Chicago 1990

'Wow...'

After Song Ya finished flushing, he went out of the bathroom and got dressed with Hallie, "Let's go." He put on the gold watch and gold chain that he had brought to support his 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 yelled 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, with 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 be rigid. They can't do a body search, 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'll take Hallie to the airport later, 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 lay on the ground. The only sober couple on the sofa was shrinking their whole bodies under the thin quilt, and they were doing morning exercises.

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

A white buddy 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.

Hallie felt that it was commonplace, "The entertainment industry is like this." She whispered comfort, led 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 panties are hung on the street lamp outside. A worker is holding a pole trying to hook it down.

"It doesn't have to be delivered, I can go to the airport myself." Hallie walked to the outside door and said back.

"Send it off." Song Ya put her arms around her, "I just happened to hide out, so as not to have an accident." Leaves appeared in the villa, and he had to rush to flash people.

"Huh? Come so fast?"

A taxi suddenly stopped at the door, and the two people had just finished calling for the car 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 saw Song Ya and asked politely.

"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 the other 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.

"Dila..."

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 and thank you."

Sent away Halle, 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, it's impossible not to 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. To watch the game well is to complete the task. We will do the propaganda."

Keeping 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 from the perspective of the Bulls fans, he finally discovered the reason why Chicagoans hate the Pistons so much. Often losing is one of them, and the Pistons are really fucking 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 resisted, and did not say anything to the Bulls, except for 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, and 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 intensified. Every time Jordan cuts in, it will inevitably be accompanied by a fierce'closing the door'. The two brawny men slammed into him from left and right, and there was a heart-wrenching muscle collision. Dai Phil Jackson, wearing a funny old bow tie, got up frequently to protest to the referee.

"Foul! This is a foul!" Song Ya also shouted loudly with the people around.

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.

"Will, skill, focus, desire to win, even luck... this guy has it all!"

You ready? Let's go!

In the final, the Bulls won 98 to 86. 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.

Yeah, for those of you that

want to know what we're all about

It's like this y'all come on

This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill

Fifteen percent concentrated power of will

Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain

And a hundred percent reason

to remember the name