Chapter 152

Because the broadcaster temporarily decided to add an interview to him before the competition, song Ya was in place early on June 12, and NBC's live reporters stood in front of him with the microphone line.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are at the Chicago stadium, and the fifth game of the finals is about to start. The bulls are still short of a win, and we can win the NBA championship from 90 to 91 seasons!"

DJ is loudly welcoming the audience who have been sitting on land and land, and the scene is very noisy.

Waiting for the signal to cut the neutral, the two can only cover their ears and talk, "last night, little lorry shooting, do you have any inside information?" Chatting about a few topics such as weather, the reporter suddenly raised the volume and asked.

A few days ago, the muffler was jailed for a year. Last night, little lorry was shot at the gate of a Brooklyn nightclub and no one was injured, but it was the top of the entertainment section. Bablo had a password over there, and Tony and others were not allowed to disclose any information to the outside world, and song Ya could not.

"Er..."

Song Ya glanced at the camera on the camera on the shoulder of the photographer. The green light was not on. The shooting incident was not happened when he was interviewed. NBC should not have set it on this occasion, but it was always right to be careful. "I also get the information about this through the news, and it is not more than you know."

"Little Lori has made a lot of negative news in the past year. Unfortunately, he was a good image before. I interviewed him in this stadium." The reporter sighed.

Song Ya smiled and didn't reply. Although he swore not to care about Tony's affairs, he called to greet him yesterday after he learned the news. The babelo was very tight, and it should be more than superficial, but he was not interested in exploring.

As the sportsman's entourage said, little lorry slipped away inevitably to the old road of black rap singers.

"OK." The reporter replied to the microphone, "it's here." He opened his hand to song ya, and counted back silently, "5, 4, 3, 2, 1, hey! Hello, aplus. I saw you again on the court! "

Song Ya has set out to smile, "Yeah, today is a big day, I can't not come."

"Ha ha, really, what do you think of the game?"

"The Lakers are not as hard as us, magicians are in a dilemma, and I think today is the day we kill the game."

"Are you so optimistic?"

"Hey, you know, we..." He was saying, a fat man from behind put forward to grab the mirror, shouting: "we are champions!"

Songya went back and hit him and managed the accident well. "Yes, we are champions, no one can stop us this year."

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

How does song Ya understand this, "I trust Phil so much that he has brought the Bulls together, which is also an important reason why we have been here all the way..."

"What do you want to say to Nicholson?"

"Well, I don't think we've had a chance to meet again in this series." "Not meeting" means the bull will take the game without going away, Song said with a smile.

The two laughed in silence.

The speed of speech is very fast. We will finish the short interview within two minutes of the agreement. "OK, thank you for accepting the interview with aplus, host..." The reporter and song Ya greeted the voice, and then went to the next interview object, a famous basketball destination in Chicago.

"Aplus, can I sign a name?" A boy around 10 came over with a pen and paper with his parents' encouragement.

"OK." Song Ya smiled on the paper, and also asked the boy's name, wrote a paragraph of the message.

Some people beat the head, and the fans came to sign them. Song Ya Lai refused to refuse, and the requirements of women fans' hugging were met one by one. The security came over quickly and stopped the spread of the trend.

Players on both sides have started to warm up in the field, "aplus." And someone called him behind.

He turned to Jordan's agent David farck, "Hey David."

Standing up and hugging him, the two exchanged greetings with each other, "did you tell me before you wanted to get Michael's game clip into the MV?"

David Fark mentioned the old thing. Last time he refused to cooperate, now Song Ya and rememberthename have both been booming, and the foundation of cooperation has been established.

"Now? I'm sure it's OK. " Song Ya goes back to the road.

"Nike has a documentary for Michael." David Fark patted him on the shoulder. "So, I'll go back to your agent."

"Good David."

Goodbye to David Fark, who was in a hurry, and song Ya could finally sit down.

"Aplus seems to be nervous..." At the end of the first section, the scene scene shows song Ya who is watching the game with focus. The commentator says one word. In this case, when the game hits this, they will not talk more about the off-site events.Song Ya is a little nervous. He boasted about the Haikou in the previous interview. If the Bulls really want to go back to play away, will they follow? If you go to Los Angeles, you'll meet Nicholson again, and the media will slap their faces.

“Defence！ Defence！ Defence！”

Can't help but follow the fans shouting defense, Jordan a very wonderful snatch after a dragon jump dunk, let him jump from the seat, applaud loudly.

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

He sat back chagrined.

The Lakers have been dominant, Pippen's three-point equalizing the score, then Jordan's last minute assists, and a free throw.

At the scene of the tsunami, song Ya's eardrum was almost broken.

The Bulls reversed, winning 108-101.

Jordan 30 points 10 help, perfect play, at the moment, he is the God of Chicago.

Numerous fans rushed into the field. Song ya, the nearest one, certainly did not fall behind. After a few steps, he rushed to Jordan. The other side was surrounded by excited teammates and was celebrating his first NBA championship with tears in his eyes.

"Er..."

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

He didn't know what people and things had 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 by the fans behind him, more and more crowded.

"Er..." He held up one hand. "Come on, it's breathless..."

Fortunately, the security personnel quickly separated the crowd and lined up a wall to take the Bulls back to the rest room.

"Hoo..."

Song Ya took a big breath of fresh air. In addition to clapping hands with the fans around him, he didn't know what to do for a while.

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