Mike Bibby's eyes locked in the opponent in front of him.

This man who became famous throughout the United States three years ago is now like a special symbol engraved on the Pistons' team logo.

He is not the strongest player in the league, and he is not even the strongest in the Pistons. Everyone can accurately recognize this, but if they want to defeat the Pistons, they will have to pass this level in the end.

In the Eastern Conference Finals last season, he almost defeated the Bulls with his own strength.

Just the last goal.

For Bibi and other rookies who are new to the league, they have always dreamed of making wonderful performances against Mo Mengchen.

Now Mo Mengchen is in front of Bibi.

He waved his hand, and the Pistons fell into the V-shaped position in the frontcourt. Rashid appeared on the left, and his strong body as strong as a brown bear blocked Bibi. Mo Mengchen flashed out an empty space, grabbed Nowitzki's weakness, raised his hand and made a mid-range shot.

4 to 6

"Rookie, put away your juggling!"

This season, another change in Mo Mengchen's game was that he especially likes to bully rookies.

Especially Bibi, a rookie who is optimistic about becoming a first-class defender in the future, has a cold trash talk and a strong confrontation that does not match the opponent's identity.

This intensity of confrontation is used to deal with rookies that bully the small ones by bullying the big ones, but Mo Mengchen is addicted to this, and Bibi becomes another victim.

Under Mo Mengchen's defense, he couldn't use his hands and feet. If he didn't call a pick-and-roll, he would be almost impossible to move forward.

Divac was about to come up to help, but was stuck by Ben Wallace.

McGrady shouted, ran past Beeby and brought the ball, and Alan Houston followed him.

Young genius and middle-aged man.

McGrady was catching the ball with one hand and was smiling. He knew what he was having fun. His smile made Houston very disgusting.

Suddenly, McGrady started, which used the intermittent dribble to confuse Houston's forced start, no one except Hill could match.

McGrady is younger and has more explosive power.

In less than a second, McGrady took two steps in a row, the first step was side by side with Houston, and the second step was throwing him to the end. The light flashed from the movements made people look at him.

Rashid's eyes were quiet, and he took the initiative to leave Nowitzki and followed quietly, trying to give McGrady a heavy hammer from behind.

Although McGrady had a pair of unintended dead fish eyes, she was not a narrow-minded person. He had already seen Rashid's abnormal movements and deliberately slowed down waiting for him to catch up. McGrady, who was in the second grade, had already made such a decision on the court, and Rashid's active attack was used by him.

Rashid followed McGrady and blocked the ball from behind. McGrady suddenly dropped, and roared that the Heavenly Lord could not get enough and hit him.

"Beep!"

The referee's whistle rang out harshly.

The angry Rashid couldn't help but be so angry that he pointed at the referee's nose and cursed: "Fuck it's so stinky!"

When the referee heard this, he was so terrible. How could you let your foul be so slandered? Not only is this wind, who else can punish this villain in the future?

Beep!

Another technical foul was instantly involved.

Rashid's anger was immediately full. If Hill hadn't stepped forward to pull the person, he would have to hack the referee on the spot.

When Westfall saw it, he quickly called Jerome Williams: "Swap Rashid!"

The roared Heavenly Lord cursed.

"What are you angry?" Mo Mengchen approached Rashidra and went off the court, "You didn't foul?"

Rashid said unwillingly: "I committed it."

"So the referee didn't wrong you, why are you angry?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Rashid's lips trembled with anger. He wanted to teach the damn high school student a lesson, but in the end he was taught a lesson. How could he say this? Naturally, he got angry. He didn't express his anger or was laughed to death? It was just that the referee's T added fuel to the fire and made his anger successful.

Rashid had no way to respond to Mo Mengchen's questioning.

"Now, sit down honestly, don't scream on the field like an orangutan who can't find a partner!"

Mo Mengchen roared at Rashid, which shocked the Heavenly Lord not to answer the conversation.

Hill came over and brought Rashid to the court, comforting him with a soft voice along the way.

When Westfall saw this scene, he felt relieved.

He likes to indulge players, and even if there is a problem, he will not correct it as soon as possible. He is used to letting players find problems by themselves. In the long run, discipline will become loose and some people will do whatever they want.

That's exactly what his failure in the sun was.

The team he is in needs someone to suppress the whole game. This must be one of the most severe players in history, but being tough or not soft will not work. Excessive suppression will accumulate resentment from the players. They also need a good friend to enlighten these people.

Having coached the Pistons for almost a month, Westfal finally knew why Dean Osgus chose him.

He can provide what this team is missing: on-the-spot decisions.

This team can also make up for what he needs: discipline, combat power, potential.

"Rashid, if you can't control your emotions, I won't send you tonight."

Westfall smiled and said a slightly threatening sentence in an understatement.

Rashid sat down depressedly, and no one talked to each other.

Rashid's foul gave the Kings a chance to throw two free throws.

Bibi is ready for free throws.

On the outside, Hill asked, "Why are you so angry?"

"Don't be afraid, it's not for you to show it." Mo Mengchen's words almost made Hill dizzy.

What does he mean to be afraid of? Does it have a cent to me? What am I afraid of?

Hill asked, "Then are you?"

Mo Mengchen looked at the referee who bragged for Rashid: "Ian Dunst has been in the ruling for 21 years, has a rigorous style and focuses on authority, especially he has zero tolerance for idiots like Rashid."

"How are you..." Knowing this word, Hill didn't say it, this is nonsense.

Mo Mengchen will do his homework before the start of each game, including the referee, and he will also find out clearly.

Now Hill understood: "So you are doing a show for him?"

Mo Mengchen no longer explained, and Bibi also completed two free throws.

8 to 4

McGrady stretched, and just now he just thought about it and didn't expect to get Rashid down.

This made him full of energy, and he took the ball again, faced the Central Shooting King, and couldn't wait to show the audience the horror talent God gave him.

"Look at this explosive start!"

Houston snorted disdainfully - naive little devil, do you really think we are idiots?

McGrady ran along the bottom line and was about to dunk to the basket. At this time, a black figure that was not like the inside but was extremely fast suddenly descended and hit his ball directly from the air to the rebound.

"Just help me fuck that little bastard who is not fucking hard!"

Rashid stood up from the bench and shouted excitedly.

The rebound flew towards Mo Mengchen's position. He didn't let the ball stay in his hand for even 1 second. He just added a force from behind the ball to make it fly higher and faster.

Go!

Note that the devil is ahead!

When Hill received this light pass, he praised Mo Mengchen's consciousness from the bottom of his heart. This pass was too fast, just like two people sharing the same brain.

Mo Mengchen knew better than him what he should do.

Hill just wanted to go down quickly, while Mo Mengchen directly pushed the ball to the highest point and guided Hill to the frontcourt.

There is only a basket left in front of you, and you can perform!

Hill swung the ball with one hand, but it was simply but violently smashed it, and stayed on the basket for nearly a second and slowly fell down. He pulled the basket down to protect himself. This action was seen by the fans as provocation, and the front-row fans kept shouting and scolding.

Hill smiled and put the index finger of his right hand to his mouth: "Shh..."

“!#!…”

Rashid stood up and frantically pulled hatred: "Just fuck these bitches who are not as good as those who are not as good as those who are!"

Mo Mengchen noticed that the referee glanced at Rashid several times.

If he doesn't shut up, the referee can give a T on all kinds of false charges.

The Kings attacked with all their might, but the Pistons' defensive toughness was very strong. Houston took turns to put traps on McGrady. He had the nail-board hat just now, so McGrady didn't dare to attack at will.

In the end, Divac made a three-pointer from the outside and made a blacksmith.

"Okay, fuck them to death!"

The meaning of Rashid's existence seems to be to help the Pistons' cultural quality construction go back three years.

Mo Mengchen gave up the counterattack and threw the ball to Hill, turned around and stared at Rashid: "If you can't close your mouth, I'll find someone to put tape to seal your stinky mouth."
To be continued...