You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

　　 "Boy, are you afraid of death?"

　　Mo Mengchen opened his eyes and saw Thorpe reaching out to him.

　　 "I'm more afraid of losing." Mo Mengchen grabbed his giant hand and used his power to stand up.

　　 Before landing, he spread out the limbs of the body, spreading the pressure to the whole body, so he was not injured.

　　 "This sly Aussie will make some tricks!" Starks, who are always going straight, look down on this kind of brain game.

　　Just play basketball? Use your brain? I never mind.

　　 "Grant, pay attention to the position of the orangutan, the package should be the package!" Mo Mengchen shouted, "Don't care about the replacement, you should resolutely change when you change!"

　　Mo Mengchen controlled the line of defense, but Derek Harper was obviously directed at him.

　　 "Let's care about yourself first!"

　　Harper made a fake shot. This kind of fake action that the kid can't cheat can't attract Mo Mengchen's center of gravity. Seeing that people can't shake, he had to let Ewing come up to pick and roll.

While Ewing stepped forward, Ratliff and Thorpe exchanged positions, and Ratliff sat in the basket.

　　Wait for the arrival of Ratliff's cover, Harper suppressed Mo Mengchen's body to throw a shot outside the tough paint area. Hit.

　　 "Your defense is not good, your defense is actually so embarrassed to direct others? Will your teammates recognize your command?"

　　Harper enjoyed the cheers on the spot.

　　 "Yes, that's it, kill the Aussie! Let him roll back to the hospital as his doctor, this is the stage for tough guys!" Spike Lee exclaimed excitedly.

　　 "Mo, give it to me!"

　　Hill stood up.

　　When the tactics cannot be opened, it is the safest way to give the ball to the ace.

　　Hill dribbling, Mason defending him surrounds him like a lion guarding his territory.

　　Hill dribble forward, squeezing the opponent's body.

　　 "Come on!" The other party growled.

　　 teammates pick-and-roll also arrived at this time. Hill hesitated, and the other party immediately got rid of the pick and roll, as if the dog skin plaster could not be thrown on.

　　Hill moved back and forth, time was running out, he directly lowered the center of gravity, made a fast-paced change to the dribble at an extremely low level, and then made a horizontal longitudinal step, closed the ball and jumped, directly hit the shot.

　　 "Grant Hill's feel is starting to pick up."

　　Harper is also a very brutal impact style, spraying garbage while spraying: "Do you want to rely on your teammates all the time? Will you let the intern doctor complete the operation for you when you are performing the operation?"

　　 Left, no, he will not go to the left, the probability that he will go to the left is only 25%, this is not an illusion, this guy cannot understand to hide his strengths...

　　Mo Mengchen's thoughts flew out of the body as Harper started to explode.

"Snapped!"

　　 terrified Harper, not the steal, but the steal was full of omens. The opponent's transposition, wipe step, and the entire steps of stealing were as if he had seen how he would break through in advance.

　　 "Dor.Mo cut off Derek Harper's ball!"

　　 "NO! Derek, you can't be broken by him! You can't be broken by him just like that!"

　　Spike Lee is going crazy.

　　 Surprisingly, Harper actually caught up with Mo Mengchen after losing his center of gravity. This is hard to imagine. The veteran caught up with the rookie's counterattack?

　　 It's so weird!

　　 Mo Mengchen's injury history makes people believe that he really only has this speed.

　　Harper caught up and bet on the honor he had made on the defensive end, he must block this young man.

　　 Come on, come on, idiot!

　　Mo Mengchen flicked his lip, and at the moment of contact between the two, he rolled the ball from behind his waist, changed his left hand to his right, stepped on it with all his strength, and hit Harper.

　　 Harper's brain was blank.

　　How did he know that I was catching up? How does he know?

　　Mo Mengchen took advantage of Harper's strength and jumped to another place. This was a position where Harper could not interfere. With a finger, Cricket entered.

　　 "beep!"

　　Harper paid the price for this defense.

　　 He breathed heavily and couldn't believe it would happen to himself.

"If you can't catch up, I will be very troubled." Mo Mengchen turned to look at Harper, "If you can't catch up, it means that you have not only low IQ, but also speed and handicapped people with missing arms and legs. It's no different."

　　 "Good luck."

　　 "You should be glad you caught up with me."

　　Mo Mengchen gently knocked off Harper's body, preparing for a free throw.

　　 "You...what do you say?" Harper was furious and didn't believe this **** first-year rookie dared to say such things to him.

　　 "It seems that you are not only having a bad brain, but also degrading your hearing. The problem is very serious. If you are interested, come to Detroit St. Lucifer Hospital to find me. I may look at you especially for your low IQ."

"calm down!"

　　 Harper almost rushed up and threw Mo Mengchen down, and Starks blocked him.

　　 "Derrick, if you rush up, his purpose will be achieved!" Starks exhorted.

　　Ewing said: "Angry will do bad things." "Yes, that Aussie will not feel better tonight." Mason was also comforting.

　　 persuaded by so many people, Harper is more angry, he feels like a poor worm, needs the help of others to survive.

　　 "That's the famous Dor.Mo recently?"

On the sidelines, Riley asked his assistant.

　　 Chief Assistant Ray Rob nodded and said, "The guard, a man of about 195 centimeters, is of Chinese Australian descent, yes, it is him."

　　 "It's really a surprising guy." Riley smiled.

　　 "Do you want to replace him to defend him?" Rob asked.

　　 Riley replied: "Who do you think should be guarded?" "Anthony Mason." Rob said.

　　 "Good idea, then we can see Grant Hill scored 50 points on Derek." Riley said sarcastically.

　　 "Leave the alignment as is."

There is no change in Riley. The Knicks under him are a team that lacks rotation. For a long time, they have played a seven-person rotation. This can also explain why no one can stand up to kill at a critical moment. Dead match.

The lack of killers is a reason, but the key reason is because they have too few rotations, they play with seven people, and they have to work hard to defend defensively. In the long run, the feet are soft at the critical moment, how to perform the most pressure, and the defensive pressure The biggest key ball?

　　Every position is fixed, they are all Riley's most trusted players.

　　 Derek Harper was only a bit embarrassed when he played against Mo Mengchen, but this did not allow Riley to adjust his position.

　　 After Mo Mengchen came on the court, the best thing he did was to activate Hill and Houston at the same time, especially Houston, against the short-end Starks, his various cuts and catches were not too easy and happy.

　　The Knicks made a small mistake when Mo Mengchen first appeared on the court. They wanted Harper to defeat it, but they were affected.

　　 In the first quarter to the last round, there are only 12 seconds left, Mo Mengchen does not intend to leave time for the Knicks.

　　He dribble the ball slowly, Harper sprays garbage words in the mouth to disturb, and his body keeps getting stronger.

　　 "You cast, time is running out, doctor, it's time to move the knife. If you don't move the knife, I'm going to do it!" Harper sprayed the garbage loudly.

　　Mo Mengchen was unmoved, but just stood in control of the basketball.

　　 On the other side, Houston is carrying out complex running positions. He hates such running positions. What is more annoying is that this running position is not in tactics. This is a tactical route outlined by Mo Mengchen temporarily.

　　Every run was in accordance with Mo Mengchen's instructions, he ran half to death, and he didn't necessarily get the ball in the end. He really hated this rookie who didn't take himself as a human being.

　　 "Run faster!"

　　Mo Mengchen shouted.

　　Houston gritted his teeth. This time he really wanted to scold his mother for not passing him-he saw the end of the road, and he was surprised to find that the position was the most accurate position he shot.

　　 Such a chaotic battle situation, such a meticulous defense, and such intricate tactics, is it really possible to lock the end point on his hot zone?

Is it a coincidence?

　　The moment Houston ran to the end point, Mo Mengchen passed it.

　　 people arrived, the ball also arrived.

　　 "Hahaha~~~"

　　 Standing on his most accurate shooting point, Houston made a three-pointer.

　　 "Alan Houston hit a 3-pointer buzzer! There was no time left for the Knicks, and the Pistons overtook the score in the last second of the first quarter!"

　　 "24 to 23!"

　　Houston laughed a lot~www.readwn.com~He felt that this was the first step for Mo Mengchen to bow his head to him, and that annoying rookie finally knew his value.

　　 If this is not the case, he will certainly use his influence to contain the defense, and then find someone to complete the offense.

　　Why did you find me? Because I have to!

　　 Besides me, can anyone else make such a critical three-pointer?

　　Houston's tail cocked high, and he no longer knew who his last name was.

　　 He laughed regardless of the image, Mo Mengchen came to him with a cold face.

　　 "Mo, just give me the ball, I can solve all your problems!" Houston said proudly.

　　Mo Mengchen glanced at him and said hurtfully: "You laugh like a rutting male duck."

　　 "Rookie, you... why are you talking to me like this?" Houston found Mo Mengchen unchanged.

　　 "Do you want to stand there smirk, or sit down for a while?" Mo Mengchen asked back.

　　 "Damn, this bastard..." Houston was disappointed. He thought he had won the approval of Mo Mengchen, but the other party still regarded him as CP.

　　 Also, what is CP?

　　 Looking for an opportunity, he really wants to ask Mo Mengchen what he meant by CP all day long.

　　Mo Mengchen and Houston were about to leave the field. Spike Lee ran from the audience aisle and shouted: "You idiot Australian, listen to me, John Starks will dunk on your head in the second half!"

　　 "Your **** is as bad as your movie." Mo Mengchen returned and took Houston to sit down.