Chicago 1990

Because the broadcaster temporarily decided to add an interview with him before the game, on the evening of June 12th, Song Ya took the position early, and the NBC live reporter took the microphone line and stood in front of him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, now we are at the Chicago Coliseum. Game 5 of the Finals is about to start. The Bulls are still one victory away and they can win the NBA championship from the 90 to 91 season!"

The home DJ is loudly welcoming the audience who are successively seated. The scene is very noisy.

Waiting for the signal to switch over, the two of them could only cover half of their ears and talk, “Do you have any inside information about the shooting of Little Lowry last night?” After chatting about the weather and other topics, the reporter suddenly raised the volume. Asked.

A few days ago, the'silencer' was sentenced to one year in prison. Last night, Lori was shot at the entrance of a nightclub in Brooklyn. No one was injured, but this matter still made the headlines in the entertainment sector. Pablo gave the command to not allow Tony and others to disclose any information to the outside world, nor did Song Ya.

"Uh……"

Song Ya glanced at the camera on the shoulder of the cameraman in front of him. The green light did not turn on. When the interview was scheduled, the shooting hadn’t happened yet. NBC shouldn’t be able to set himself up on this occasion, but it’s always right to be careful. "I also get information on this matter through the news, not more than you know."

"Little Lori has made a lot of negative news this year. It is a pity that he has a really good image before. I have interviewed him in this stadium." The reporter sighed.

Song Ya smiled and didn't reply. Although he vowed not to care about Tony and the others, he called to greet him yesterday after hearing the news. Pablo's tone was very tight, and things should not be as simple as it seemed, but he was also unintentional. Explore.

Just as the sports reporter casually said a pity, little Lori still inevitably slipped into the old road of black rappers.

"Okay." The reporter replied into the microphone, "It's here." He opened his palm to Song Ya and counted down silently, "5, 4, 3, 2, 1, hey! Hello APLUS, here again See you in the stadium!"

Song Ya has put a smile on, "Yeah, today is a big day, I can't help but come."

"Haha, indeed, what do you think of the game?"

"The Lakers are inferior to us in hard power, and the magician is difficult to sing alone. I think today is the day we kill the game.

"Are you so optimistic?"

"Hey, you know, we..." he was talking, and a fat man approached from behind to grab the spotlight and shouted, "We are the champions!"

Song Ya turned his head and gave him a high-five, coping with the accident well, "Yes, we are the champions. No one can stop us this year."

"What do you think of Phil Jackson's tactics?"

Song Ya doesn't understand this, "I trust Phil very much. He has united the entire Bulls team. This is also an important reason why we got here all the way..."

"Do you have anything to say to Nicholson?"

"Uh, I don't think we have a chance to meet again in this series." Song Ya said with a smile, not meeting means that the Bulls will win the game and not play away.

The two smiled tacitly.

Speaking very fast, I finished a short interview within the agreed two minutes, "Okay, thank you for accepting the interview APLUS, host..." The reporter and Song Ya greeted them and went to the next interviewee, a Chicago The basketball star.

"APLUS, can you sign a name for me?" With the encouragement of his parents, a boy of about ten years old came over with a pen and paper.

"Okay." Song Ya smiled and danced on the paper, and asked the little boy's name by the way, and wrote a message.

Someone took the lead, and fans came over and asked for autographs one after another. Song Ya did not refuse to come, and all the female fans' hug requirements were met. On-site security came quickly to stop the spread of this trend.

Players from both sides have already started to warm up, "APLUS." Someone called him from behind.

He looked back and saw Jordan's agent David Falke, "Hey, David."

Standing up and hugging him, the two exchanged affectionately, "You mentioned to me before that you wanted to put Michael's game clip in the MV, right?"

David Falk brought up the old things. Last time he refused to cooperate. Now... Song Ya and RememberTheName have become popular quickly, and the basis for cooperation has been established.

"Shall we talk now? Of course I am fine." Song Ya replied.

"Nike prepared a short documentary for Michael." David Falk patted him on the shoulder. "Let's go back to find your agent."

"Good David."

Saying goodbye to the hurrying David Falk, Song Ya was finally able to sit down.

"APLUS seems to be very nervous..." At the end of the first quarter, the scene footage brought Song Ya who was watching the game intently, and the commentator casually mentioned one sentence. With this sentence, they won't have more of this game. Talk about things off the court.

Song Ya was a little nervous. In the previous interview, he praised Haikou. If the Bulls really want to go back to play away games, will they follow him? If you go to Los Angeles, you will definitely meet Nicholson again, and the media will definitely slap yourself in the face.

"Defence! Defence! Defence!"

Involuntarily following the fans shouting defense in unison, Jordan made a wonderful steal and dunk from the seat, and loudly applauded.

A few seconds later the Lakers returned a 2+1.

He sat back annoyed.

The Lakers have always had the advantage, Pippen's three-pointer tied the score, and then Jordan sent an assist at the last minute and made another free throw.

At the scene there was a tsunami, and Song Ya's eardrum was almost torn.

The Bulls reversed successfully, 108 to 101, and won the game.

Jordan had 30 points and 10 assists and played perfectly. At this moment, he is the **** of Chicago.

Countless fans poured into the venue. Of course, the nearest Song Ya did not fall behind. He rushed to Jordan's side a few steps. The opponent was surrounded by excited teammates~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He was celebrating his life with tears in his eyes. The first NBA championship.

"Uh……"

Song Ya saw the dirty sweat on the players at close range, hesitated a little, opened his arms, jumped up and jumped in.

He doesn't know which people and things in this era have been influenced by his butterfly wings. Anyway, he must be witnessing history at this time, and TV pictures will faithfully record all this.

"Champion! Champion! Champion!"

Soon he was caught in the middle of the fans behind him, squeezing tighter and tighter.

"Uh..." He raised a hand, "Quickly, I'm out of breath..."

Fortunately, the security personnel quickly separated the crowd, lined up a wall, and took the Bulls back to the lounge.

"call……"

Song Ya was breathing in the fresh air, and apart from high-fiving the surrounding fans, he didn't know what to do for a while.