"There are at least three three-pointers in this game."

"The opponent's score must not exceed 10 points."

“The individual rating reaches at least B.”

“The team rating is at least B.”

The moment he fell to the ground, a task list appeared in front of Mo Mengchen's eyes.

Then the scene happened next.

"Mo, have you had a relationship with him?" Reed came over and helped him up.

"No."

Mo Mengchen has never seen him before.

"Then why did he target you?"

Reed didn't understand, was Mo Mengchen the legendary "hateful" physique?

"Does mad dogs need a reason to bite people?"

Mo Mengchen turned and walked towards the basket, and Ratliff served.

"Theo, I need your help later."

After saying this in Ratliff's ear, Mo Mengchen rushed through the frontcourt with the ball.

"You are here, you have to know that your nightmare has just begun!"

Childris said excitedly.

Suddenly, his body was stuck by a wall.

Childris looked back and saw that the person who blocked him was Ratliff, but Momonchen did not use the strong wall to break through the obstacles. He chose to wander to the left. It was also the moment when he and Ratliff's pick-and-roll tactics were activated, Louis M. Lore on the right ran to the top of the arc.

Mo Mengchen took away the defender and the ball came to Lore's hand.

"Swish!"

3 to 2.

"hateful!"

Childris held the ball again, and still played one-on-one.

“I  SO!”

He shouted, like the first round, trying to push Mo Mengchen away, and he did it.

Mo Mengchen's strength and weight were a big problem, and he couldn't even withstand Childris's first collision.

But he did not throw Mo Mengchen away.

Mo Mengchen always followed him. Childries was afraid of his height, and it was a little softer. A height of 197 cm was not a decoration. Just as he was thinking about how to avoid chasing the hat, Ratliff suddenly appeared and defended with Mo Mengchen, setting up an extremely tight defense.

In a panic, Childris lost the ball and made a mistake and went out of bounds.

"You will never have such good luck next time!"

Childris gently hit Mo Mengchen, with a flamboyant tone and said arrogantly: "The car with the warranty expires should be declared scrapped, and I will knock you into the garbage dump."

Although his trash talk was very powerful, Mo Mengchen never looked at him.

"Theo, you came at the wrong time, you made a mistake."

Ratliff was about to explain.

"Your blocking ability is unmatched. You can wait for him to take action. Blocking is more impactful than making mistakes, remember."

"Next time to pay attention to it."

"When he comes to this position, you take action."

Mo Mengchen stepped on a line.

There is another ugly thing he didn't say.

If our opponent is not blind, you have already assisted in the urgent defense just now.

Thanks to the blind mad dog opposite.

"The Detroit Pistons' point guard, the 18th overall pick in the first round of this year...this name..."

Heinthorne complained.

So fucking hard to read!

"This kid is good. His defense just now reminded me of John Stockton. The whole process is full of calculations, like a conspirator."

"Can your leg move, which has been disabled three times? I don't think so. You're going to die soon, do you know?"

Before Childress could finish her trash talk, the pick-and-roll came again.

The same tactic as the last round.

Ratliff pick-and-roll, Childress's defense collapsed, he was only 180 cm tall, and he could not extricate himself once he was stuck in the wall.

"Watch that shooter!"

Childris regarded Lor as a shooter.

I'm not a fucking Sagittarius!

Mo Mengchen still gave the ball to Lore, but this time he ran straight to the right bottom corner. The two players of the piston double-teamed Lore at the top of the arc, but before the double-team was completely formed, Lore's ball had already flew to Mo Mengchen at the bottom corner.

Mo Mengchen grabbed the ball with one hand and looked down and saw that it was outside the three-point line.

Holding breath, squat, jumping up, and exerting force in succession, outlining a beautiful arc in the air.

The ball flew slowly along the planned line.

"Swish!"

"Mo Mengchen!"

6 to 2.

"The same tactic has produced two tricks."

Heinthorne no longer confused Mo Mengchen's name: "I have to say, this young man caught my attention."

"He was running like Reggie Miller just now!" Walton began.

It should be noted that the person involved is on the scene.

Seeing that the team was stuffed 6-2, Miller wanted to take off his clothes and go on the court: "What the hell are you fighting? Call me back!"

At this time, Childries faced a severe choice.

Do you still want to continue SOLO? This is a question.

Mo Mengchen stood in front of him, his defense was the same as at the beginning, looking unthreatening.

"I'll do it!"

Another defender Floyd stood up and hung a pick-and-roll for Childries, took apart and started directly, and attacked Mo Mengchen with a misalignment.

They all think that Mo Mengchen is a soft persimmon.

Mo Mengchen's afterwards glanced at Ratliff behind him. He cooperated with the other party's steps and relieved his strength at the right time. Floyd wanted to borrow some force from Mo Mengchen at the end, but he failed and jumped up without doing his best to meet Ratliff's blood cap in the air.

In an instant, Mo Mengchen had already taken off the rebound, and then what did the audience see?

Don Reed's furry legs ran away quickly, and Mo Mengchen was there, clearly seeing the opponent's figure, and he made an unexpected pass.

Grab the ball with one hand and throw it up with all your might.

"This ball!"

"The orange pass dances like a butterfly, Don Reed scores a touchdown!"

“8 to 2!”

"The Pacers requested a pause!"

"The 8 points Detroit scored at the beginning are all related to No. 12!"

"Who is this 22-year-old man sacred?"

Off the court, Pacers' coach William Morgan was angry: "Did you have your brain on the court? I saw a group of mentally retarded players playing on the court!"

Not to mention anything else, Mo Mengchen agreed with this sentence if he heard it.

"I never want to see you play a clumsy singles again. Our inside has an absolute advantage, put the ball on the inside and smash the Detroit penalty area!"

As for the Pistons, Lynch is still a hand-off manager.

This is his plan, he just wants to see how much Mo Mengchen can bring this team.

"The best thing you played at the beginning was unconditional trust, so we took a 6-point lead, kept it up and trust each other."

Lynch shouted.
To be continued...