Some people listened to this, while others didn't.

Mo Mengchen's eyes fell on Wallace, and he was sitting on the sidelines, feeling depressed.

"The coach will ask you to continue playing in the second game. Do you want to sit here and stare blankly, or warm up and try to perform well?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Wallace looked up at him and asked, "Mo, I didn't mean it."

"I said, I would rather you do it on purpose than be forced to take action." Mo Mengchen said.

Wallace didn't understand. He clearly said that such a method should not be used on his teammates, so why would he say that I would rather do it on purpose?

"If you do it on purpose, such a method is naturally undesirable, and I will also be disgusted with you, but that also shows from the side that you are a guy who uses any means to win. We need such a guy, and we lack such a guy."

"If it happens, it means you are just a coward." Mo Mengchen asked, "Which kind of person are you?"

Wallace was in a state of great emotion and told Mo Mengchen loudly: "I just want to stop Charles!"

Mo Mengchen said: "This is a good answer."

Ma Hong looked at Momonchen, who seemed to comfort Wallace from a distance, and said to Dumas: "I began to know why you blew this kid to heaven."

"Why?"

Dumas does not think this game can show all the advantages of Momonchen.

In the match just now, Mo Mengchen just let everyone know that he was the one who said the same thing on the court. As for his other advantages, they cannot be well displayed here.

"I can't tell why. If someone else spoke to me like this, my fists would have called him up long ago!" Ma Hong looked at Mo Mengchen, "This guy is different. I wanted to prove it to him at that time. From now on, I will keep a close eye on him. If he had a slight slack, I would spray back ten times a hundred times!"

Dumas did not comment on this, it seemed that Ma Hong also felt it.

Mo Mengchen has this strange charm. His ridicule can make anyone with a peaceful nature furious. Even a heinous bastard like Ma Hong will be inspired by him.

They all just wanted to prove it to him.

The same thing, they experienced it last season.

"When the season begins, you will find that this guy has many advantages. Making your attitude correct is just one thing he does at will." Dumas said with a smile.

Later, the second confrontation match also began.

White team: Kenny Smith, Michael Curry, Don Reed, Theo Ratliff, Ben Wallace.

Blacks: Boyce, Letrio Green, Louis M. Lore, Thorpe, Lauderdale.

These two games can be seen how deep the Pistons' lineup is.

This is true for both inner and outer lines.

I have to say a few questions, that is, there is no good substitute at the second position, and there is no absolute height at the fourth and fifth positions - Lauderdale's strength is not as strong as the starting lineup. Judging from the competition, he is even in a high-quality substitute. In addition to being on the top of defense and using height to protect the basket, he has very few advantages. It is also surprising that such a guy can become a first-round pick.

The White Team's ability to protect the basket is extremely terrifying.

Ratliff and Wallace, two future blocking kings, supported the White team's penalty area at the same time.

This is a real no-fly zone. The Black Team does not have a talented slew man like Hill, so it cannot challenge the defense line built by these two people in collaboration.

Wallace finished Ratlivgai, and the defense of these two men shocked the teammates on the scene.

"Another cover! It's too cruel, right?"

"Can Theo Ratliff still shoot?"

"This guy's free throw jump shot is so accurate!"

A happier point, Ratliff's shooting became stable.

Mo Mengchen breathed lightly, and finally there was someone who could pull space.

He suddenly thought of a combination, Barkley and Ratliff, both of which can pull the inside line that breaks through the space, and Ratliff can also make up for Barkley's shortcomings on the defensive end.

But Collins probably won't put either Thorpe or Barkley on the bench to take advantage of Ratliff's blocking ability.

This pedantic guy only believes in these successful and famous old men.

If Barkley doesn't come, Ratliff should be the best candidate for the starting center. When this fat man comes, Ratliff's time to play will undoubtedly be postponed.

Mo Mengchen can guess the regular starter of the new season without even thinking.

He himself, Houston, Hill, Barkley, Thorpe.

There is no absolute height, and there is no pillar in the penalty area. The advantage is that the offensive end is full of firepower. Except for Mo Mengchen, the other four people have the ability to launch an attack alone.

Such a lineup has great flaws and does not have the potential to stimulate the depth of the lineup.

Although the Pistons have a good lineup depth, Mo Mengchen doesn't think Collins can make full use of this. If six or seven people are still playing at that time, the lineup depth will be a joke.

Although Collins is Mo Mengchen's mentor, he is not optimistic about this mentor's mentoring ability at all.

A year has passed and the team has not formed any system.

"well..."

Mo Mengchen stood up, his mood was a little confused. Anyway, there was no suspense in this confrontation, and the white team must win.

Kenny Smith is worthy of being the champion guard. The White team was calm under his command. Wallace and Ratliff blocked the Black team in succession, and the White team made continuous counterattacks.

The problem with the Black team is that it is not useful. Lauderdale is huge and terrifying, but he moves slowly. Although he has a height advantage, he cannot keep up with the pace of the game. Reed and Lore are both team players who need others to make cakes, but their ball holder Boyce is a solo defender. He doesn't know how to use the abilities of these two people. He only knows how to fight alone and get a sudden score. Thank God.

There is no suspense, the White team slaughtered the Black team with a 14-point advantage.

Momonchen made a shot against Houston at another venue.

This is also a massacre.

After Houston scored ten goals in a row, Mo Mengchen began to perform.

Ten goals, no sign of missing.

Twenty goals, it seems that you will never lose the shot.

Thirty goals, when will it end?

"Are you finished?" Houston was furious.

Forty goals, you won't lose.

Houston shouted, "Will someone be with you to practice like this?"

"Be your caddie, don't talk so much nonsense." Mo Mengchen said.

Ball...Cycling?

Is he crazy? Houston blushed and continued to pass the ball.

Mo Mengchen scored 120 goals in a row and finally missed.

Houston was almost crying after a moving scene, and he hoped to shed a drop of crocodile tears.

He held the ball, trying to let Mo Mengchen try the same pain, and then,

“Duang!”
Chapter completed!