You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 75 Are You Perverted?

In most of the legends of the 90s, Malone was a bad guy who lost the chain, but tonight, he was the king of the game.

If the Pistons want to blame, they can only blame that they are not playing a life-and-death battle in the playoffs, otherwise they will be able to enjoy Malone's key benefits of losing the chain.

The 12-point difference can never be narrowed.

In the 8th minute of the fourth quarter, Mo Mengchen robbed Stockton. Due to the fierce pursuit behind him, he did not stop to chase for a three-pointer, and directly counterattacked and scored a layup.

"Dor.Mo's counterattack narrowed the point difference to 10 points!"

"This is the tenth time you've said that."

With 14 points, 9 rebounds and 11 assists, a triple-double is almost a certainty for Mo Mengchen.

He wasn't excited at all, and even very upset. If they lost this game, it meant that their strength was indeed inferior to the Jazz, and there was no excuse.

For him, that's the case. If you look at it from Hill's perspective, he will feel that it's because he didn't play well.

"I'm used to seeing some young people who seem to have wings. It's rare for a rookie like you."

Stockton is experienced in handling the ball. He doesn't like to communicate with his opponents. Usually, he takes the initiative to speak to confuse his opponents. But now, he really wants to have a few words with Mo Mengchen.

The last thing Mo Mengchen wanted to see was for him to speak.

He has really bad breath, what is there to say about this old bastard who doesn't pay attention to oral hygiene?Let him die with his team!

For the first time, Mo Mengchen felt irritable, and he was not the only one who traveled to play basketball?Why did his strength improve so slowly?

Bai Jidong doesn't even have a system, how can he do so well?
Mo Mengchen was full of resentment, and Stockton saw that he did not agree, so he lobbed the ball to Ma Long.

Malone had already scored 40 points before, and this number continued to rise. The Pistons couldn't stop him. Collins changed four or five players, and Malone just rubbed his nose and fucked them one by one.

The Pistons were also tired of repeated defensive failures. Their double-teaming speed was slower. Malone was especially good at closing these holes. He found the open Hornacek, who fired a three-pointer directly into the net. .

Houston, who failed to double-team and got a three-pointer stolen, was full of frustration. Compared with Hill, his performance tonight was still good.

With 24 points, 3 rebounds and 1 assist, he has undertaken a lot for the team, but this is far from enough.

Frustration spread through the Pistons.

Mo Mengchen slapped the ball with one hand and shouted: "Keep your head up, idiots!"

"Ok?"

Thorpe came up to pick and roll for him with his old legs. Malone's defense was very wise. He was sure that Mo Mengchen would not make a mid-range shot, and retreated to the basket like a market, like a kind old servant who greeted guests in the Middle Ages: "You Vote! You vote! I fucking let you vote!"

If Mo Mengchen remembers correctly, his open mid-range shots have 60 attributes, which means that he is not incapable of mid-range shots.

"Then I'll vote?"

Mo Mengchen paused, and under the astonishment on Ma Long's face, he jumped up like a free throw and pulled the ball out of his hand.

The bullet-like index finger pointed at Ma Long's head with a sneer on his face. He didn't want his opponent to feel any joy of victory.

He did not admit defeat.

For the first time in his career, Mo Mengchen made a mid-range shot and he made it.

It was his 16th point of the night.

"11 for 8, Dor.Mo is not only well-rounded, but he's ridiculously efficient."

"It is rumored that he can't shoot mid-range shots, but looking at the shot just now, it doesn't look like he can't shoot mid-range shots at all."

In the last 5 minutes of the fourth quarter, Mo Mengchen picked up a rebound and made a long pass to Hill to counterattack and score. The point difference narrowed to ten, and his data also reached a triple-double.

At that time, his data was 18 points, 10 rebounds and 13 assists. This was the second triple-double in his career.

However, this triple-double did not bring victory.

In the last 4 minutes, the Jazz made two consecutive three-pointers and turned the game into garbage time.

Seeing Mo Mengchen's fatigue, Collins sighed lightly and replaced him.

Every time he took a step, a lot of sweat would fall from the place he passed. He was panting endlessly, his fair face was flushed with difficulty breathing, like a monkey's butt, anyone could see that he had tried his best, and he had no reservations .

"It was a good game."

Inside the VIP box, the owner of the Jazz team frowned, feeling very happy.

"My friend lost the game, which made me very disappointed, but it was indeed a good game." Little Dula can still distinguish between public and private.

Poser smiled quietly, and the camera on the big screen was aimed at Mo Mengchen.

He's about to lose, he's exhausted, he's sweating, he's wearing a towel, but there's no discouragement on his face, he doesn't have the attitude of a loser.

If you are not this kind of person, how dare I hand my daughter into your hands?

Poser thought to himself, taking a sip of wine.

In less than 10 minutes, the two sides played the last 4 minutes.

Tomorrow morning, Malone will definitely appear in the headlines. Against the sixth-ranked Pistons in the Eastern Conference, he scored 46 points and 18 rebounds unstoppably, blasting the Pistons inside and out.

At the end of the game, he flexed his muscles on the Pistons, and reporters filmed the scene.

"Karl humiliates his defeated opponent like a mighty general." - was the caption of this photo.

"Score in double figures."

"Seven or more rebounds."

"Prevent opponents from assisting in double figures."

"Personal rating reached B+."

"Team rating achieved A."

"If you lose the game, the reward will be halved."

"Return: 455."

Mo Mengchen, Hill, Houston and Chris attended the press conference.

Mo Mengchen answered the most questions, but he avoided the important ones and ignored the minor ones. His answers not only provided the reporter with material to dig deeper, but also did not let him fall into the public opinion.

Gradually, the media began to get used to his speech.

Back in the locker room, before disbanding everyone, Collins said: "If each of you can do your best to win like Mo, the result of this game tonight may be a little different, guys, giving up is equal to surrender."

After Collins left, Mo Mengchen tore off his clothes with one hand, wrapped a towel around his lower body, and walked into the shower.

Apart from losing tonight, it's not that there is nothing to gain.

He made a mid-range shot.

Although it was just one shot, he shot decisively and his posture was smooth. His mid-range shot was no longer gray.

The rest of the league has to reconsider this question.

Does Mo Mengchen dislike CIC, or does he not know CIC?Was it a fluke?

This is the result he wanted. His current strength is limited, and he needs to create this kind of ethereal feeling surrounded by clouds and mountains and mists.

Thinking of this, he turned on the system and checked all the attributes of his body.

Switching to the basketball player template, he noticed the skill bar below.

"Left Handed Assassin".

This skill provided him with a lot of convenience.

This is a major skill, most people will use it for the main attack, but he is used for surprise attacks, even so, such a skill is invaluable.

Mo Mengchen just wanted to know, what should I do to acquire more skills?
There are five skill bars, and he thinks there is only one skill now, and the other four boxes are empty, will the "Left-Handed Assassin" feel "lonely"?
"Forget it, you won't answer me anyway."

Mo Mengchen has basically accepted the fucking fact that his system has no spirituality.

Mo Mengchen washed for nearly half an hour, and finally finished washing.

He put on a bath towel and walked to the locker room. Hill sat on the bench in neat clothes.

Mo Mengchen just regarded him as a transparent person and skipped it directly.

"Can you not see me?"

"I saw."

"You didn't say hello."

Mo Mengchen asked: "Why?" "This is basic courtesy, don't you know how to greet others?" Hill asked.

"I'm from Australia, and Australia is the home of exiles," Mo Mengchen laughed at himself, "that is to say, I'm a barbarian."

"So, please don't talk to me about being polite, you bastard from Duke!"

"It's too much for you to say that
"Can I ask you a question?" Mo Mengchen fiddled with his hair.

"Say."

"Are you perverted?"

Hill's neck was about to turn red, and several ugly ribs appeared on his little round face with baby fat: "Of course not!"

"Then why do you keep watching me get dressed?" Mo Mengchen said, "If you can't give a reasonable explanation, I will apply to the coach to bring a scalpel into the locker room in the future."

"What are you doing with that?"

Mo Mengchen finally made up his mind, with a smile on his face, this smile looks so comfortable, others will never imagine how shocking words can be said by this mouth that outlines such a smile.

"If you're plotting against me, I'll have to act first."

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