"This guy is too arrogant."

On the Pistons, it was not Mo Mengchen or Houston who got angry first, but Hill, who looked the best-tempered.

"What do you want to do?" asked the teammate.

Hill said: "I hope to do something special."

He raised his eyebrows while saying, Mo Mengchen still didn't know what he wanted to express: "Why don't I give you the ball directly and you can play it yourself?"

"Very good, I like it, I SO!" Hill smiled confidently.

So that happened. Mo Mengchen gave up the ball and stood aside.

Van Exel sneered: "So you can't even touch the ball with the Pistons? It's so pitiful. A guy like you can be elected the Best of the Week? The league is so blind!"

Van Exel, just 25 years old this year, has the face of a junior high school student.

But his baby face is not a kind-looking child face like Jimmy Lin or Curry.

This made Mo Mengchen want to do a plastic surgery on him, although he couldn't do it.

Even if his surgery failed, the effect would not be uglier than it is now, so he thought he could give it a try, but he just didn't know what Van Exel thought?

Hill's single-handed challenge was rejected by O'Neal's big hat.

The process is like this. Devil Mountain passed by Byron Scott, who entered the last year of his career, entered the penalty area and wanted to debit it. Duke's top talent was very angry.

O'Neal's life is the most dunk on his head from the outside. He would rather stop you with the roughest foul than let others act arrogantly on his head.

The same goes for this round.

Hill wanted to attack hard, O'Neal jumped up and slapped his ball out of bounds like a giant king. Fortunately, neither of them lost their balance, and he hit the ball firmly.

"Smack!"

Hill looked back and saw that the person who applauded was Mo Mengchen.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm happy that the ball is out of bounds." Mo Mengchen clapped his hands expressionlessly.

Hill said angrily: "We are teammates, are you gloat?" "I'm not gloating, I'm gloating for the ball to go out of bounds." Mo Mengchen could hardly control his smile.

"You are laughing!"

"No."

"You just have it!"

"Okay, I'm laughing."

What do you want?

Mo Mengchen stood outside, and Hill returned to his qi and had to go out to serve.

He deliberately did not play tactics for Mo Mengchen, hoping that others would come to get the ball. However, without Mo Mengchen's command, these rough people could not have a decent tactic.

"Damn it, I really don't want to pass the ball to him."

Mo Mengchen stood two meters outside the three-point line, and Van Exel blocked him. In this case, to give the ball to him, accurate long-range missile-level crossing is required.

I can!

The NCAA final's final pass always made Hill feel confident when facing such a pass. He looked at Mo Mengchen and threw the ball out with force.

Van Exel jumped with all his might, trying to intercept the ball, but he could not touch anything. He was humiliating himself.

"Damn bastard, come on!" Van Exel roared.

"Shut up, ugly pig!"

Mo Mengchen's voice fell and he pulled out a three-pointer directly on the spot.

“NO!”

Hill shouted out, this kind of ball is simply a mess!

Mo Mengchen made only three reasons for throwing such a ball: Van Exel is 185. How dare he put him two meters at 185? Although he is two meters outside the three-point line... but he feels very good tonight.

"Swish!"

"Seeing your ugly face, my touch is inexplicably good." Mo Mengchen continued to attack Van Exel's appearance.

The pig is already ugly enough, Mo Mengchen also added the word ugly.

It is difficult to find more insulting words than this.

Fan Crazy was irritated and he yelled.

"Prest!"

Mo Mengchen pointed at the spot and let the giant take the position.

He angered Van Exel, but he just couldn't defend himself. Targeted defense is extremely important at this moment.

The angry Crazy Fan couldn't see his teammates at all, and O'Neal had no intention of taking the position. Only at this moment would he miss the time he was teammates with Penny.

Because, anyway, Penny always puts him first.

Only when his hand feels unsatisfactory will the magical No. 1 start the personal mode. They each have a bright future and have the ability to become a powerful man.

At this moment, O'Neal missed his ex-partner much more.

"Bang!"

"Good hat! From Prest!"

The 224 cm tall can play a role at this moment. Mo Mengchen picked up the ball and ignored the extremely angry Van Exel, sending a long pass to the frontcourt.

"easy!"

Houston catches the ball and dunks.

The piston refilled a wave of 5 to 5.

Then it was Houston's turn to squirt: "If you were still alive last month, we'd chop you up tonight!"

"Just fight like this! Fuck the Lakers to death!"

Dura Jr. originally had the dual fan identity of the Pistons and the Lakers, but because of the existence of a disaster star around him, he completely turned against him.

"Very good, it seems that the Lakers can consider recycling the season ticket for the VIP area you have." The person next to Dura said sarcastically.

Little Dura angrily squirted back: "Go to yours! That season ticket was bought by me for real money, why should I recycle it?"

O'Neal would not watch these guys occupy the ball and refuse to let go. He yelled and asked them to pass the ball out.

Van Exel was a little bit popular just now, but now he has to send the ball out obediently.

"It seems you are the one who has no ball rights." Mo Mengchen mocked, "Do you, an ugly boar, don't even have this little autonomy?"

"If you don't shut up, I'll kill you tonight!" Van Exel roared.

At this time, O'Neal pushed Lauderdale away and hit a small hook, which was very relaxed.

"I need to hit him," Mo Mengchen said to Hill.

Hill asked, "Why?"

"It is good for us to let that guy get out of control." Mo Mengchen said.

Hill had no objection, and the ball was sent to Mo Mengchen's hands.

Seeing Mo Mengchen holding the ball again, Van Exel's eyes turned red and he was scratching his head. How could the referee let go of this action? The whistle beeped.

Van Exel roared constantly.

Mo Mengchen pulled his clothes and sneered: "Not only do you look like a pig, but your head structure is the same as a pig. It is said that organisms are moving forward. Why do I think your IQ is not as good as the people in the Peak Cave?"

"Fuck you!"

Van Exel gave Momonchen an elbow in front of everyone.

The referee quickly gave him a T.

Strangely, no one came to help, but Van Exel's teammates quickly pulled him away to avoid escalation of the situation.

The Silver Fox Harris had to replace Van Exel, who had two fouls.

Before he got out, Mo Mengchen walked to him and provocatively pushed him with his chest.

Everyone's hearts were raised to their throats.

What does he want to do?

Mo Mengchen's teammates were a little scared, and there was nothing this guy dared not do.

He shouldn't have revenge in public, right?

"If you, an ugly pig with low IQ, have the courage to play, just now..." Mo Mengchen approached Van Exel's ear, "I will give it back three times."

As soon as the voice fell, Mo Mengchen hit him gently with his chest again.

It is still a provocation, and no one dares to step forward.

Van Exel was extremely frustrated and did not dare to fight back.
To be continued...