You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

"Do you have to shoot a 3-pointer?"

"They put me three meters."

Hill answered Mo Mengchen's question.

"If you can't shoot, you shouldn't throw it even if they put you six meters, don't you understand?" Mo Mengchen restrained his anger, he really wanted to spray Hill, but he would definitely do it Let this guy show more negative emotions.

He wanted to do it, but he couldn't do it.

Hill was speechless and silent.

After three quarters, the Pistons trailed by 14 points, and the Pacers played a defensive strategy against Hill.

In this critical stage requiring points, Hill continued to hold the ball and was attacked by Mullin for more than three meters. The infamous Devil Mountain pitched three large open three-pointers and all hit iron.

78 to 64

The Pacers' lead does not give them peace of mind, but as long as there is no huge confusion, this advantage is enough to continue until the end of the game.

In the fourth quarter, Hill's opponent turned into young Jaylen Rose.

Rose knows how to anger his opponent.

Before Hill broke out, Ross said: "It's a pity that if you played like that tonight, we won that championship."

"You will never win the championship of the university," Hill choked.

"Yeah, but who cares?" Ross sneered. "I only care about the NBA championship. Is the college championship a fart?"

Rose's **** spewed out, then the free throw line received the ball, and when Hill put him half a meter, he jump shot.

80 to 64

"At this point, the point difference reached 16 points." The on-site commentator said, "This is a dangerous point difference. If you grasp it well, it will be enough to win the game."

Rose jumped happily, and every body language on his body showed how excited he was.

Mo Mengchen wanted to play fast, and was already 16 points behind. With one quarter left in the game time, they needed to increase the rhythm, increase the number of rounds, and then ensure the offensive efficiency as much as possible.

When Mo Mengchen dribble through the half, he saw Hill asking for the ball in the post.

This is not the offense that Mo Mengchen wants, but Hill is no longer taking the ball outside the three-point line.

He passed the ball out.

Will I regret it? Mo Mengchen muttered to himself after passing the ball.

Hill turned to dribble the ball laterally, preparing to take the ball to a comfortable shooting point. Then, his body bent and jumped into the air. This is a standard back jumper, but his shooting position is too forward.

This shooting posture makes his back leaning unnecessary.

Rose caught up, and before Hill shot, he caught up in time and unexpectedly blocked Hill.

The square garden is boiling.

"This will be one of the most important moments that happened to this young man, he blocked Grant Hill!"

Miller picked up the ball and fought back quickly. Mo Mengchen couldn't care about that much. He chased back at full speed. Perhaps the scene where Hill was blocked by people was too shocked. People neglected to be four meters behind Miller, but they tried to catch up with the back. The person who fought back was Mo Mengchen.

"Tough bastard!"

Miller received the ball, he was not good at holding the ball to attack, holding the ball to counterattack, if someone guarded him, he had to pass the ball.

"How fast is he?" Bird said in surprise.

This probably explains why Travis Best cannot beat him.

He is tall, strong, strong in prediction, and has the same speed as a small man.

How did such a guy fall into the eighteenth pick?

There are seventeen people in front of him? Byrd became more and more angry. Are the scouts of each team blind?

Hill was covered, but the Pistons only had Mo Mengchen back in time. The second Pacer player who rushed to the frontcourt was Mark Jackson.

He received Miller's pass and saw that Mo Mengchen was dragged by Miller. His heart was overjoyed, and the top of the arc shot.

"Uh!"

83 to 64

"The Pacers are 19 points ahead!"

"The Pistons requested a timeout!"

"Chengye Grant Hill, defeated Grant Hill."

"In two games in Detroit, Hill played like a wandering god. The Pacers had no way to get him. And tonight, his short board was completely exposed. He couldn't shoot a **** empty 3-pointer. It's the shameful waste that gave the Pacers a leading edge to establish the victory."

"Perhaps we should ask this question: Why would a player as comprehensive as Hill Technology fail to make an open three-pointer?"

"Can you imagine the Pacers giving Dor.Mo so much space?"

Although the narrator on the scene stood on the side of the walker, the content of the narration was very objective, leaving no handle, and talking about some problems that were visible to the naked eye.

Fraser made a difficult decision.

Replace Hill.

Hill is in such a bad state that leaving him on the court has only side effects, but can he really do this?

Hill is the team's trump card and core, he is the most capable person.

Take him down, the strongest person is no longer in the battle.

Fraser looked at Hill, and suddenly looked at Mo Mengchen again.

Mo Mengchen shook his head.

Do not change? Fraises did not expect that Mo Mengchen would give such an opinion.

Frauss has always liked Mo Mengchen's rationality. He puts the game as the priority. He is not right with anyone. As long as he plays badly, anyone will be abused by him.

This person certainly includes Hill.

His performance tonight is like a disaster. Compared with the first two games that led the audience to dominate the class, his performance tonight is a full-scale earthquake-like disaster.

There was no substitutions by Froths, and Mo Mengchen didn't talk to Hill.

The significance of this suspension changed from a major adjustment to let the big guy take a breath.

It was like giving up the game, Frauss did nothing and the personnel remained intact.

"Hill hasn't been replaced yet?"

The commentator at the scene was also shocked.

Mo Mengchen dribble over.

"It's cruel, doesn't this replace him?" Jackson glanced at Hill and sneered.

Mo Mengchen looked up at Jackson, calling tactics and repulsed: "The person with the lowest value on the field may not be qualified to say this."

"Who are you talking about?" Jackson said angrily.

Mo Mengchen passed the ball out.

"What can you do except for dribbling over halftime?" Mo Mengchen mocked.

Jackson was so angry that he couldn't refute Mo Mengchen. He really had nothing else to do except to dribble the half and throw some open threes.

Byrd completely abolished his tactical status and turned him into an ingenious porter.

He doesn't complain about Bird, because he also knows he can't beat Mo Mengchen.

It's just that Mo Mengchen's **** is too hateful.

Even if it was 19 points behind, the Pistons were still running the ball well. The Pacers tried their best to defend and fight together.

Demolition of the east wall to make up the west wall can be regarded as keeping up.

The darkest humorous scene in the audience also happened during this round.

A vacancy appeared.

The person who gets the seat is Hill, and for the Pacers, defense equals success.

Hill takes the ball and the man is outside the three-point line.

He seemed dazed, holding the ball and not knowing what to do.

The audience "reminded" him: "Vote!"

"Don't you dare to vote for such a big open space? You fool!"

"Shoot, Grant!"

"He dare not vote!"

"cast!"

"cast!"

A thousand words turned into a word: "Vote!"

Hill shot.

The desperate three-pointer didn't touch the basket and didn't touch the Nets.

With the hope of the Pistons, it flew out of bounds together.

"Air balloon!"

Hill has collapsed, and Mo Mengchen has no words, as if all this happened.

They fell behind by 19 points. When they needed to score, Hill kept getting open opportunities. He didn't score a goal, which greatly satisfied the Pacers' coaching staff.

Presumably, the coaching team dominated by Bird will be satisfied with this tactic from top to bottom.

Mo Mengchen has decided to let Hill cast to the end.

When he threw him down, he threw him into despair, he ignored the courage of the audience, boldly gave up the space, passed the ball, and cast him determined to hone his shooting in the future.

He must try the pain of the three-pointer before he can use it to practice the **** three-pointer.

The Pacers missed a shot and the Pistons had a chance to fight back.

Mo Mengchen got the rebound, but controlled the pace of the game, and then passed the ball to Hill who had not stepped into the three-point line.

"What is he doing?"

"Hill can't shoot at all, why should he pass the ball to him?"

"Dor.Mo silly?"

"cast!"

"cast!"

"cast!"

The cry at the scene suffocated Hill ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ he shot again.

This time, his three-pointer hit the rim and then popped out, giving his opponent a better chance to fight back.

The point difference came to 23 points.

Frauss again requested a timeout.

Hill sat off the field, as if he could still hear the audience shouting at him again: "Vote!"

Maybe when he fell asleep tonight, he would still be in a dream, dreaming that he was standing outside the three-point line to catch the ball, and his opponent put him three meters.

Then the audience shouted:

"cast!"

"cast!"

"cast..."