Leckner's explosive power cannot be compared with Ratliff, and the gap between the two was revealed by jumping the ball.

Ratliff easily jumped to Lekner, and Momonchen took the ball and advanced.

"Mo, I'm here!"

The person who defends Houston is Michael Curry. He feels that he can eat Curry raw, so he decisively wants the ball.

Mo Mengchen ignored him and waited until Ratliff went into a high pick-and-roll, borrowed the wall built by his body, and steadily passed Hunter. With a return pass, Ratliff made a mid-range shot - undoubtedly a blacksmith.

"You didn't actually pass the ball to me!" Houston's eyes widened.

"That's not a good opportunity." Mo Mengchen finished speaking, starting from the audience to defend Lynch Hunter.

This was something that no one else expected, because Mo Mengchen was not fast, defending one defender after another like Hunter was the first thing to do was to stabilize the center of gravity, ensure that the defensive position was not lost, and then consider other things. Now he was close to his opponent when he came up, completely ignoring the consequences of Hunter's possible acceleration to throw him away far away.

"Rookie, is it so hard?"

Hunter thought Mo Mengchen was thin and his strength must be far inferior to him. He came up confidently and bumped into him, but the result was shocking.

Mo Mengchen showed no sign of his strong power, but after this collision, Hunter knew that the other party's strength was above him.

When he realized that he wanted to win at speed, Mo Mengchen had already stuck his position and was forced to put away the ball in the half.

"Beep!"

"Eight-second violation!"

Dumas didn't give Hunter one more second, and the time came, and he immediately whistled.

"Lynch, you are too inferior. You are actually prevented by a rookie from being an eight-second violation." Curry ran back and joked.

Hunter twitched his lips, and he didn't know how to describe this feeling. He always thought that Mo Mengchen was just a relatively comprehensive defender of the organization. Because he had a terrible injury history, he should be resistant to strength training, but now the situation is far beyond his imagination after playing.

Hill smiled, the kind of smile that could make people relax: "The Pistons' No. 18 show is always excellent, Lynch, don't underestimate him."

"I don't." Hunter said.

"Boy, if you don't pass the ball to me later, I..." Houston originally thought that Mo Mengchen was an obedient and sensible rookie, but now it seems that it is not the case.

This guy is so powerful that he would rather play tactics than pass the ball to him?

"If you want to jump out of the tactics and solve the problem alone, you will never get my pass."

Facing the CITIC King who is about to shine this season and is abducted by New York next summer, Mo Mengchen did not give in. His eyes were facing Houston and said with amazing momentum.

The other party is just a rookie, Houston is a future star highly valued by the team. He shouldn't have been afraid, but Mo Mengchen's eyes actually made him feel terrified of being infamously made of makeup.

"Tactics?"

Houston swallowed and said, "When did we have the tactics?"

He spoke so loudly that Doug Collins, who was sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight, heard it.

Collins's face was covered in black lines: "This guy is so rampant!"

"But, only Mo can tame him."

Beside Collins, Pistons' chief assistant coach Joe Lynch said.

"The last time I finished the Rocky Mountain Summer League, you said he was the future of the team. Do you still think so now?" Collins asked.

"I firmly believe in this."

"We have many talented teams, but neither Joe Dumas, Grant Hill, Alan Houston, they don't have the kind of leadership we know, it's a kind of leadership that can make everyone tie together and work together, but I see this leadership in Mo."

"This is more valuable than his vision and other abilities he shows."

As soon as he finished speaking, Houston followed Mo Mengchen's words and hung up the cover to get the ball and shoot at the free throw line.

It is said that if Alan Houston's CET textbook wants to start a training camp for professor CET, Mo Mengchen will not allow his children to register. Why? Although his CET is a general standard in textbooks, the feel and coordination required for this shooting posture are innate, and it is not to say that you can learn it by imitating a posture.

Then came Hill's performance moment.

The earliest Jordan successor saw the dazzling light on him in the first round of the ball today.

Don Reed has a high level of defensive focus. He has heard rumors about Hill. Some say that his first step is as fast as lightning, some say that his shooting is comparable to Miller - this is obviously blown - and some say that his comprehensiveness is comparable to Larry Bird, who has just retired for several years.

Too many people have mentioned him. This pride from Duke has a halo from the moment he enters the league.

Hill's offense has no extra moves. He just dribbled the ball with his right hand and changed direction with his left hand. It was this change direction. Even if you know which way he was going, it would be difficult to block him - it was too fast!

Reed watched the opponent break through, but there was no way. Hill used the ball to break into the basket and dunked directly.

"See or not? What tactics are needed? This is the tactic!"

Houston seemed to want to get Mo Mengchen's consent. In recent years, the Pistons have always played this way, relying on personal performance of the stars.

"The tactics of winning 28 wins and 54 losses per season in three years are really exquisite."

Mo Mengchen's words made Houston's face turn from red to green.

"Damn rookie, don't underestimate this tactic!" Houston's face was full of despicableness.

Houston kept resisting, but his hands and feet followed Mo Mengchen's command. The next set of running positions made the coaching staff on the sidelines amazed.

Lore and Reid put a double cover for Houston at a high position, and then dismantled it in an orderly manner under the command of Mo Mengchen.

At that moment, the Blue Team had no idea who to defend against, and an ordinary double cover actually created three opportunities.

Mo Mengchen passed the ball into the air with a throwing gesture. Reed 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 Hunter wanted to break through Momonchen with speed, and he did it, but before doing it, his body experienced a fierce confrontation.

This confrontation directly led to his dropping the ball, and the result was that the person suddenly broke through and the ball was not there.

Such a defense may be fouled in the official game, but now it is the Pistons' in-squad match. The referee is still Dumas, the representative of the Bad Boys Legion, and he cannot blow the whistle against this level of defense.

The moment the ball was cut off, Reed was like a deep-sea shark smelling the smell of blood. He flew straight up. Mo Mengchen made a long high-altitude pass directing the direction and took Reed into the penalty area. After receiving the ball, he directly dunked the ball at the basket.

"Damn it!"

Hunter stared at Mo Mengchen tightly. This time he really felt a sense of crisis.

Before this, he was just a substitute for Dumas, but his position was very stable. In a few years, Dumas retreated and he would be the starter. Now, Mo Mengchen's arrival will cause huge changes in this matter.

Even Dumas, who was refereeing the sidelines, saw the talent that could not be hidden in Mo Mengchen.

Hunter began to make various brainless choices.

He was forced to break out, and was confronted, and he was covered by the basket.

In another round, he was hit by a strong elbow, causing an offensive foul.

It was still a strong breakthrough, and was frightened by Ratliff's defense and passed the ball, but Mo Mengchen predicted it to steal the ball in the middle of the pass route.

In the first ten minutes, Hunter made a mistake, covered and a foul show.

Due to his brave performance, the Blue Team fell behind by 15 points after the quarter.

Although Mo Mengchen did not score 1 point, he had 4 rebounds and 8 assists. Basically, every positional score of the Red Team was his chance to pass, and every counterattack was his guide.

Although he is not a direct scorer, he is involved in each score process.

Houston scored the team's highest 12 points. He played very easily, but he felt that it could be played easier, just pass him a few more goals.

Mo Mengchen was very annoyed that he was disobedient, but the opponent's pass made him unable to find any fault. Every decision was the most correct, and he would find the person who was most confident.

"Mo, don't you see any strength or weakness in your eyes? This is just a confrontation match. They are very relaxed and will not mess up the opportunity, but have you ever thought about it? The intensity of the official game is ten times stronger than it is now!"

Houston hopes Momonchen values ​​himself.

"Silly wrong view."

Mo Mengchen directly refuted him: "How many points do you think you can get? How many points do you think you can get per game? How many points do you think we have to get per game to win?"

"I..."

"You know you're stronger, so why don't you do something that's better?"

"You are standing next to the side, which is a headache for the Blue Team, but you have to run around and mess up the whole tactics. When it comes to the official game, do you think there will be no problem like this? Can't you use your strong restraint to create opportunities for our weaknesses?"

"If we can't play the tactics, you'll have as many balls as you want!"

"Do you think this game is needed?"

Mo Mengchen's tone became heavier and heavier, as if a veteran who had been fighting for more than ten years was scolding a rookie.

Houston almost apologized and admitted his mistake. He blushed: "Damn rookie, how many games have you played? How dare you talk to me like this?"

"I have played 155 games but only know that there is nothing to say about the CP who fights alone."

Mo Mengchen picked up the water bottle on the ground, turned around, raised his neck, and drank as he walked.

Houston blushed and asked Lore: "What does CP mean?"
Chapter completed!