is limited, that's all.

As soon as the fourth quarter came up, the Pacers' offense seemed very anxious. They couldn't calm down, and everyone wanted to grab points.

The offense is fierce, and the defense is also fierce.

Schmitz was out of breath and asked for his position. Mo Mengchen took the initiative to ask his teammates to reduce the intensity of the defense and let him get the ball.

Even if he gets the ball now, with his physical strength, how sure is he to score the ball?

"Duang!"

The Dutchman missed the attack, and Mo Mengchen flew to grab a long rebound.

"This guy's rebound prediction is so good, he always grabs the rebound a second before everyone else!"

The Pacers team commentator praised Mo Mengchen many times tonight. From his shooting, ball intelligence, vision, and rebound prediction, he praised everything he could. It almost made people think that this is the home court of the Pistons.

After taking down the rebound, Mo Mengchen pushed the ball forward with one hand and sent it directly to Hill's hand.

In the field of transition offense, Hill is an unstoppable monster. No one on this field can stop him at this time.

Derek McKay didn't even talk about defense, he couldn't keep up with one step, and Hill ran through the court, jumping up and exploding the basket like a flying fairy.

"Don't take one more rebound and one assist to reach a triple-double." Sheed said.

"Sooner or later." Lynch smiled lightly.

Hill's counterattack gave the Pistons a 13-point lead.

After scoring, the Pistons quickly returned to defense, not giving the Pistons a chance to counterattack. They defended with all their strength, fought desperately, accelerated the pace, and increased their intensity, as if they were exhausted.

Miller moved like crazy, and finally, a high-quality pick-and-roll hung Mo Mengchen firmly in place.

The most dangerous assassin in the league ripped out a space, rushed outside to catch the ball, pulled up, and blasted the [-]-pointer.

"Shh!"

"Reggie's three-pointer made the scene cheers after a long absence."

"Watch out for Detroit's counterattack!"

It was too late, the Pacers' return to defense was simply not fast enough, the Pistons were like mad dogs, if you bite me, I must bite back.

Miller was celebrating, and his opponent took advantage of the distraction of all of them and sent a long pass from the backcourt to Houston's palm.

Outside the three-point line in the frontcourt, Houston made a chasing three-pointer that silenced the audience.

"Whoever passed it on, it's so damn good!"

Houston never expected such a long-distance pass to have such a good touch.

"Of course it was passed by the doctor." Hill laughed.

Houston likes to play with Mo Mengchen more and more. This guy can always give comfortable passes, but his mouth is a bit stinky.
"Mo, actually we."

"What are you talking about?" Mo Mengchen pointed at Jackson, "That sow is here again."

Houston's face was almost as pale as a pig's liver, and he said bitterly: "Don't give people random nicknames, please!"

After all, he posted it to defend Jackson.

When Jackson showed off his big buttocks for a back spanking, Houston realized that Mo Mengchen's nickname was so appropriate, what a fucking sow-like buttocks!
Jackson's back hitting was far less powerful than in the opening game.

It's ridiculous to say that they originally wanted to consume Mo Mengchen to death, but in the end, the opponent broke through it with a change of defense, and even used their own methods to counter him, speed up the pace of the game, and run them all paralyzed.

Except for Miller, everyone else can no longer move normally.

This rhythm is too fast for their inside line.

Jackson hit back to the back and couldn't hold Houston at all.Houston leaned on his body, spamming nonsense: "Go on, aren't you good at topping it? Come again, let's see if your husband has hemorrhoids, or you should push me down first!"

Jackson was physically and mentally exhausted and only wanted to pass the ball out.

"careful!"

It was late, Mo Mengchen started early, and as soon as he took the ball, he blocked the path of the ball.

"Dor.Mo's fifth steal of the night!"

"Prediction! Prediction! As long as prejudgment is needed, this guy can always achieve the ultimate. He has a pair of eagle-like sharp eyes!"

"Mo!"

Hill pointed at the basket, and Mo Mengchen quickly dribbled forward, but he didn't want Duke's top student to get what he wanted.

That CP has worked so hard, so he should have a taste of the sweetness.

To keep up with the counterattack, besides Hill, there was also Mo Mengchen who was able to complete the steal—Alan Houston—the moment Mo Mengchen stole the ball, he caught up directly.

In the process of running, he saw Mo Mengchen pointing his fingers to the side, which was a very clear reminder.

Houston didn't think about it, and just squatted outside the three-point line. The aggressive Hill became the best cover-up. His presence made the Pacers' attention all on him.

When Hill took off, the others followed suit, but Mo Mengchen let go of this opportunity, without looking at it, and hit the ground with a backflip and passed the ball.

"You didn't give it to me!" Hill complained a little.

The CIC king takes the ball from outside the three-point line. The world should not only remember his textbook mid-range jumper, but also remember that he is an efficient player who can throw 42 three-pointers with a 2.5% shooting rate per game. shooter.

"Shh!"

"16 points difference! The Pacers requested a timeout!"

"It can be seen that they are all exhausted, and this high-intensity offensive and defensive transition is simply unsustainable."

"No, this game shouldn't have entered such a rhythm at all, Rick and Dale are almost out of breath!"

The commentators kept complaining. Although they didn't point it out directly, the meaning was obvious. The Pacers should not be dragged into this rhythm.

So what do you eat Larry Brown?How can the team fall into this rhythm of the game?

Brown is also suffering. He just called the last timeout tonight, but the rhythm still can't be kept down. The Pistons played transitions like crazy, and all kinds of unreasonable transitions were made.

This is a style of play that is ahead of the times, and it also requires a certain amount of luck. It is impossible for them to be so accurate in every game.

With 5 minutes left in the fourth quarter and trailing by 16 points, in theory, the Pacers' chances are slim.

"Mo, you continue to play." Chris said.

Mo Mengchen said: "Coach, I want to rest."

"No, you have to grab another rebound before I can let you rest." Collins smiled lightly.

Mo Mengchen exhaled, and took down the towel helplessly.

Collins's gentle reaction was unexpected. Didn't he get angry at all when Mo Mengchen contradicted him so much earlier?

"Doug, do you still think of Mo the same as before?" Lynch asked.

Collins shook his head and said, "No, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to do so."

"Because he is better than I imagined." Collins said, "Selecting him at that pick is undoubtedly the most correct decision in his career."

One minute later, Mo Mengchen picked up a backcourt rebound, fouled his opponent, and took the initiative to apply for exit.

21 points, 10 rebounds, 11 assists and 5 steals. These are Mo Mengchen's last statistics tonight.

Before Mo Mengchen left the field, Miller ran over and yelled, "Remember, I'm fucking with you forever!"

Is the relationship between humans and monkeys over?

Mo Mengchen smiled sarcastically, and took the towel from Lynch Hunter, who will replace Mo Mengchen to complete the rest of the game.

"Mo, you played so well tonight!" Rhett laughed.

"Actually, it's just average." Mo Mengchen wanted to be humble.

"You're going too far, triple-double! Do you know how difficult a triple-double is?"

For the era that witnessed the proliferation of triple-doubles, no, it should be the era of triple-double depreciation, the person who single-handedly reduced the value of triple-doubles to the lowest point in history, Mo Mengchen himself felt that triple-doubles were nothing.

But since they all said so, there's no point in being humble anymore.

"Well, I played super well tonight."

　Thank you for not thanking Xiao Cao for your reward!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)