This is the biggest irony in the history of the finals. O'Neal has destructive power when entering the penalty area. As long as he gets the ball at that position, it usually means a failure in defense.

Tonight, in the last 7 seconds, O'Neal grabbed offensive rebounds four times in a row, but was blocked by the Pistons four times.

Rashid, Houston, Hill and Momontchen.

The flying Superman took 4 shots in the last moment, which made his 42 points and 30 rebounds in a single game meaningless, and also made him capture 16 offensive rebounds in a single game in the finals a footnote to the legend.

Mo Mengchen's closure made everyone in horror, and the game was over.

"Derties, led by Dor.mo, won this crucial battle on Tianwang Mountain!"

"For the Lakers, this means they have no way out!"

"For the remaining two finals, they have to move to Detroit to make their last try!"

The fans left the court in frustration. They didn't know what kind of mood they should face this defeat. The picture of Momont's dust covering O'Neal will be forever engraved in their hearts.

The players from the Pistons rushed up to cheer, and Mo Mengchen's right ring finger was still dripping with blood, and no one did anything too much to him.

dor.mo walked to the sidelines, and the reporter looked at him with anticipation.

It's not good to be expected at all, but Mo Mengchen deserves such expectations. Tonight, he scored 44 points, 8 rebounds and 13 assists, and blocking the Lakers will add to this game.

Moreover, the person he blocked was O'Neal. Think about how important that block is to the game, and the outside world will infinitely magnify the game.

In a game that is related to life and death, O'Neal lost to Mo Mengchen.

Maybe his data is more dazzling, but he loses, and that's the result.

"Congratulations on winning the game. Are you confident of winning the championship at home next?" the reporter asked directly.

A sinister question, but I like it.

Mo Mengchen replied: "Any team that reaches the final should aim to win the cup, so of course."

"Can you talk about that closure?"

This beautiful female reporter probably didn't know that she was like a very lustful man, but she found an extremely traditional woman. They agreed not to have any sexual behavior before getting married. As a result, on the day of the wedding, before the guests left, she hurriedly went to the kang. But I like it.

"Shak has always claimed that Superman can fly and will never be blocked. Through tonight's game, I think he will understand a truth." Mo Mengchen repeated the sentence, "Never say forever."

After saying that, Mo Mengchen turned around and walked towards the player channel, without giving the beautiful reporter a third chance to ask questions.

"Congratulations on winning, you played a great game!"

"Thanks."

At the intersection of the player's passage, he saw Hill.

If Mo Mengchen was the first win for the Pistons tonight, then Hill would definitely be behind him, and it would not be much worse than him.

Although his data was a little worse than Mo Mengchen, and he only scored 23 points, 12 rebounds and 6 assists in the whole game, he paid a lot on the defensive end. From the first game of the Finals to tonight, Glenn Rice was defended by him by only 11 points per game, and his shooting percentage dropped below 40%.

Rice is the third leader of the Lakers. He averaged 18 points per game in the regular season and averaged 15 points per game in the playoffs before the Finals. Hill defended him as an outside cancer with low output and terrible efficiency.

Moreover, when Mo Mengchen was looking for the touch in the first half, he led the team to bite the game at the stage when the Lakers led the Pistons by 10 points.

Without his help, Mo Mengchen could not stand up in the second half.

"How are your hands?" Hill asked.

Mo Mengchen slowly raised his right hand, and the fingernails of the ring finger had been opened and could fall off at any time. It was covered with blood red, which looked scary.

"Maybe I'm too excited and it doesn't hurt too much." Mo Mengchen looked at the bloody ring finger.

"Speaking of it, that block..." Hill recalled the last moment of tonight. In those thrilling seconds, O'Neal grabbed offensive rebounds in a row but was blocked by the Pistons.

The last goal was no longer possible because O'Neal jumped into the air completely and none of them could keep up.

Mo Mengchen appeared behind O'Neal and avoided the confrontation. His bullet speed was faster than O'Neal, and the rising trend reminded Hill of Rodman and Jordan at his peak.

The bounce speed was as fast as he jumped, and his vertical bounce might be less than one meter, but his bounce speed was too fast, and the shark was still rising. He had jumped to the highest point when he jumped up. That was the key to the realization of the block.

Judging from the speed of bullets, Mo Mengchen is definitely one of the best physical players in the league.

Speed, agility, coordination, bounce speed and bounce are all in short supply.

However, five years ago, when he first came to the Pistons, he clearly lacked everything.

"Don't ask why, I don't know." Mo Mengchen couldn't explain this question. At this time, just like a child who asked for leave with excuses of dizziness and headaches in order to be lazy at home, he could perfectly avoid all interrogations.

Hill didn't know how Mo Mengchen did this, but he thought of some other questions.

When Mo Mengchen was short of everything, he could handle the game freely. Although he would encounter many problems, the team could help him make up for it. Now, he has no shortcomings.

It's like a hole full of potential, and you can't see the bottom.

They returned to the locker room together, which was noisy and excited to win the match point. Rashid was shirtless, swaying his jerseys that looked like gorillas in the jungle.

The three of the four who blocked O'Neal at the last moment began to sing together business.

If David Wise hadn't helped Momonchen take care of his fingernails, Momonchen would have probably joined this ranks.

"Now, that fat man shouldn't say anything about Superman flying, right?" When Rashid said this, his mouth was full of slutty smile, making people want to punch him in the face of his bear.

Westfall was more concerned about Mo Mengchen's injury: "David, how about Mo?"

"The bones were not damaged. Within two days, his right ring finger nails would fall off, and there would be no subsequent impact, but..."

It will hurt a lot.

"But it will not affect the home game." Mo Mengchen did not let Wise disrupt the morale of the army, "Don't worry."

Wise looked at him. Mo Mengchen was also a doctor. He should know how painful it really hurts.

Although he did not hurt the bone, the force of blocking the shark just now was too strong. The fingernail of the ring finger hit the ball, and the fingernail was torn on the spot, and there was a laceration on his finger.

Such an injury can be healed in about half a month, but the Piston will have to play in two days. If he appears with an injury, as long as he uses his right hand, every move will cause a stinging feeling.

Although there is no big problem, the small problems it brings are enough to torture people with steel will to curse the sky.

"Coach, we have to attend the press conference, right?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Westfal nodded, and when he learned that Mo Mengchen was fine, he felt much more at ease. As long as the latter could play, they would be sure to win the series at home.

The third young master of Pistons attended the press conference with Westfal. As the third of the four who blocked O'Neal at the last moment, the reporter had many problems.

Houston's answer was the most intense, and he repeated Momonchen's words to O'Neal: "It turns out that Superman can't fly."

This sentence also became the title or citation title of many media articles the next day.

That night, Mo Mengchen stayed in the room, constantly distracting his attention and fading the pain.

The longer the time, the greater the pain on the ring finger.

"How can you propose if this continues?" Mo Mengchen stared at the ring gift box beside the bed.

Think about it, how embarrassing would it be if your ring finger trembled and the ring fell off when you proposed?

At such a sacred moment, when many people watched and then something happened, would he still be a human being?

The more I think about this, the more painful my nails are.

Now, someone is coming.

"Before my nails are restored, you don't have to knock on the door when you come to my room. Just use your face to knock the door open. I will be responsible for any problems."

The thoughts of dor.mo made Devil Mountain look dark.

"How is it?" He still had to care about Mo Mengchen, otherwise it would be meaningless to come here at the risk of being squirted.

"It hurts very much," Mo Mengchen did not hide it from Hill. He had to know about it. "In the next game, I need you to share some pressure for me."

Devil Mountain said arrogantly: "Is such a simple request a bit offensive to the first person in the league?"

Well, I don’t know how many years it will take to see a first player in the league who hasn’t even entered the best team.

"You have to bring the rhythm up. Before my injury recovers, my shooting is no longer reliable." Mo Mengchen didn't want to hurt his spirit. It would be better to make him full of fighting spirit now - it would be best to be so excited that he would have insomnia at night, anyway, there will be no game tomorrow.

Hill was just a joke at first, but Mo Mengchen's attitude became more and more serious, and he began to realize the seriousness of the matter.

"You really..."

"Do you think my acting skills are good?"

Hill turned his eyes and suddenly saw the ring box at the head of the bed: "Is that a ring?"

It's obvious.

“Proposal ring?”

It seems yes.

"Who are you going to propose to?" Hill asked knowingly, "Oh, it seems that the arrogant dor.mo finally wants to make up his mind? Unfortunately, you are still one step late, my son will be born in another four months!"

Mo Mengchen walked to the door silently and opened the door.

"It's so late, where are you going?"

"Are you getting out by yourself, or will I throw you out?"

As a man, how can he be so despicable? Of course he has gone out!

Mo Mengchen sent Hill away, and as soon as the door was closed, his ring finger hurt even more.

He suddenly discovered that Devil Mountain was a magic weapon to divert attention. Although this guy often made him angry, when we were with a fool, we would naturally be attracted by his stupidity, and the pain on our ring fingers would be reduced a little.

Is it still time to go out and call him back now?

dor.mo considers this issue seriously.
Chapter completed!