You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

Halftime, 59 to 55.

Steve Smith’s outburst was unexpected. He was silent for a quarter. In the gap when Alan Houston was replaced, he faced Michael Curry with amazing energy. If it was not Mo Mengchen, it was his own offense. Assisting others is very likely to be led by him.

Mo Mengchen scored 12 points, 6 rebounds and 4 assists.

There are 20 points away from his record.

In his words, it was 7 three-pointers.

"Doctor Mo, can you win?"

"Yes."-Mo Mengchen pretended to answer Lorenta calmly.

"Then, can you really break the record?"

"Why not?"-Still calm, he concealed his panic.

Aurora gleamed in Loretta's eyes, and there was no expression on his face. Whenever Mo Mengchen thought, "She should be laughing now, if she can laugh".

"Because you only scored 12 points in the first half, according to this conversion, you can get 24 points the most after the game, right?"

Mo Mengchen broke through, he smiled.

Poser also felt helplessly touching her little head, not knowing what to say.

Here, we have to borrow a word from Rukawa Feng.

Mo Mengchen said: "Lorenta, basketball is not a calculation, everything is possible."

"I believe you, Dr. Mo."

Inexplicably carrying the trust of the little girl is really a headache.

Mo Mengchen gently scratched his head and resolutely played.

"Mom, do me a favor."

Hill always thought that even if human beings became extinct, Mars hit the earth, and the end of the world would come, Mo Mengchen wouldn't ask him for help, but he was wrong-Dad asked him for help today!

Hill's arrogance was a bit cold, and a bunch of complaints piled up in his mouth, but what he declared was: "What can I do for you?"

"I want to refresh the scoring record, I need more shots than usual, you have to help me control the ball."

"no problem."

After the explanation, Mo Mengchen ran to the front court.

The current internal configuration of the Pistons is Thorpe and Lauderdale.

An experienced veteran and a rookie who is confused about his career.

"Prest, cover me."

The communication was completed in an instant, and Brelock performed the hunting mission of the lion. Lions always start in droves, and they do their job and do their jobs on the grassland.

Whenever they want to hunt, they will always send a scout similar to the scout. They are responsible for the formation of the prey, and the hunting team is looking for the target and dispatching at the same time.

The problem with Brelock is that he did what a scout should do, but there is no hunting group behind him.

Mo Mengchen wanted to score, and the Chicago giant's huge figure played a role at this moment, and Braylock was blocked in the high position.

"Do not!"

"Dor.Mo fell into the open! Where is our defense?!"

Mo Mengchen pulled out the sheath in three points, as if a dazzling bright light shone across the audience.

"Uh!"

"15 marks!"

Loretta shouted.

Mo Mengchen ran past her, before putting the ball into the basket's fingers, slowly pointing his eyes.

Those who are familiar with him know what this action means.

Please witness.

Lorenta, please witness.

Hill laughed: "It seems that your relationship with them is really unusual, dad."

"She is my patient." Mo Mengchen said.

With that said... Hill said: "What's wrong?"

"It's hard to say, they're here, defense!" Mo Mengchen shouted.

Mo Mengchen made a three-point cover, and the eagles who responded were also unambiguous. Although Brelock was no longer facing Mo Mengchen, he wanted to win this game.

The African Mountain Paint Zone took the ball, shouted, and it was another zombie hook.

"nice shot!"

The hawks roared.

62 to 57

Lauderdale has no time to apologize. His teammates do not need his apology, they just need his figure to create the best chance for them.

Mo Mengchen was running, and Brelock was chasing.

"You can't prevent me!"

Mo Mengchen stopped suddenly, but Brelock, who had never thought of this step, couldn't control his pace. He was rid of it, and even the cover was useless.

Mo Mengchen ran back to the bottom line and Hill lifted the ball from the opposite side of the position.

Mo Mengchen took the ball and made another three-pointer.

"NoNoNo!!!"

Mutombo yelled: "We have a big problem with our defense!"

Enter in three points!

But in a minute of effort, Mo Mengchen's score has risen to 18 points.

He looked at Loretta, his pistol-like gesture pointed directly at his heart.

Loretta didn't know what this meant, she just couldn't help following the imitation: "Doctor Mo, you are so cool!"

Poser stared at Mo Mengchen. He was a reassuring doctor in the hospital and a reassuring player on the court-he might be a reassuring friend.

What he promised will certainly be done.

Lanny Wilkes has been coaching in the NBA for so many years. He knows that every player has his own momentum. Once this momentum rises, the only way to stop him is to suspend.

The Pistons have many points of concern, Mo Mengchen has not been within his attention.

His average data this season is 14 points, 7 rebounds and 7 assists, which is better than his rookie season. Most coaches think that his strength is not leaps and bounds, but the running system has made his data grow.

Tonight, his opinion has changed.

Mo Mengchen is by no means a pure system player, he is controlling the system, not the system driving him.

Even Hill can run this system through his personal ability, and he, seemingly ordinary, relies on communication and communication, command and scheduling, criticism and screaming, coordination and cooperation... he is the piston leader.

He used some of the most basic details to support this somewhat deformed system.

He combined the various characters of the Pistons into a powerful team.

The most terrible thing is that when he finds the feeling, he is the most dangerous shooter in the league.

"Uh!"

With three consecutive three-pointers, Wilkes couldn't sit still anymore and he called a timeout.

"Our defense needs to be tougher, our will must be more firm, our confrontation still has room for improvement, and guard the Australian from me!"

Wilkes roared.

"There are 11 points, Dr. Mo."

When Mo Mengchen walked onto the field, he heard the sound of Loretta.

He turned back, smiling, showing his white teeth, and said softly: "Tonight is my record night, please witness, Loretta."

Loretta stood up, and like Mo Mengchen, made a "please bear witness" gesture.

This has become a symbol of Mo Mengchen, as he plays better and better, this action will spread to the world.

He is convinced that every player needs his own logo.

"Daddy, it looks like you are about to break the record tonight."

Lauderdale laughed.

"Yes, I promised her, and I will definitely break the record tonight." Mo Mengchen said, "I still need your help, it is not enough to rely on three-pointers."

"what do you mean…"

Just as Wilkens had instructed, the Hawks raged in the dust.

Even in this age of muscular confrontation, coaches are well aware of what it means to open a sharpshooter.

Why does the era of small **** often spend the game? Because of the three-pointer, once a team starts and hits a three-pointer in a row, the difference in points may become double digits in the blink of an eye.

If the backward party cannot adjust back, it is possible to be killed by a few tenths.

Wilkens saw this, so confrontation, wrestling, entanglement, and even lay traps.

This is the defensive treatment of superstars.

Mo Mengchen rarely enjoys this kind of treatment, he is not used to it, and scoring starts to stop.

Hill had no way to do the ball for him, so he had to fall into the basket and let Thorpe finish the final attack.

Mo Mengchen did not score for three minutes back and forth.

However, a heart that wants to score cannot be underestimated.

He also knew that he couldn't rely on running position to create scoring opportunities.

Therefore, when locked, it is when he holds the ball.

"Mo!"

Hill shouted.

Mo Mengchen took the ball and couldn't breathe.

The opponent's aim also consumes a lot of his physical strength, and it takes a lot of energy to connect the ball.

Brelock's defense is not a joke.

He no longer fears, concentrates on his eyes, and looks like a torch, seeing this game as the finals.

"I like your look."

The moment the voice fell, Mo Mengchen started to the right. Brelock's defense is tough, and Mo Mengchen's start is not fast enough to tear his defense.

In the blink of an eye, Mo Mengchen shot the ball behind his back, like an elevator that suddenly stopped landing. Pulling up, a not so good emergency stop mid-range shot flew into the sky with the fingertips.

He didn't look at the ball, his forefinger turned into a pistol, and it was the same movement.

"Uh!"

23 points!

Unstoppable!

Everyone has this feeling.

Mo Mengchen's state did not appear instantaneously. From the beginning to the present, he has been looking for feelings. He has found too many feelings. These wonderful feelings broke out at this instant.

Steve Smith was as unstoppable as he hit a Houston jumper.

so what?

Mo Mengchen took the ball through the half, Lauderdale high-level pick-and-roll, he around 150 kilograms of the body, lure Brelock to hit, then pull the ball back to hang, only dare to make a three-pointer with that second of empty space.

"Uh!!!"

"No! This guy is crazy!"

The narrator of HA TV station screamed.

No one went to watch the score anymore, they all just wanted Mo Mengchen to stop.

They don't want to be defeated by Mo Mengchen alone.

The eagle's counterattack hit the iron, and then the rebound flew to Mo Mengchen's hand.

He has scored 26 points, and his shooting percentage is 100%.

This is an amazing aura, everyone in the audience knew he was going, but he couldn't stop it.

Brelock's defense has been shattered. He can't stop Mo Mengchen no matter what he does.

Shooting?

A tentative action that couldn't have been simpler, Brelock was flew away.

Mo Mengchen deceived Brelock by worshipping Buddha in one hand, and immediately attacked the basket to challenge the top defender in the world-the African mountain Mutombo.

"Beep!"

The referee whistle, Mo Mengchen shot before the body touched the ground.

He was as light as a bird and landed steadily.

Uh!

Still go in.

African Mountain lost the foul, he still cast in.

"I don't know how to describe this feeling. We had a chance. Suddenly, Dor.Mo stood up and buried us."

Penalties are also increased.

3 points left.

Loretta shouted on the sidelines: "Doctor Mo, just score another three-pointer!"

"Okay, just three pointers!"

Mo Mengchen agreed to her.

The girl's mother was dumbfounded.

Mo Mengchen waited for the Hawks to attack, regardless of whether his opponent could make it or not, as long as he got the ball, he threw it out after halftime.

This is unreasonable and selfish.

His hand feels hot, as if there is a voice urging a decisive shot, don't hesitate, this is not always a feeling.

Even a selfless person like him knows that once such a feeling comes to the door, don’t refuse, grab it, do your best, and do it boldly.

With 4 minutes remaining in the third quarter, the Hawks carried out an attack with no rules.

Mo Mengchen's outbreak made all of them find no sense, even the offense also stumbled.

"boom!"

Momen Chen again found the rebound.

Wilkens decided that if Mo Mengchen scored again, he would call a timeout.

Although he didn't know if it was necessary.

Because the game is basically in garbage time ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Mo Mengchen took the ball and passed the half, then stopped two meters away from the three-point line.

Squat, force under the foot, pick up the ball, fingers to send the ball out.

The crowd's exclamation could not stop him from doing so.

Uh!

No one was surprised.

It seems like a matter of course.

"Dor.Mo broke the personal score record!"

"The Eagles request a timeout!"

Mo Mengchen looked at Loretta.

She made a gesture of witness.

Mo Mengchen smiled and gave her a testimony.