You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 683
This is the biggest irony in the history of the finals. O'Neal has devastating destructive power when he enters the penalty area. 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 four offensive rebounds in a row, but was blocked four times by the Pistons.

Rasheed, Houston, Hill and Mo Mengchen.

The flying Superman scored 4 blocks in a row at the last minute, which made his 42 points and 30 rebounds in a single game meaningless, and also made his epic and legendary finals with 16 offensive rebounds in a single game a legendary footnote.

Mo Mengchen's block made everyone panic, and the game was over.

"Under the leadership of Dor.Mo, Detroit won this crucial battle of Tianwangshan!"

"For the Lakers, this means they have no way out!"

"For the remaining two finals, they have to move to Detroit for the final fight!"

The fans left the field in frustration, they didn't know what kind of mood they should face this loss. The image of Momo covering O'Neal will be etched in their hearts forever.

The Pistons players rushed up to cheer one after another, Mo Mengchen's right ring finger was still dripping with blood, no one did anything too extreme to him.

Dor.Mo walked to the sidelines, and the reporter looked at him expectantly.

It doesn't feel good to be expected, but Mo Mengchen is worthy of such expectations. Tonight, he scored 44 points, 8 rebounds and 13 assists. The block lore will add color to the game.

Moreover, the person he blocked was O'Neal. Thinking about how important that block is to the game, the outside world will infinitely magnify this game.

In a life-and-death match, O'Neill lost to Mo Mengchen.

Maybe his stats are brighter, but he lost, and that's the result.

"Congratulations on winning the game. Are you confident to win the championship at home?" The reporter asked directly.

Insidious question, but I like it.

Mo Mengchen replied: "Any team that reaches the final should aim to win the cup, so, of course."

"Can you tell me about that cover?"

This beautiful female reporter probably doesn't know that she looks like a very lecherous man but found an extremely traditional woman. They agreed not to have any sex before love marriage. As a result, on the wedding day, the guests still haven't left. She hastily got on the kang.But I like it.

"Shaq has always claimed that Superman can fly and will never be blocked. Through tonight's game, I think he will understand a truth." Mo Mengchen repeated that sentence, "Never say never."

After all, Mo Mengchen turned and walked towards the player tunnel, not giving this beautiful reporter who kept asking good questions a third chance to ask questions.

"Congratulations on your win, you played a great game!"

"Thank you."

At the intersection of the player tunnel, he saw Hill.

If Mo Mengchen is the Pistons' first victory tonight, then Hill must be behind him, and not much worse than him.

Although his statistics are a bit worse than Mo Mengchen's, he only scored 23 points, 12 rebounds and 6 assists in the game, but he paid a lot on the defensive end. From the first game of the finals to tonight, Glenn Rice was defended by him He averaged only 11 points per game, and his shooting percentage fell below 40%.

Rice is the third leader of the Lakers, averaging 18 points per game in the regular season, and 15 points per game in the playoffs before the Finals.

Moreover, when Mo Mengchen was looking for 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 couldn't stand up in the second half.

"How's your hand?" Hill asked.

Mo Mengchen slowly raised his right hand. The fingernail of his ring finger had been opened and might fall off at any moment. It was covered with blood red, which looked terrifying.

"Maybe I'm too excited and don't feel too much pain." Mo Mengchen looked at the bloody ring finger.

"Speaking of which, the block." Hill recalled the last moment tonight, the thrilling few seconds, O'Neal grabbed consecutive offensive rebounds but was blocked by the Pistons.

That last ball was unstoppable, because O'Neal jumped into the air completely, and none of them could keep up.

Mo Mengchen appeared from behind O'Neill and escaped the confrontation.His bullet speed is faster than O'Neal's, and that rising trend reminds Hill of Rodman and Jordan at their peak.

The speed of jumping up, his vertical jump may be less than one meter, but his speed is too fast, the shark is still rising, and he has jumped to the highest point after jumping up, that is the block key to its realization.

Judging by that bullet speed, Mo Mengchen is definitely one of the players with the best physical fitness in the league.

Speed, agility, coordination, bullet speed and bounce, everything is missing.

However, when he first came to the Pistons five years ago, he clearly lacked everything.

"Don't ask why, I don't know." Mo Mengchen couldn't explain this question. At this time, it's like a child asking for leave under the excuse of dizziness and headache in order to be lazy at home, and can perfectly avoid all interrogation.

Hill didn't know how Mo Mengchen did this, and he thought of some other questions.

When Mo Mengchen was lacking in everything, he was already able to cope with the game freely. Although he would encounter many problems, the team could help him make up for them.Now, he has no flaws.

Like a hole full of potential, with no bottom in sight.

Together they went back to the locker room, which was boisterous and excited about winning match point, with Rasheed shirtless, swinging his twisted jersey and screaming like a gorilla in the jungle.

The three of four who blocked O'Neal at the last moment began to blow each other commercially.

If David Wise hadn't been helping Mo Mengchen take care of his fingernails, Mo Mengchen would most likely join the ranks.

"Now, that fat man won't say that Superman can fly, right?" When Rasheed said this, his mouth was full of meanness, making people want to slap him in the face fist.

Westphal was more concerned about Mo Mengchen's injury: "David, how is Mo?"

"There was no bone damage, and within two days, the nail on his right ring finger will fall off, there will be no follow-up effects, but"

It will hurt.

"But it won't affect the home game." Mo Mengchen didn't let Wise disturb the morale of the army, "Don't worry."

Wise glanced at him, Mo Mengchen is also a doctor, he should know how painful it is.

Although no bones were injured, he blocked the shark just now with too much force. The fingernail of his ring finger just hit the ball, and the nail was torn on the spot, and there were lacerations on his finger.

This kind of injury can heal in about half a month, but the Pistons will play in two days. If he plays with the injury, as long as he uses his right hand, every movement will bring a tingling sensation.

It's not a big deal, but it's a minor problem that could make a man with a will of steel curse the heavens.

"Coach, we still have to attend the press conference, right?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Westphal nodded. Knowing that Mo Mengchen was fine, he felt relieved. As long as the latter could play, they would be sure to win the series at home.

Attending the press conference with Westphal were the three Pistons. As the three of the four who blocked O'Neal at the last moment, the reporter had many questions.

Houston responded most strongly, repeating Mo Mengchen's words to O'Neill: "It turns out that Superman can't fly."

This sentence also became the title or quotation title of many media articles the next day.

That night, Mo Mengchen stayed in the room, constantly distracting his attention to minimize the pain.

The longer the time, the greater the pain on the ring finger.

"How can you propose marriage if this continues?" Mo Mengchen stared at the ring gift box beside the bed.

Think about it, how embarrassing it would be if the ring finger flicked and the ring fell off during the proposal?
At such a sacred moment, so many people watched, and then this kind of thing happened, can he still be a human being?

The more I think about it, the more my nails hurt.

At this moment, someone came.

"Before my nails recover, you don't need to knock on the door when you come to my room, just use your face to knock the door open, and I will be responsible for any problems."

Dor.Mo's thoughts made Devil Mountain's face full of black lines.

"How is it?" He still had to care about Mo Mengchen, otherwise it would be pointless to come here at the risk of being scolded.

"It hurts very much," Mo Mengchen didn't hide it from Hill, he had to know about it, "Next time, I need you to help me share some pressure."

Devil Mountain arrogantly said: "Isn't such a simple request a bit offensive to League No.1?"

Well, I don't know how many years it will take to see another No.1 in the league who didn't even make the best team.

"You have to bring up the rhythm. Before my injury recovers, my shooting will no longer be reliable." Mo Mengchen didn't want to dampen his spirit, it's best to let him be full of fighting spirit now-it's best to be so excited that you can't sleep at night , anyway, there is no game tomorrow.

Hill was just joking at first, but Mo Mengchen's attitude became more and more serious, and he began to realize the seriousness of the matter.

"You really"

"Do you think my acting skills are good?"

Hill turned his gaze, and suddenly saw the ring box beside the bed: "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 has finally made up his mind? It's a pity that you are still one step too late. My son will be born in four months!"

Mo Mengchen silently walked to the door and opened it.

"It's so late, where are you going?"

"Are you going to get out by yourself, or am I going to throw you out?"

As a man, how could he be so devoid of dignity?Of course he went out!
Mo Mengchen sent Hill away, and when the door closed, his ring finger hurt even more.

He suddenly discovered that the devil mountain is a magic weapon to divert attention. Although this guy often makes him angry, but when we are with a fool, we will naturally be attracted by his foolishness, and the pain on the ring finger will subside a little.

Is it too late to go out and call him back now?

Dor.Mo seriously considers this question.

(End of this chapter)