Today's confrontation scored particularly fiercely.

Considering that tomorrow is Thanksgiving, Collins has not arranged much training, and it is precisely for this that his players will devote all their energy to this game.

Mo Mengchen played against Hill and the main players led by Houston.

Such a match is usually one-sided slaughter, but today's game is very fierce.

A total of 21 goals were played. Mo Mengchen's white team has now won the match point and leads the black team by 1 goal.

Hill and the others need to score one goal first, then defend one goal, and then score another goal to win the game.

"Mo, your defense can't stop me!"

After Hill finished speaking, it seemed as if to prove himself, his sudden steps were like lightning and meteors slashing through the sky, and Lore couldn't even react.

Duke's Devil Mountain gets closer to the basket and dunks.

"Good ball~~~!"

Houston yelled with a fist.

"Your defense just now was too bad. As a punishment, you can shoot the last ball." Mo Mengchen said to Lore.

"The last goal?"

Lor was stunned.

Don Reed said: "Yes, if Louis didn't enter, we still have to defend."

"For us, that's the last ball." Theo Ratliff knew what Momonchen meant.

Hill has already played in a state. With his offense, as long as he is a little selfish, Lore can't hold on to him at all. And this is the last goal, he will definitely do it himself, just like before, surpassing the opponent in one step and ending the game.

Hearing Mo Mengchen's words, Lore kept swallowing. He originally just regarded the game as an ordinary confrontation, but now they have the opportunity to defeat the Black Team led by three main players.

Lore is the best player in the offensive end of the White team today. He received four assists from Mo Mengchen and several other points he scored in singles.

He took charge of half of the team's score, which made Collins's eyes shine.

Now, the task of ending the game has fallen on him.

Lor kept breathing and breathing. He wanted to calm down, he wanted to be calm, he wanted to be prepared. He knew that Mo Mengchen would definitely create the best opportunity for him.

Mo Mengchen, who was holding the ball at the top of the arc, suddenly raised his hand.

Lynch Hunter doesn't know what this means, but when Momonchen makes tactical gestures, it usually means that the Blacks' defense is about to collapse.

The coaching staff watched from the sidelines, and a few seconds later, Collins, all opened their mouths.

"This is not our tactic!"

Collins doesn't remember that he had formulated such a tactic, nor has he ever seen such a tactic.

Don Reed and Mark West ran an X line, and they cut the Blacks' defensive veins, while Mo Mengchen suddenly broke through at this time.

Hunter didn't know what was going on behind him. Mo Mengchen made a breakthrough in the middle and no one came to assist in defense. Seeing that the defense line was about to be broken, Hill chased after him.

"It's not that easy, Mo!"

Hill shouted.

Mo Mengchen lifted the ball and leaped gently, but Hill behind him was like a violent beast. He was faster, taller and more explosive than Mo Mengchen.

As long as Mo Mengchen dares to take action, a blood cap is inevitable.

"What?"

Hill stared.

The ball that should have been placed in the basket was slowly turned behind me under the guidance of Mo Mengchen.

Release your fingers and the ball flew backwards.

Lore, who was inserted backwards, just caught the ball and started a slam dunk.

"The White Team won!"

"How did you see it?" Hill shouted, "No, you shouldn't have seen him at all!"

Mo Mengchen wiped his sweat and said, "I don't believe in my teammate's point guard, I'm not a good point guard."

"You won." Hill walked to the sidelines with pain and took out an extremely precious 92 version of the Duke Blue Devils home jersey from his backpack.

That was his jersey, and now he would sign it on it and then give it to Mo Mengchen.

"Keep it in good condition, this version of the jersey is now priceless!"

This is a bet Hill regrets the last time in his life.

"It's not what I want." Mo Mengchen said.

It was what Ephraim’s younger brother Adrian wanted - this is the reason for the incident. Before leaving this morning, Momonchen asked Adrian what Thanksgiving gift he wanted, and he said he wanted Hill’s signature jersey.

That's right, he didn't specify any jersey from Hill, but Mo Mengchen thought that giving gifts, especially things like jerseys, had to be given with collection value. He happened to know that Hill was very precious to a college jersey, so he made a bet with the other party before the game started.

The bet is Hill's jersey and Momonchen's salary this month.

Hill thought they would win, so for Mo Mengchen's meager salary, he bet on the collector's version of Duke jersey that he cherished very much.

"It's not what you want? Then can you give it to me again? I can give you other jerseys!" Hill said reluctantly.

Mo Mengchen rudely snatched the jersey: "I'm willing to accept the loss, Grant."

"Damn it! Goodbye, my beloved Holy Clothes!" Hill said in tears.

"Cruel, so cruel." Houston said.

Reid asked, “How cruel is it?”

Dumas smiled: "Just like Michael Jordan wears a North Carolina shorts in his outer pants anytime and anywhere, that jersey has a special meaning for Grant."

"What's the point?"

"When he first led Duke to the championship, he wore that jersey."

"Oh, that's it..."

Louis M. Lorre was immersed in the joy of winning the game, and as Hill said, his follow-up was not expected.

At first, Mo Mengchen did not say hello to him. He just followed his instinct and he didn't know if the former would pass the ball.

All this happened suddenly.

On the coaching staff, they were also whispering.

"The tactic just now is definitely not the tactic of our team."

"Yes, we've never practiced this tactic."

"Is it Mo's own tactic?"

"What tactics can he have? Maybe it's the University of Washington?"

"I don't believe that the University of Washington can develop such a beautiful tactic."

Collins didn't want to discuss the source of tactics here. The main person who used this tactic stood there and asked him directly.

"Don't, come on." Collins smiled.

Mo Mengchen grabbed Hill's cloak in his hand and came to Collins: "Coach, is there anything wrong?"

"Mo, you won beautifully just now, and I didn't even expect the last pass." Collins said.

"It's just trust, I believe in Louis," Mo Mengchen said.

Collins laughed and said, "Of course, full trust in teammates is also the reason why you can win, but what really created this opportunity was the X cross cover by Don and Theo. We have never played such a tactic. Mo, what's going on?"

That one?

Mo Mengchen finally knew the purpose of Collins talking to him.

This has to start from the beginning. When Mo Mengchen traveled over, understood his situation, and decided to play basketball, he knew that even if he had a system, he might not be able to dominate everything like other time travelers. His injury history was there and he had to pay attention to it.

Later he also confirmed this point. Even if there is a system, improving strength is a long and slow process. He needs to take it slowly. Before he is completely strong, he needs to keep the team competitive.

Without enough strength, he began to read documents related to tactics frantically.

There are still some works by major NCAA coaches, including videos of the competitions from ten or twenty years ago.

Even the black and white videos from the 1950s can be seen with some interesting tactics that are still applicable to this day.

He has only practiced this tactic with Don Reed, Ratliff, and Lore, a classmate, and has never been used in actual combat.

Mo Mengchen named this tactic the scalpel.

"I saw this tactic a few days ago while watching videos of the 1980s UCLA competition and found it interesting, so I tried it tonight, and it was lucky to succeed."

Mo Mengchen didn't want to show off, nor did he want Collins to think that "I'm a waste than him."

Although Collins has no tactics, he is his mentor. At least for the next three years, they all need to get along well.

"So that's it. It seems that I have to watch some videos. We will always improve, especially our technical and tactical literacy. If this thing does not advance, it will retreat." Collins said awkwardly.

This matter has passed.
To be continued...