'Whoa......'

Song Ya finished flushing the water and got dressed with Hallie in the bathroom, "Let's go." He put on the gold watch and gold chain that he had specially 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 foul smell of leaves, "FXXK!" He was so angry that he scolded, "Big A! There was a knock on the door of the other bedroom.

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

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

"Uh...... The most I can do is keep them from being forced, they can't be searched, and everybody's drunk......"

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 Harley to the airport later, ...... here"

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

"Really."

Breathlessly walked to the staircase, and found that from the staircase to the hall on the first floor, the men and women were lying on the ground, and the only awake couple on the sofa were shrunk under the thin quilt, shrugging and shrugging for morning exercises.

Disposable paper cups, broken glass, shoes and socks were thrown everywhere, and stains from all kinds of drinks were thrown here and there.

A white guy was lying on the stereo from A+ Records, snoring loudly, drooling on the box and sobbing like a lake.

"OMG!" Faced with this situation, Song Ya could only hold her head and sigh.

Hallie felt that it was normal, "The entertainment industry is like this." She whispered comfort, led Song Ya to her feet carefully, avoided these people who were drunk like dead dogs, and walked outside the villa.

The cleaning staff of the service company were already at work, they were packing up the bar and everything, and they were scooping up the debris from the pool with a long pole net, and I don't know which girl's lace panties were hanging on the street lamp outside, and a worker was holding a pole trying to hook it off.

"I don't have to send it, I'll just go to the airport myself." Harley walked to the door outside and looked back.

"Let's send it away." Song Ya hugged her, "I just hid out to save accidents." "There are leaves in the villa, and he has to flash them quickly.

"Huh? Coming so fast? ”

A taxi braked sharply at the door, and the two had just finished hailing a taxi upstairs, and it stands to reason that the taxi company's car would take at least fifteen minutes to arrive.

It turned out that it wasn't what they called, and Delay's white girlfriend got out of it, "Where's Delay!?" When she saw Song Ya, she asked unceremoniously.

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

Delai's girlfriend ignored him and rushed directly into the villa, and after a while, there was a loud noise inside, "I quit my job in New York and followed you here, is this how you treat me......" Delai's girlfriend's cry spread, Song Ya led Hallie to follow up and take a look, in the other bedroom, Delai sat on the bed with her head hanging and was caught by her girlfriend, and a sleek black girl escaped with her clothes in her hands.

"DeLay ......"

Song Ya was silent for him for a second, "Let's run quickly." He simply pulled Hallie into the taxi at the door, "Thank you for going to the airport." ”

Sending Hallie away, paying the service company a loss fee, and then sending DeLay, who was going to New York to recover his girlfriend, bought a Christmas tree, went home to spend a lively Christmas with his family, and on the evening of the 25th, he walked into the Chicago Stadium and sat in the VIP seat closest to the court.

"Leave the camera alone, it's impossible for your location not to be brought."

"Don't look around, immerse yourself in watching the game, if you watch the game absent-mindedly, you will lose points in the basketball fan community."

"Cheers to the Bulls, you're Chicagoan, it's only natural to support the Bulls, and fans elsewhere or even Detroit won't blame you for that."

"In short, don't do anything inappropriate, watching the game well is to complete the task, and we will do the publicity things."

Keeping in mind the advice of the head of Colombia's publicity, he entered the pitch and focused entirely on the game.

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

The time he watched the Bulls in Detroit before, because he didn't watch basketball much, and he took Mira with him to patronize her, and he gloated over Lowry Jr., he even preferred to see the Bulls lose a little, so he couldn't talk about watching the game with dedication at all.

This time it was completely different, the Bulls were at home, the audience came with the idea of revenge for the defeat in the Eastern Conference Finals, and the atmosphere was extremely warm from the beginning.

Immersed in the game, from the perspective of a Bulls fan, he finally discovered the reasons why Chicagoans hate the Pistons so much, and losing so often is naturally one of them, and the Pistons are so dirty to play.

Carrying people roughly, maliciously using elbows, stepping feet, jumping up and then pressing heavily on Jordan, these bad boys do almost everything, especially Ranbier and Rodman, the savagery of the ball style makes Song Ya, who doesn't watch the ball much, hate itchy. When the Bulls failed to attack, the smiling assassin Thomas even had the urge to reach out and trip him when he triumphantly dribbled past him.

Of course, he held back, and didn't say anything about doing the bulls a favor, which didn't do him any good except that he could fight for the news page.

Before the end of the first half, when the Bulls trailed 43-48, Jordan scored two points with a dashing backdribble.

Song Ya and the rest of the audience gave a standing ovation, and the deafening cheers almost knocked down the old Chicago Stadium.

At the end of the third quarter, Chicago overtook the score, and in the fourth quarter, the Pistons intensified, and every time Jordan cut in, it was inevitably accompanied by a ferocious 'closing door', two strong men crashed into him left and right, and there was a heart-wrenching muscle collision sound, and Phil Jackson, who was wearing a funny old-fashioned bow tie, frequently got up to protest to the referee.

"Foul! It's a foul! Song Ya also followed the people around him to coax loudly.

He who doesn't know much about the ball can feel that Jordan has improved this season, in addition to doing it alone, he will often share the ball, not afraid of confrontation, and at the same time very smart, in the face of various double bags and malicious violations, he flexibly uses his perverted balance ability to pull up the layup, pull up the jump shot, cheat foul free throws, and almost do anything.

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

You ready? Let's go！

In the end, the Bulls won 98-86, Jordan scored 37 points alone, and after the game, he walked to the audience, opened his hands, and Song Ya, along with all the audience, stood up and applauded him, which was really admired from the bottom of my heart.

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