Chapter 119： Performance during the intermission

"Scott..." The DJ on the scene loudly introduced the names of the players on the Bulls team.

"Pippen!" The home fans shouted neatly.

"The next one is our soul, the flying man... Michael..."

"Jordan!"

The ears of the person with the overwhelming call were sore that it was many times higher than when he called ‘Ryan’ just now.

Ryan is a little bit emotional. Michael Jordan is the king here. He is just a passer-by. His stage is destined not to belong here.

As soon as the game started, it was heated up. Basketball is after all one of the favorite sports of Americans. Driven by the atmosphere of the scene, both George and Jinsli began to applaud again and again, but Ryan was quite bored.

He only knows that a goal outside the arc is a three-pointer, and a goal inside the line is a two-pointer. The rest doesn't even know the rules, and how can he understand the game. Clap and high-five and yelling are just pretends. After all, the camera From time to time the camera will be swept over.

Soon, he discovered a strange thing, why is the guy with colorful hair and tattoos missing in the troika? For him, that person is more interested than the basketball emperor!

Ok! He admitted that the reason why he knew Rodman was because of the strange friendship between him and Jin Sanpang that broke the world’s eyeballs in his previous life... Well, there is also the scandal between him and Madonna, according to him It was revealed that Madonna was the woman who surprised him the most. Not only did she dare to **** him in front of her agent, he still couldn't satisfy her...

Thinking of Madonna, Ryan shuddered suddenly, and people in the circle often said that the men or women she played with could go from Beverly Hills to Malibu.

That is the real scary existence...

Ryan has used the ability of one mind and two purposes to the limit. Despite the gossip gossip in his head, when Jinsli and George applauded, he also subconsciously applauded, just like a qualified fan.

"Ryan, get ready, it's going to be an intermission soon!" Jinsli could naturally detect that he was distracted, and quickly reminded.

"Oh~"

responded, Ryan had taken the energy drink and moistened his throat a little. Since the Bulls jersey was just outside the short-sleeved shirt, there was no need to run back to the locker room.

"Today is an important night for the city of Chicago. On this important night, we have invited a heavyweight performer!" When the players exited the field, the coolly dressed cheerleader performed a thigh dance. , DJ's voice came from the live music, "Next, please Ryan...Jenkins, bring us "I Believe I Can Fly"!"

"Wow, please Ryan!"

"Ryan! Ryan! Ryan!"

The call from the scene became louder and louder, and even the sound of music was suppressed.

Ryan had just stepped on the wooden floor, and immediately a blond cheerleader brought the microphone.

took the microphone, before he could speak, the blond girl gave him a hug, the strong smell of perfume almost made him shut his breath.

"Good evening, friends in Chicago! I am very happy to come to the United Sports Center to witness such a great game." Ryan's performance is absolutely worthy of the best supporting actor statuette, "I believe I can fly , Dedicated to all friends who love basketball, dedicated to the great Michael Jordan, dedicated to the basketball **** of Chicago!"

Fortunately, he still knows to converge, and he shouts out the basketball **** of Chicago, otherwise it will definitely cause dissatisfaction in other areas. Michael Jordan is not the future.

When the accompaniment sounded, the audience gradually became quiet, and then Ryan's singing voice sounded.

"I thought I couldn't hold on, life is just a melancholy song, but now I understand..."

Different from the genre of the album, the live accompaniment was re-arranged by Ryan again, adding a little light rock style, the rhythm is more rapid and clear, and the gloom in the song disappears completely, which is more suitable for this kind of hotness. Sing on occasion.

"I believe I can fly, I believe I can touch the sky..."

The song gradually turned to be high-pitched, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Ryan waved to a female cheerleader and motioned for her to throw the basketball over.

"He still plays basketball?"

Many people are a little curious. Everyone knows that Ryan Jenkins devotes all his spare time to work and has never heard of him playing basketball.

The brown basketball has crossed a parabola. Many people are speculating that this talented boy may make a few simple dribbles or turn the ball, or the most basic three-step layup is also possible.

Just under everyone's eyes, the song just came to the buffer after the chorus, and Ryan had...footed.

"Huh~"

Amidst the sighs of the audience, the basketball was like an obedient child, falling steadily on Ryan's feet, as if glued to it, motionless.

"this is?"

Ryan's feet flicked slightly, and the basketball flew up. Left shoulder, right shoulder, forehead, knee, thigh, left foot, right foot, the basketball seemed to have become part of his body, wherever it fell, it would fall. Where.

There are a small number of spectators who have watched a football match, and they have come to understand, this...this is a bumpy ball! Still fancy ball!

"Look, I'm on the verge of victory, shouting loudly can witness the birth of miracles, there are many dreams in life waiting for us to realize..."

When the singing sounded again, basketball's well-behaved Ryan bounced back and forth between his left and right feet. Although he was very confident, it was broadcast live to the United States and even the world. He had to reduce the difficulty of singing. If it messed up, then It's embarrassing.

"I believe I can fly! Spread my wings and fly high!"

Ryan’s old problems began to fall into the sound of the violent music, the blood boiled, the heartbeat quickened, and the jumping side appeared.

"I believe I can fly! I saw me fly into the open door of victory..."

With a lightly pick on his right foot, the basketball flew high, over his head, and fell behind him. Just when everyone thought the ball was about to fly away, Ryan's left foot stretched out, and a scorpion waved its tail. Hook the basketball into the sky again.

"I believe I can fly, I believe I started flying!"

The singing fell, the basketball fell, Ryan's head slightly shrank, and the ball stopped firmly on his forehead.

"Wow~"

There was enthusiastic applause from the audience. Even people who do not understand football anymore understand that this series of juggling is related to the European football.

just...just, this is the basketball court, this is the NBA finals, what do you mean by Ryan Jenkins playing football here? Came here on purpose?

When the companion stopped, Ryan's forehead shook and the basketball fell forward. He swung his right leg and used a standard outside instep volley.

He is at the center of the basketball court. He is ninety-nine percent confident here. He can kick a basketball to the backboard and call the curtain in such a unique way. In his opinion, it is very interesting.

You even changed the time of the show at will, making me miss Nat's birthday. This is Ryan Jenkins's revenge.

I have to say that sometimes, he is so narrow-minded that he must report.

"Boom~"

The basketball flew out in the dull light sound. Ryan didn't even look at it, but turned around pretending to be chic and left.

"Pong~"

heard the sound of a basketball hitting the backboard, and then the audience was silent, as if they were suddenly pressed for a timeout.

what's happenin? Ryan turned his head back in surprise, only to see the basketball bouncing on the floor, still not understanding what was going on, so he looked up at the big screen that was playing back.

The basketball flew away from his right foot, drew a weird arc, hit the backboard above the hoop, and after a clean rebound, it fell into the hoop.

"This is... I kicked it out?" Ryan vaguely remembered that this seemed to be the second time that this happened. After the first time, he had experimented and kicked hundreds of times without success. Today’s **** luck, unexpectedly...

Maybe FIFA should give me a special contribution award. I took great pains to promote this sport in the football desert! Unscrupulous young people have more unscrupulous thoughts.

He knows that this kind of thing can be done in two ways. Besides, he is not interested in promoting football, so he quickly returned to his seat.

"Ryan..."

Jinsli didn't know what to say. She knew very well that she would receive a protest call if she didn't know for sure.

"Ryan! Ryan!"

The fans finally came back to their senses, and the fans who supported him issued a fanatical shout, "Encore! Encore!"

Encore! The corner of Ryan's mouth trembles. If he can play again, what kind of entertainment is he going to play in Europe.

"Is that FOOTBALL?"

"Yes, what Ryan played is called Fancy Ball..."

"Wow, this sport seems to be cool, maybe we should change sports to watch, every day is basketball..."

David Stern was sitting in the VIP table, and he could faintly hear the discussion around him. His face was very ugly. You know, it is Chicago’s proposal to invite Ryan Jenkins to sing live. He nodded and agreed. After all, using his powerful influence among teenagers can further promote the alliance...

It’s just that he actually played a game of soccer in the finals. What’s the matter?

"Go ahead and don't invite Ryan Jenkins again." David Stern said to his assistant with a dark face.

At the same time, in an office, a middle-aged man is watching an NBA live broadcast. Although he is an important member of the 94 World Cup Organizing Committee, what is football to him? Basketball is more interesting.

"Bang Dang~"

In the crisp sound, the boy wearing the No. 23 Bulls jersey easily kicked the basketball into the basket. His mouth slowly opened up, and then he remembered an important thing.

"I Believe I Can Fly" is very suitable for basketball. The young man is so talented and has a huge influence among young people. Why can't you ask him to write an advertising song, shoot it into a MV for promotion, and if you can perform it in British style? The technology of breaking the ball can change the publicity work that has been very unsatisfactory.

By the way, remember to invite Maria Kelly to come, maybe two singer-songwriters can collaborate.

There is no way. To attract the attention of the public in the football desert requires long-term and frequent propaganda work. The laws of football propaganda in other places are simply not applicable on this land.

As for whether it is in line with FIFA practice, American talents who have never dealt with Europeans do not care about this, of course there will be routine notices.