Because the broadcaster temporarily decided to add an interview with him before the game, on the evening of June 12, Song Ya was in place early, and NBC's on-site reporter stood in front of him with a microphone cable.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we're at the Chicago Colissoum, Game 5 of the Finals is about to start, and the Bulls are one win away from winning the NBA championship in '90-'91!"

The home DJ was loudly welcoming the crowds who had been seated one after another, and the scene was very noisy.

Waiting for the signal to cut over, the two could only cover half of their ears and talk, "Do you have any inside information about the shooting incident of Little Lowry last night?" After chatting a few words on topics such as the weather, the reporter on the scene suddenly raised his voice and asked.

A few days ago, 'Silencer' was sentenced to a year in prison, and last night, Lowry Jr. was shot in front of a nightclub in Brooklyn, and no one was injured, but it still made headlines in the entertainment section. Pablo issued a gag order to prevent Tony and others from revealing any information to the outside world, and neither did Song Ya.

"Uh......"

Song Ya glanced at the camera on the camera in front of him, the green light was not on, the shooting had not happened when he was scheduled to be interviewed, NBC should not set himself up on such an occasion, but it is always right to be careful, "I also get information about this matter through the news, no more than you know." ”

"Lowry Jr. has made a lot of negative news this year, it's a pity, he used to have a really good image, and I interviewed him in this stadium." The journalist sighed.

Song Ya smiled and didn't reply, although he swore not to care about Tony and their affairs anymore, he still called to greet him after learning the news yesterday, Pablo was very tight-lipped, things should be more than as simple as they seemed, but he didn't have the heart to explore.

As the sports reporter casually said, Lowry Jr. inevitably slipped down the old path of a black rapper.

"Okay." The reporter replied into the microphone, "It's our turn." He spread his palms towards Song Ya and counted down silently, "5, 4, 3, 2, 1, hey!" Hello aplus, see you in the stadium again! ”

Song Ya had already put on a smile, "Yes, today is a big day, I can't help but come." ”

"Haha, indeed, what do you think of the game?"

"The Lakers are not as hard as us, the Magic is alone, and I think today is the day we kill the game."

"Are you so optimistic?"

"Hey, you know, we're ......" he was saying when a fat man came up from behind to steal the spotlight and shouted, "We're champions!" ”

Song Ya turned around and high-fived him, coping with the accident well, "That's right, we are champions, and no one can stop us this year." ”

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

Song Ya understands this, "I have great trust in Phil, he has united the entire Bulls team, which is also an important reason why we have come all the way here......"

"Is there anything you'd like to say to Nicholson?"

"Well, I don't think we're going to get a chance to meet again in this series." Song Ya said with a smile that not meeting means that the Bulls will win this game instead of playing away.

The two laughed tacitly.

The speed of speech is very fast, and a short interview can be completed within the agreed two minutes, "Okay, thank you for accepting the interview aplus, the host ......" The reporter greeted Song Ya, and went to find the next interview subject, a Chicago basketball celebrity.

"Aplus, can you sign it for me?" A boy of about 10 years old came over with a pen and paper with the encouragement of his parents.

"Okay." Song Ya smiled and danced on the paper, and asked the little boy's name by the way, and wrote a message.

Someone took the lead, and fans came over one after another to ask for autographs, Song Ya did not refuse, and the hugging requests of female fans were met one by one, and the on-site security soon came over to stop the spread of this trend.

Players from both sides have already started to warm up, "aplus. Someone called him from behind.

He looked back at Jordan's agent, David Falck, and said, "Hey, David. ”

Standing up and hugging him, the two exchanged a few words of affectionate greetings, "You mentioned to me before that you wanted to get Michael's game clip into the music video, right?" ”

David Falck brought up the old story, last time he refused to cooperate, and now ...... Song Ya and RememberTheName have both become popular, and the basis for cooperation is there again.

"Talk about it now? Of course I have no problem. Song Ya replied.

"Nike has prepared a short documentary for Michael." David Falke patted him on the shoulder, "Well, I'll go back to your agent." ”

"Okay David."

Saying goodbye to David Falck, who was in a hurry, Song Ya was finally able to sit down.

"aplus seems to be very nervous" At the end ......of the first quarter, the scene footage was brought to Song Ya, who was watching the game intently, and the commentator casually mentioned that this sentence, when the game was played, they wouldn't talk about anything off the court.

Song Ya was a little nervous, and boasted about Haikou in the previous interview, if the Bulls really want to go back to play away, then will they follow at that time? If you go to Los Angeles, you will definitely meet Nicholson again, and the media will definitely slap yourself in the face.

“defence！”

Involuntarily followed the fans in unison shouting for defense, Jordan made a wonderful steal and a flying dunk that made him bounce off his seat and applaud loudly.

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

He sat back in chagrin.

The Lakers were in the ascendancy, with Pippen's three-pointer tying the score, followed by a last-minute assist and a free throw.

There was a tsunami at the scene, and Song Ya's eardrums were about to burst.

The Bulls successfully reversed, 108-101, and won the game.

Jordan had 30 points and 10 assists, playing perfectly, and at this moment, he is the god of Chicago.

Countless fans poured into the field, and Song Ya, who was closest to him, of course, rushed to Jordan's side in a few steps, and the other party was surrounded by excited teammates, celebrating his first NBA championship with tears in his eyes.

"Uh......"

Song Ya saw the dirty sweat on the players' bodies up close, hesitated slightly, but still opened his arms, jumped up and pounced in.

He doesn't know who people and things in this era have been influenced by his butterfly wings, but he must be witnessing history at this time, and the TV screen will faithfully record all this.

"Champion! Champion! Champion! ”

Soon he was caught between the fans behind him, and the more he squeezed, the tighter and tighter.

"Uh......" he held up one hand, "quick, I'm out of breath......"

Fortunately, security personnel quickly split the crowd, lined up into a wall, and took the Bulls back to the break room.

"Hoo ......"

Song Ya gulped in the fresh air, except for high-fives with the fans around him, he didn't know what to do for a while. I want to talk about "Chicago 1990" with more like-minded people, "Chat with more book friends about your favorite books."