Chapter 685: Painful

　　 This is the biggest irony in the history of the Finals. O'Neill has a destructive power when he enters the penalty zone. As long as he gets the ball in that position, it usually means that the defense fails.
　　Tonight, in the last 7 seconds, O'Neal grabbed offensive rebounds four times in a row, but was covered four times by the Pistons.
　　 Rashid, Houston, Hill and Mo Mengchen.
　　Flying Superman ended up with four caps, which made his 42 points and 30 rebounds in a single game meaningless, and also made his epic legendary finals catch 16 offensive rebounds in a single game become a legendary footnote.
　　The cover of Mo Mengchen made everyone panic and the game was over.
　　 "Under the leadership of Dor.Mo, Detroit won this crucial battle of Uranus Mountain!"
　　 "For the Lakers, this means they have no way out!"
　　 "The remaining two finals, they have to move to Detroit to make the final stroke!"
　　 The fans retired in frustration. They did not know what kind of mood they should face this defeat. The picture that Mo Mengchen blocked O'Neill will be imprinted in their hearts forever.
　　The players under the piston field rushed to cheer, Mo Mengchen's right ring finger was still dripping blood, and no one did too much to him.
　　Dor.Mo walked to the sidelines, and the reporter looked at him expectantly.
　　 is not a good feeling to be expected at all, but Mo Mengchen deserves such an expectation. Tonight, he scored 44 points, 8 rebounds and 13 assists. The blockbuster Lakers will enhance the game.
　　 Moreover, the person he blocked was O'Neill. Think about how important the block is to the game. The outside world will magnify the game infinitely.
　　A game about life and death, O'Neill lost to Mo Mengchen.
　　 Maybe his data is more dazzling, but he loses, this is the result.
　　 "Congratulations on winning the game. Are you confident of winning the championship at home?" the reporter asked directly.
　　Insidious question, but I like it.
　　Mo Mengchen replied: "Any team that reaches the finals should aim to win the cup, so of course."
　　 "Can you talk about that cover?"
This beautiful female reporter probably didn’t know that she was like a particularly lustful man but she found an extremely traditional woman. They agreed not to have any before loving marriage. As a result, on the day of their wedding, the guests had not left. She hurriedly kang on the floor. But I like it.
　　 "Shaq has always claimed that Superman can fly and will never be blocked. Through the game tonight, I think he will understand the truth." Mo Mengchen repeated that sentence, "Never say never."
　　 Let's just say, Mo Mengchen turned to the player's channel, and did not give the beautiful journalist who had frequently asked good questions a third chance to ask questions.
　　 "Congratulations on your victory, you played a great game!"
　　 "Thank you."
At the intersection of the player's passage, he saw Hill.
　　 If Mo Mengchen is the Pistons' first victory tonight, then Hill must be behind him, and will not be much worse than him.
Although his stats were a bit worse than Mo Mengchen, he only got 23 points, 12 rebounds and 6 assists, but he paid a lot on the defensive end. From the first game of the finals to this evening, Glen Rice was defended by him. With an average of only 11 points per game, his shooting percentage fell below 40%.
　　 Rice is the three-headed Lakers, averaging 18 points per game during the regular season and 15 points per game in the playoffs before the finals. Hill lively prevented him from being a low-output, terrible outside tumor.
　　 Moreover, when Mo Mengchen was looking for a touch in the first half, he led the team to bite the game when the Lakers led the Pistons by 10 points.
　　 Without his help, Mo Mengchen could not stand up in the second half.
　　 "How is your hand?" Hill asked.
　　Mo Mengchen slowly raised his right hand. The fingernails of his ring finger had already opened, and he might fall off at any time. It was covered with blood red, and it looked scary.
　　 "Maybe I'm too excited, I don't feel much pain." Mo Mengchen looked at the ring finger with blood.
　　 "Speaking of that blockade..." Hill recalled the final moment tonight. In those thrilling seconds, O'Neal continuously grabbed offensive rebounds but was blocked by the Pistons.
　　 The last ball was unstoppable, because O'Neill jumped into the air completely, and none of them could keep up.
　　Mo Mengchen emerged from behind O'Neill and escaped the confrontation. His speed is faster than O'Neill, the rising trend reminds Hill of Rodman and Jordan at their peak.
The bounce speed, his vertical bounce may be less than one meter, but his bounce speed is too fast, the shark is still rising, and he has jumped to the highest point after the jump, that is the cover The key to being realized.
　　 Judging from that speed, Mo Mengchen is definitely one of the best players in the league.
　　 Speed, agility, coordination, bounce speed and bounce are all there.
　　 However, five years ago, when he first came to the Pistons, he clearly lacked everything.
　　 "Don't ask why, I don't know." Mo Mengchen can't explain this question. At this time, just like a child asking for leave in order to be lazy at home with dizziness and headache, he can perfectly avoid all cross-examination.
　　Hill did not know how Mo Mengchen did this, he also thought of some other problems.
　　 When Mo Mengchen was lacking, he was already able to cope with the game freely. Although he will encounter many problems, the team can help him make up for it. Now, he has no shortcomings.
　　 is like a hole full of potential, can not see the end.
　　 They went back to the locker room together. They were noisy and excited to win the match point. Rashid was shirtless and twitched into a twist-like jersey, screaming like a gorilla in the jungle.
　　The last three of O'Neill who blocked O'Neill started a commercial blow.
　　If David Wise is helping Mo Mengchen to care for his fingernails, Mo Mengchen is likely to join this rank.
"This time, the dead fat man shouldn't say that Superman will fly again?" When Rashid said this, his mouth was full of grin, making people want to hit him on his bear's face. fist.
　　Westphal was more concerned about Mo Mengchen's injury: "David, how is Mo?"
　　 "No bones were hurt. In two days, his right finger ring fingernail will fall off, there will be no subsequent impact, but..."
　　 will hurt.
　　 "But it will not affect the game at home." Mo Mengchen did not let Wise disturb the army, "Relax."
　　 Wise glanced at him, and Mo Mengchen was also a doctor, he should know how bad it really was.
　　Although he didn't hurt his bones, he just used too much force to cover the shark. His fingernail's fingernail just hit the ball, the fingernail was torn on the spot, and there was a laceration on his finger.
　　 Such injuries can be healed in about half a month, but the Pistons will have to play after two days. If he comes out with injuries, as long as he uses his right hand, every movement will bring a tingling sensation.
　　Although there is no big problem, the small problems it brings are enough to torment those who possess the will of steel to curse the sky.
　　 "Coach, we have to attend a press conference, right?" Mo Mengchen asked.
　　Westphal nodded and learned that Mo Mengchen had no problem, he was relieved, as long as the latter could play, they would be sure to win the series at home.
　　 and Westphal participated in the press conference with the Pistons Three Young. As the last of the four people who blocked O’Neal, the reporter had many problems.
　　Houston's answer was the most intense. He repeated Mo Mengchen's words to O'Neill: "It turns out that Superman can't fly."
　　 this sentence has also become the title or quoted title of many media articles the next day.
　　 That night, Mo Mengchen stayed in the room, constantly distracting his attention and diminishing the pain.
The longer the time, the greater the pain on the ring finger.
　　 "How do I propose?" Mo Mengchen stared at the ring gift box beside the bed.
　　Think about how embarrassing it would be if your ring finger flickered during the proposal and the ring fell off.
　　 Such a holy moment, that many people watched, and then this kind of thing appeared, he still can't be a human being?
The more you think about it, the more your nails hurt.
　　 This time, someone came.
　　 "Before my nails recover, you don't have to knock on the door when you come to my room, just use your face to knock the door open. I will be responsible for the problem."
　　Dor.Mo's broken thoughts made Devil Mountain face black.
　　 "How?" He still has to care about Mo Mengchen, otherwise it would be meaningless to come here at the risk of being spurted.
　　 "Very painful," Mo Hunchen did not hide from Hill, he must know this, "Next time, I need you to help me share some pressure."
　　 Devil Mountain proudly said: "Is such a simple requirement offending the first person in the league?"
　　 Well, I don’t know how many years it will be until I see a league first person who hasn’t even made the best roster.
"You have to bring the rhythm up. Before my injury recovers, my shooting is no longer reliable." Mo Mengchen doesn't want to dampen his sharpness, it is best to let him be full of fighting spirit now-it is better to be so excited at night that insomnia Anyway, there will be no competition tomorrow.
　　Hill was just a joke at first, but Mo Mengchen's attitude became more and more serious, he began to realize the seriousness of the matter.
"You really..."
　　 "Do you think my acting is good?"
　　Hill turned his eyes~EbookFREE.me~ Suddenly saw the ring box on the bedside: "Is that a ring?"
It is clear.
"proposal ring?"
　　 It seems so.
　　 "Who are you going to propose to?" Hill asked knowingly, "Oh, it seems that the arrogant Dor.Mo finally wants to make up his mind? Unfortunately, you are still one step late, and my son was born four months later!"
　　Mo Meng walked silently to the door and opened the door.
　　 "It's so late, where are you going?"
　　 "Are you getting out, or am I throwing you out?"
　　 As a man, how can there be no dignity? Of course, I went out!
　　Mo Mengchen sent Hill away, the door closed, and his ring finger hurt even more.
　　 He suddenly found that Devil Mountain is an artifact that diverts his attention. Although this fellow often provokes him to be angry, but with the fool, we will naturally be attracted by his stupidity, and the pain on the ring finger will be reduced.
　　 Is it still too late to go out and call him back?
　　Dor.Mo takes this issue seriously.
　　
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