Being educated by Jordan is a rare experience. A big stage like the Eastern Conference Finals will make Louis M. Lore's memory even deeper.

He will remember every point Jordan got on him.

I don’t know when it started, Mo Mengchen stopped helping him, but let Jordan score on him.

14 to 10

The Bulls led by 4 points, and the Pistons' pass was destroyed and out of bounds. They needed to organize a brand new attack.

Hill stood at the bottom corner on the left and asked Mo Mengchen to pass the ball to him.

There is no time to hesitate.

If they lose this game, their journey will come to an end here, which is something Hill doesn't want to see.

Devil Mountain's eyes were mixed with many emotions, and his teammates saw a whole sky.

Pipen's center of gravity was very low, looking no different from the 180 cm guards, while Hill raised the ball over his head with both hands and slowly lowered it.

When a master fights, the winner is just a matter of moment.

Hill's ball seemed to be lowered to the left, and he also successfully brought Pipen's defense to his left. It may be a slight difference, but the explosive power of Devil Mountain can turn this slight difference into a slight distance as far as a thousand miles.

He twisted his body violently and took a forced step, which was the difference between him and Pipen.

He is also an organizational forward with a 203 cm structure, and few people can match Hill's explosive power. A half-second mistake is enough to allow him to break through Pi Peng.

Hill scored a jump shot from the left free throw line.

12 to 14

Hill is not like Pi Peng. He doesn't know how to spit out trash. Even if he scored such a tough goal, he did not show any arrogance.

This kind of thing needs someone else to do.

"Just fight like this, that country bumpkin can't defend you!"

Mo Mengchen spoke loudly, afraid that Pi Peng would not hear it, Hill looked bitter. Mo Mengchen was so angry that he was the one who endured the buffalo rage.

"You don't have to be polite to him, just as he has never been polite to you."

After saying that, Mo Mengchen and Hill were both involved in defense at the same time.

Pipen was stuck in a row and could not break through to a deeper position.

As a guard, he developed reliable basic skills since childhood. His height has skyrocketed in his first year of college and has a bright future since then because he has grown taller but has not reduced flexibility. The basic skills he practiced when he was a child have become his sharpest weapon, but he is different from Hill.

He can't pass anyone who has thought about it like Devil Mountain.

If there are no big loopholes in the defense, it will be difficult for him to break through in one step.

Hill made a defense that suited his value in this round, which is the second-tier defense of the best defensive lineup.

Pipen's scalp was numb because of his guard. At first glance, the only chance he had was to pull to the right wing and approach Luke Longley from outside the three-point line.

There was only that chance that he passed the ball.

"Do you think we are idiots?"

Mo Mengchen, who was ambushing next to Ratliff, rushed over and cut the ball down. Pipen suddenly found that Hill had already rushed forward after he passed the ball.

This is what they planned!

Pipen realized this.

The moment Mo Mengchen cut the ball, his body had not yet recovered his balance and threw the ball into the frontcourt with his right hand.

Only by watching this shot repeatedly can you realize how terrible this is.

"Missile-like pass, reaching Grant Hill's palm!"

Hill caught the ball and stepped up his pace, which is what he wanted to prove.

boom!

14 to 14

"Scott, how many times have you told me? Give me the ball!"

Jordan stood upright, and Lor behind him was as beautiful as a woman. It was impossible to expect him to resist Jordan.

Frauses let him play because he can hold the ball, have three points, and organize. His presence can allow the team to have one more point on the outside and make up for the lack of firepower on the outside after Houston's exit.

But Jordan guarded him tightly. He had no chance to shoot at all. He just made a few basketball transition stations, and other highlights were common.

Frauses also thought about letting others go, but after thinking about it, Lor is the most suitable for him because of his comprehensiveness.

At the right side forty-five degrees, outside the paint area, most people break through to this position and are preparing to collect the ball and start layups or dunk.

And here is also the best starting point for low-post offense, forty-five degrees, with a wide field of vision, and can pass the ball and attack.

Jordan looked back and saw that it was not because he was afraid of Lor's defense. He just wanted to know if anyone was playing hide-and-seek behind this poor, timid and helpless bastard. If not, he would have to chop Lor alive.

No one, not one.

"Your teammates are so relieved to you!"

Jordan sneered, his body exerted continuous force, and his eyes blinked and rushed into the paint area. Now is the time to attack. If it is later, the piston's double-team will come.

Jordan turned around and hit Lore's elbow, which was a regular insider confrontation.

Lore was pushed away and lost his best defensive position.

His position was occupied by Jordan, and the flying man jumped, and Lore felt him scratching Jordan's arm.

The referee's whistle reminded him that it was not an illusion. He really encountered the opponent and was also hit by a body whistle.

"Swish!"

Jordan shouted angrily, he did not forget how Lor had fouled him before.

"Cry for me, useless waste!"

Frauses finally realized that Lore and Jordan could not match up, so he used this foul to replace the person.

Louis M. Lore, his first appearance in the Eastern Conference Finals, had 2 rebounds and 2 assists in those six minutes.

Don Reed replaced him.

“You did a great job.”

Before Luoer left the scene, Mo Mengchen stopped him.

"I'm not good at all." Lor shook his head stiffly.

Hill felt very uncomfortable when he saw Mo Mengchen so "consider" Lore. He was not like this to others.

"Mo, if you can comfort me like this, maybe I can play better," Hill said.

"Take it down."

Mo Mengchen came to the outside line and saw Jordan get extra punishment.

Jordan did not miss, 17 to 14.

Like Jordan, Hill used Pipen as Lore to beat him. His decisive positioning made the opponent behind him feel offended.

Anyway, Pipen has been ranked first in the best defensive team for many years. What did Hill regard him as?

"I will definitely make you regret it!"

Pi Peng said coldly.

Hill was carrying the ball, and every inch of his muscles was under his control.

He also bumped twice like Jordan, then turned over and jumped up, and the shooting height made it difficult for Pipen to approach. Even if his shooting posture was a point-deduction item, the shooting height was enough.

"Hit again!"

"Grant Hill stands up tonight!"

Hill clenched his fist and yelled.

The anger that has been accumulated over the past few days is about to emerge, and even a gentleman like Grant Hill can only shout like a rough man.

This is the only way he can vent.

Pipen was so angry that he couldn't control himself, so he dribbled the ball and wanted to score at the basket.

"How could I let you succeed?" Pollard's hairstyle was eye-catching, and now he did something even more eye-catching - blocking Pipen!

He was very nervous and had never stopped since the opening. After covering this, the tension subsided.

Hill chased in and picked up the basketball on the ground. Like Mo Mengchen, he got the ball. He didn't want to advance, but searched for his teammates in front of him. The dazzling speed of Piston No. 9 isn't it just the bastard who scolds them on weekdays?

"Mo!"

Mo Mengchen received a long pass from Hill, but he did not get rid of Harper.

Mo Mengchen swung his hand to the left, shook Harper's center of gravity and handed the ball to the right, stepped into the three-point line and jumped up.

Harper followed, touching his extra palms on his stomach.

Mo Mengchen directly gave a performance to calm the referee on the scene.
To be continued...