Chapter 46: With the world people

　　 The most unexpected thing in the first half was not Mo Mengchen’s response to Starks’ elbow, but Otis Thorpe made a three-pointer before the time was over and hit it.
This is his only three-pointer this season. In his 11-year career, he has only scored a three-pointer. It can be said that the Knicks tonight are very unlucky. The person who passed him just happened to be Mo Mengchen, this lucky goal also brought him 8 assists.
　　 "It seems that I can also try more three-pointers."
Seeing Thorpe's goal so reverberating, Hill couldn't help but have a similar fantasy. As the best player of the Pistons, he also played an extremely brilliant first half tonight: 14 points, 7 rebounds and 3 assists.
　　 "Forget it, Otis's 3-pointer is better than you!"
　　Mo Mengchen stiffly said such a word in his ear, but stabbed Duke's tall glass heart into glass slag.
　　 In any case, Hill will not admit Thorpe's three-pointer is above him, his three-pointer is worse, every shot also belongs to a certain probability of shooting. (Okay, 13% hit rate)
　　Thorpe? Isn't he able to score a 3-pointer because of God's gift? Therefore, Hill was very dissatisfied.
"You are a doctor. The doctor is rigorous and even meticulous. You can't draw such a sloppy conclusion. Don't you take them for a full-body examination when you are looking at the patient. You can tell what the patient is sick by just a little appearance? "Hill argued reasonably.
　　 "Are you questioning the best doctor in the world?" Mo Mengchen turned around and said, "I only know that Otis's three-point shooting rate this season is 100%, and your current shooting rate is only 15%."
　　 "Is this data more convincing than what appearance?"
　　 Because Thorpe only voted for this one!
　　Hill burst: "Unfair! You can't think that Otis shot above me because he was lucky enough to score a 3-pointer!"
　　 "If you want me to believe that your shooting is better than Otis, it's simple," Mo Mengchen turned and walked straight into the locker room. "Prove it to me."
　　 That's why, Collins clearly arranged the Hill assault basket to create opportunities for Mo Mengchen and Houston, but he came to remember the reckless arc top three points at the beginning of the second quarter.
　　Hill’s height and bouncing power make his cover difficult to be disturbed, even the murderer like Anthony Mason who looks like it was released in a high-level prison should not be intrusive.
But his shooting posture has some problems, because he is tall, he did not pay attention to the standard of shooting posture when he was a child, his shooting point is a bit forward, if he is not tall, and every jump jumps very high There is a high chance that such a shot will be blocked.
　　 "Grant's three-point attempt, do not enter!"
　　 "This ball is not good. Although Detroit takes the lead, it can't be so messy."
　　Daly criticized Hill for the first time tonight.
　　 What he didn't expect was that this was just the beginning of Hill's murderous hair.
　　Collins also froze, this is not the Hill he is familiar with, who is Hill? From Duke University, synonymous with team players, even the old K coach said: "He is the kind of selfless person who is willing to devote himself to the team."
　　 "Grant, this ball should let me shoot."
　　Houston just kindly reminded him that it sounded like he was helping Mo Mengchen mock him.
　　 "Do you think my three-pointer is not as good as Otis?" Hill asked unhappy.
"Uh?"
what's the situation? Houston has no idea what just happened, Otis? Three-pointer? Is his 3-pointer not as good as Otis? Isn't this bullshit?
　　 "Yeah, don't run!"
　　Houston had no time to speak. Starks' running position made him concentrate at all times, not at all careless.
　　 Derek Harper's confrontation is very oppressive, he looks for confrontation like a lunatic.
　　 This is Riley's request.
　　 "No. 12 in Detroit has a history of serious injuries. I don't want you to sympathize with him. If you have the opportunity, destroy him completely!"
　　 This destruction is not to hurt Mo Mengchen, but to collapse him through a lot of physical confrontation.
　　Mo Mengchen's most improvement before the start of the season is strength and physical strength, so the Knicks did exactly what he wanted.
　　Compared with physical strength and strength, his biggest problem now is the defensive footsteps and speed. These two items need to be improved next.
　　 There is no guard, and Ewing cannot stand up. The Knicks' attack suddenly became constipated.
　　 This was their first position battle in the second half, and they were finally forced to single out Houston by Starks.
Against Starks, Houston's obvious advantage in height, coupled with a fairly qualified defense, he gave Starks great pressure. At this moment, Starks dreamed back to the seventh game of the finals last year. His 18 of 2 night.
　　The Knicks attacked the iron and Hill grabbed another rebound to advance quickly.
　　 "Pass!"
　　 Hill muttered.
　　 As a result, Hill seemed to be possessed by Mo Mengchen. He drove the ball to the frontcourt, taking advantage of the Knicks' instability, and chased a three-pointer.
　　 "What is he doing?"
　　 is still not going.
　　The narrator screamed unreasonably. Hill's heart was like a knife, and Mo Mengchen ran fast. He saw the ball and predicted its whereabouts.
　　He caught the offensive rebound and after Houston caught up, he took a straight stop and helped him finish the offense.
　　 "Ahahaha~~~ How good would it be if you could pass the ball directly to me every time?" Houston cried happily.
　　 "Don't block the road."
　　Mo Mengchen gently pushed him away, caught up with Hill and said, "After the game, go to the hospital with me?"
　　 "What are you doing?"
　　 "Be a check, I suspect your brain is getting water."
　　Mo Mengchen speeded up, Hill only felt his legs were soft, he was so mocked by Mo Mengchen in turn, but irrefutable.
　　 "Damn rookie, he pushed me away! He pushed me! He would have no friends like this!" Houston said angrily, "Right, Grant?"
　　Houston spoke to Hill, only to see Devil Mountain turned his head, biting his lower lip with his upper teeth, nodding sadly.
　　 is also a fallen man from the end of the world, and the two have a strong resonance at this moment.
　　 It was such a feeling of being despised by rookie!
　　Momon Chen looked at the Knicks' position and basically guessed their offensive style.
　　 This team's defensive integrity, flexibility, pressure, and strength given to opponents are extremely strong, but the offense is too bad.
Riley, as a pantheon-level church, personally tuned the Lakers of the "Performance Moment" in the 1980s, which brought the league into the golden age of attack, went to New York, learned the strengths of the Pistons, and corrected his weaknesses again. Leading the league into the era of iron-blooded defense, in this regard, he is undoubtedly the first coach of the NBA in the 1980s and 1990s, but his team is not perfect.
　　 The Lakers at the moment of performance needless to say, Riley is a famous control freak and training freak. In 1998, the three major players lost the championship, and the magician led everyone to get up and drove him out of Los Angeles.
　　 is still the same old way to New York. Although it has led to another craze, in addition to the problems of controlling players and frantic training, the biggest problem for his Knicks is the lack of a good offensive system.
　　 Once in this situation, they have only one choice.
　　 "Pay attention to Ewing!"
　　Ewing received the ball on the right and shot twice in a row. Mo Mengchen's bag had just arrived. He received the ball, turned to the bottom line, and carried Mills' defense.
　　Ewing jumped into the air like a black giant rabbit, his posture was ugly and ridiculous, but Mills next to him could not jump at all, as if there were heavy lead under his feet.
　　 The gorilla reached the highest point, faced the basket at close range, and pulled out the ball in his hand. This was his killer skill.
　　 "Uh!"
　　 "Pat!"
　　 "Pat!"
　　 "Pat! Kill them!"
　　Spike Lee exclaimed passionately, even if the team was 7 points behind, it wouldn't hurt their passion. He had an extremely abundant energy in his body, enough to drive the fans on the scene to cheer for the team.
"give me one more chance."
　　 Hill ran to Mo Mengchen and said.
　　 "What if you lose?" Mo Mengchen said.
Hill said: "I admit that my outside shooting is not as good as Otis~EbookFREE.me~ Mo Yanchen's face mocked, although this nasty mouth didn't say any word, but Hill Know, he is not very satisfied with this punishment.
　　 "What do you want?" Hill asked.
　　 "If you miss, you will practice two thousand three-pointers every day for the next month." Mo Mengchen said.
　　 If you want to enumerate a training that makes Hill hate it, it is three-point training. In his view, three-point shooting is basically an indispensable skill. As strong as Jordan, he only has a 30% three-point shooting percentage. (More than twice his..)
　　 "You are ruthless enough!"
　　Hill looked to refuse, turned around and just took a step, suddenly stopped, turned back and said: "I bet you!"
　　 "What if I drop?" Hill continued to ask.
　　 "I will raise your hand like a referee on the ring and announce to the world that you are a better shooter than Otis Thorpe."
　　 Hill's expression was as uncomfortable as eating shit.
　　 With such great pressure, I paid such a big price, just to hear you tell everyone that I am worthy of Bisop? Isn't that bullshit?
　　Hill didn't have time to vomit Mo Mengchen, tactics began to run.
　　Here, Mo Mengchen deliberately made a point of mind. He arranged the tactical end point where Hill hated the most. That was the point where he had the lowest three-point percentage.
　　I can't cast when I feel hot, but now I feel so cold, how can I cast?
　　Hill completed the tactics, got empty seats and basketball, shot three points, for the third consecutive time, hit iron with three points.
　　 Collins held his head in both hands, and somehow suddenly lost control of the game.
　　 "What are they doing? What are they doing?"