Chapter 31: Hit the old bird

　　 Lekner's explosive power can not be compared with Ratliff, the gap between the two is obvious from the jump ball.
　　 Ratliff jumped easily to win Lechner, and Mo Mengchen took the ball forward.
　　 "Mo, I'm here!"
　　The guy defending Houston is Michael Curry. He consciously can eat Curry raw, so he decisively asks for the ball.
Mo Mengchen ignored him and waited until Ratliff went up high for a pick-and-roll, borrowed the wall built by his body, and steadily passed Hunter. With a pass back, Ratliff cast the ball-undoubtedly hitting the iron Too.
　　 "You didn't even pass me the ball!" Houston's eyes widened.
　　 "That's not a good opportunity." Mo Mengchen finished speaking, and started guarding against Lynch Hunt from the audience.
This was not expected by anyone else, because Mo Mengchen was not fast. To defend a defender like Hunter, the first thing to do is to stabilize the center of gravity, ensure that the defensive position is not lost, and then consider other things, and now he comes up tight Tie the opponent, completely ignoring the consequences that Hunter might have thrown him far away with an acceleration.
　　 "Rookie, so hard?"
　　Hunt thought Mo Mengchen was thin, his strength must be far inferior to him, he came up and bumped with confidence, the result was shocking.
　　Mo Mengchen didn't show any strong characteristics of his strength, but after this collision, Hunt knew that the other party's strength was above himself.
　　When he reacted and wanted to win with speed, Mo Mengchen had already stuck his position and he was forced to put away the ball at halftime.
　　 "beep!"
　　 "Eight second violation!"
　　 Dumas did not give Hunter an extra second, and when the time came, he whistle immediately.
　　 "Lin Qi, you are too inferior, and was actually turned off by the rookie for eight seconds." Curry ran back and joked.
Hunter's lips twitched. He didn't know how to describe this feeling. He always thought that Mo Mengchen was just a relatively comprehensive big guard. Because of a terrible history of injuries, he should be resistant to strength training, but Now a dozen, the situation is far beyond his imagination.
　　Hill smiles, the kind of smile that makes people relax: "The Pistons' 18th show is always excellent, Lynch, don't underestimate him."
　　 "I don't have one," Hunter said.
　　 "Boy, if you don't pass me a pass later, I..." Houston originally thought that Mo Mengchen was an obedient and sensible rookie, but now it's not quite the same thing.
　　 This guy has amazing control, but would rather play tactics than pass him?
　　 "If you want to jump out of tactics to solve the problem alone, you will never receive my pass."
　　 Faced with the king of the CIC who is about to shine in this season and was abducted by New York next summer, Mo Mengchen did not give in. His eyes dared to face Houston.
　　 The opponent is just a rookie. Houston is a star of the future that is highly valued by the team. He shouldn't be afraid, but Mo Mengchen's eyes actually gave him a scare of infamous makeup.
　　 "Tactics?"
　　Houston swallowed and said: "When do we have tactics?"
　　 He spoke so loudly that even Doug Collins sitting on the hill watching the tigers heard it.
　　Collins's entire face was covered with black lines: "This guy, it's too rampant!"
　　 "However, only Mo can tame him."
　　 Collins's side, the Pistons' chief assistant coach Joe Lynch said.
　　 "When you last played the Rocky Mountain Summer League, you said he was the future of the team, do you still think so?" Collins asked.
　　 "I firmly believe this."
"We have many talented teams, but neither Joe Dumas, Grant Hill, or Alan Houston have the kind of leadership we know. They are all twisted into a rope, and the leadership is directed to one place, but I saw this leadership in Mo."
　　 "This is more valuable than his vision and other abilities he has shown."
　　The voice just fell, Houston followed Mo Mengchen's words, hung up a cover and took a shot from the free throw line.
　　 said that Alan Houston's CIC textbook, if he was going to start a training camp to teach CIC, Mo Mengchen would not let his children sign up. why? Although his CIC is a textbook standard, the feel and coordination required for this shooting posture are inherent, not to say that imitating a posture can be learned.
　　 Then came Hill's performance moment.
　　 The earliest Jordan successor in the first round of holding the ball today made people see his dazzling light.
Don Reid’s defensive concentration is very high. He has heard of Hill’s rumors. Some people say that his first step is as fast as lightning. Some people say that his shot is comparable to Miller-this is obviously blowing-some people Saying that his comprehensiveness is comparable to Larry Bird who has just retired for several years.
　　 Too many people have mentioned him, this arrogant from Duke, from the moment he entered the league, brought his own aura.
　　 Hill's offense has no extra moves. He just dribbles the right hand, and the left hand pulls the ball to change direction. This is the direction change. Even if you know which way he wants to go, it is difficult to block him-too fast!
　　 Reid watched the opponent break through from before, but there was no way, Hill took the ball to the basket and directly dunked.
　　 "Did you see? What tactics do you want? This is tactics!"
　　Houston seems to want to obtain the consent of Mo Mengchen. For the past few years, the Pistons have been playing this way, relying on the individual stars to play.
　　 "The tactics of averaging 28 wins and 54 losses per season over the past three years are indeed subtle."
　　Mo Mengchen changed Houston's face from red to green in one sentence.
　　 "Damn rookie, you, you, don't underestimate this tactic!" Houston looked at him.
　　Houston continued to resist, but his hands and feet were under the direction of Mo Mengchen. The next set of running positions, their performance made the coaching staff on the sidelines amazed.
　　 Rolle and Reed hung a double cover for Houston from a high position, and then opened it in an orderly manner under the direction of Mo Mengchen.
　　 At that moment, the blue team didn't know who to defend at all. An ordinary double cover actually created three opportunities.
　　Mo Mengchen passed the ball into the air with a tossing gesture, Reid took off, held the ball firmly with both hands, aimed at the basket, stretched and smashed violently.
　　 "My chance is better!" Houston shouted.
　　 "His success rate is higher!" Mo Mengchen said in a deep voice.
　　Lynch Hunt wanted to break through Mo Mengchen with speed, he did it, but before doing this, his body experienced a fierce confrontation.
　　 This confrontation directly caused him to drop the ball, and the result was that the person burst past and the ball did not.
　　 Such a defense may be fouled in the official game, but now it is a Pistons team match, the referee is still a representative of the Bad Boys Dumas, he can not whistle against this level of defense.
At the moment of stealing the ball, Reid was like a deep-sea mad shark smelling the smell, flying straight up, Mo Mengchen made a long pass in the direction of the direction, taking Reid into the penalty area, after receiving the ball, he dunked directly under the basket succeed.
"damn it!"
　　Hunt stared at Mo Mengchen, and this time he really felt a sense of crisis.
　　 Prior to this, he was just Dumas's substitute, but his position was very stable. After Dumas retired in a few years, he was the starter, and now, the arrival of Mo Mengchen will make this matter a huge variable.
　　 Even Dumas, who was on the sidelines, saw the talent that could not be concealed in Mo Mengchen.
　　Hunt began to make various brainless choices.
　　 broke out, faced the confrontation, was covered under the basket.
　　 Another round, with his shoulders out of the elbow and strong top, was caused an offensive foul.
　　 is still a forcible attack, scared to pass by Ratliff's defense, but was pre-judged by Mo Mengchen to steal in the middle of the pass.
　　 The first ten minutes was Hunt’s mistake. Covered, foul show.
　　Because of his brave play, the blue team fell behind by 15 points.
　　Although Mo Mengchen didn't score 1 point, he had 4 rebounds and 8 assists. Basically, every position score of the Red Team was his chance to pass, and every counterattack had his guidance.
　　Although he is not a direct scorer, he participates in every scoring process.
　　Houston got the team's highest 12 points, he played very easily, but he felt that he could play more easily, as long as he passed a few more balls.
　　Mo Mengchen was annoyed by his disobedience, but the opponent's pass made him unable to pick out a little fault, every decision was the most correct, UU reading www.uukanshu.com He will find the most confident person.
"Mo, don't you have any strong points or weak points in your eyes? This is just a match, they are very relaxed, so they don't mess up the opportunity, but have you thought about it? The intensity of the official game is ten times stronger than it is now! "
　　Houston wants Mo Mengchen to value himself.
　　 "Stupid wrong view."
　　Mo Mengchen directly refuted him: "Do you think you can get a few points? Do you think you can get a few points per game? How many points do we think we need to win each game?"
"I..."
　　 "You know you are strong, then why don't you do something that should be strong?"
"You're standing on the side, it's a headache for the blue team, but you have to run around and mess up the whole tactics. At the official game, do you think that there will be no problems? Can't you use it? Your strong point of restraint creates opportunities for our weaknesses?"
　　 "If we can't play tactics, you have as many as you want!"
　　 "Do you think this game needs it?"
　　 Mo Mengchen's tone is getting heavier and heavier, as if a dozen-year-old veteran is scolding a rookie.
　　Houston almost apologized and mistakenly admitted, he blushed: "Damn rookie, how many games did you play? Dare you talk to me like this?"
　　 "I played 155 games, but I only know that CP alone is really nothing to say."
　　Mo Mengchen picked up the water bottle on the ground, turned around, raised his neck, and drank while walking.
　　Houston blushed and asked Rolle: "What does CP mean?"
　　 "Although I have to be called CP by Mo 3 times a day on average, I don't know what that means." Luoer spread his hands.