Chicago 1990

　　 "Wow..."

　　 Song Ya finished flushing, got out of the bathroom and got dressed with Hallie, "Let's go." He put on the gold watch and gold chain specially brought to support the aura, checked the room again, and the two walked out of the master bedroom.

　　 The hallway outside was filled with the unpleasant smell of leaves, "FXXK!" He cursed with anger, "Big A!" Boom boom boom knocked on the door of another bedroom.

　　 "What's wrong?" Big A opened the door in a daze, and there were two women lying on the bed inside.

　　 "What did I say? Clean body! Clean! You smell it!" Song Ya roared.

　　 "Uh...I control at most what they don't need to do. They can't search their bodies, and everyone is drinking too much..."

　　 Big A yawned nonchalantly, "What time is it."

　　 "It's nine o'clock in the morning." Song Ya showed him his watch, "I will send Harry to the airport, here..."

　　 "Don't worry, don't worry, I will send them away before noon." Big A patted his chest and promised.

　　 "Really."

　　 angrily walked to the top of the stairs, and found that from the stairs to the lobby on the first floor, the men and women were lying on the floor. The only sober pair on the sofa was shrinking their whole bodies under the thin quilt, doing morning exercises one by one.

　　 Disposable paper cups, broken glass, shoes, socks, etc. were thrown everywhere, and the stains of all kinds of drinks were piled up.

　　 A white guy was snoring loudly on the speaker brought from the A+ record, and his saliva was about to form a lake on the cabinet.

　　 "My God!" Faced with this situation, Song Ya could only hold his head and sigh.

　　Harry felt ordinary, "The entertainment industry is like this." She whispered to comfort, leading Song Ya to step carefully, avoiding these drunk people like dogs, and walked outside the villa.

The cleaning staff of the service company have already begun to work. They are packing up the bar and other things, and grabbing the sundries from the swimming pool with a long pole net bag. I don't know which girl’s lace **** are hung on the street lamp outside. A worker is holding a pole trying to hook it down.

　　 "No need to send it, I can go to the airport myself." Hallie walked to the outside door and said back.

　　 "Let's send it off." Song Ya put her arm around her, "I just hide out to avoid accidents." Leaves appeared in the villa, and he had to rush.

　　 "Huh? Come so fast?"

　　 A taxi stopped at the door. The two people had just finished calling for the taxi upstairs. It stands to reason that the taxi company’s car would take at least 15 minutes to arrive.

　　 It turned out that it wasn't what they called. Di Lai's white girlfriend got out of it. "Where is Di Lai!?" She asked Song Ya in a polite manner.

　　 "Uh..." Song Ya really didn't know where Dile was.

Dile’s girlfriend ignored him and rushed directly into the villa. After a while, there was a loud noise inside, "I quit my job in New York and came here with you. Did you treat me like this..." His girlfriend’s crying spread, Song Ya led Hallie to take a look. In another bedroom, Dile sat on the bed with her head hanging down and was caught by her girlfriend. A naked black girl ran away with her clothes in between. come out.

　　 "Dilai..."

　　 Song Ya observed a moment of silence for him, "Let’s run quickly." He simply took Hallie into the taxi at the door, "Go to the airport, thank you."

Sent Halle away, compensated the service company for a loss, and then sent Dile away, who was going to New York to recover his girlfriend, bought a Christmas tree, went home and had a lively Christmas with his family, twenty On the evening of the 5th, he walked into the Chicago Stadium and sat in the VIP seat closest to the stadium.

　　 "Don't worry about the camera, you can't be taken to your location."

　　 "Don't look around, immerse yourself in watching the game. If you watch the game absently, you will lose points among the basketball fans."

　　 "Cheer for the Bulls. You are a Chicago native. Supporting the Bulls is justified. Fans in other places and even Detroit will not blame you for this."

　　 "In short, don't do anything inappropriate. Watching the game well is to complete the task. We will do the propaganda."

　　 Bearing in mind the advice of the Colombian propaganda officer, he entered the stadium and focused completely on the game.

　　 After a lengthy pre-match performance and national anthem ceremony, the game began.

The previous time I watched the Bulls game in Detroit, because he didn’t watch basketball very much, and he took Mira, patronizing her and me, and with an attitude of gloating towards Lori, he even preferred to see the Bulls. Lose a little, so there is no talk of watching the game.

This time it was completely different. The Bulls were at home and the audience came with the idea of ​​revenge for their defeat in the Eastern Conference Finals. The atmosphere was extremely enthusiastic from the beginning. Watching the game from close range, Song Ya deliberately guided himself into it. Quickly, he also joined the frenzy and became a member of the Bulls fans.

　　Immersed into the game and replaced it with the perspective of the Bulls fans, he finally discovered the reason why Chicagoans hate the Pistons so much. Often losing is one of them. Besides, the Pistons are really **** dirty.

Roughly carrying people, maliciously using elbows, stepping feet, jumping up and then pressing down heavily on Jordan, these bad guys do almost everything, especially Lambir and Rodman, the style of play is so barbaric that they don’t watch the ball very much. Song Ya was itchy with hatred. When the Bulls failed an attack and the smiling assassin Thomas dribbled past him triumphantly, he even had the urge to stretch out his leg and trip him over.

　　 Of course, he held it back, and did not help the Bulls. It was no good to himself other than getting the news page.

　　 Before the end of the first half, the Bulls were behind forty-three to forty-eight. Jordan made a cool dribble from behind and scored two points.

　　 Song Ya and all the audience stood up and applauded. The deafening cheers were about to knock down the old Chicago Stadium.

At the end of the third quarter, Chicago overtook the score. In the fourth quarter, the Pistons got worse. Every time Jordan cuts in, it is bound to be accompanied by a fierce'closing the door'. Two strong men slammed into him from side to side, and there was a heartbreaking muscle collision~www .wuxiaspot.com ~ Phil Jackson, wearing a funny old-fashioned bow tie, got up frequently to protest to the referee.

　　 "Foul! This is a foul!" Song Ya also yelled at the people around him.

He who doesn’t know much about the ball can feel that Jordan has improved this season. In addition to working alone, he will often split the ball and cooperate. He is not afraid of confrontation. At the same time, he is very smart. In the face of various double doubles and malicious violations, he flexibly uses perversion. His balance ability pulls rod layups, stops jump shots, cheats and fouls free throws, almost omnipotent.

　　 "The will, skills, concentration, desire to win, even luck...this guy has it all!"

　　Youready? Let\'sgo!

　　The Bulls won 98 to 86 in the final game. Jordan scored 37 points. After the game, he walked to the audience and opened his hands. Song Ya, together with all the audience, stood up and applauded him. He was really impressed.

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