"Damn, can anyone tell me what this place is?" Looking at the crazy fans around him, Jiang Yang's brain was temporarily in a short-circuit situation, in fact, as long as people are not crazy, generally speaking, when encountering such a situation, everyone will be a little confused.

If it was in some primeval forest, a small black house or something, Jiang Yang might still think that he had crossed over, but now that he was standing in a stadium, Zhang Kong really didn't know what it meant, and he crossed by himself? But looking at the clothes of the fans around me, although it is a little old, it seems that it has not crossed...... But it's obviously not Chinese here, because it's all bird language.

And the strangest thing is that Jiang Yang, who was originally very poor at bird language, can now understand what they are saying......

Although Jiang Yang was sluggish on the surface, he was actually constantly turning in circles in his heart, hoping to figure out what was going on.

"Bang ......" suddenly, the headlights of the entire stadium dimmed, startling Jiang Yang, and when Jiang Yang eased up, the high-brightness cluster lights had already hit his side, and he couldn't open his eyes.

"Welcome to Chicago Stadium to watch the night of the king!" The roar of the DJ on the scene made Zhang Kong's ears tremble, and sure enough, as he thought, this place is really not China, although Jiang Yang's English is very poor, but it doesn't mean that he knows less, Chicago is obviously not a Chinese place name, and now he probably sees clearly, he is standing in a basketball court, although China's ball market has been very popular in recent years, but it has not been popular to this situation.

And the facilities of the stadium are obviously one level worse, which is the most direct feeling for Jiang Yang.

"It should be the United States, and the European league doesn't have such a fiery atmosphere......" Looking at the people around him, Jiang Yang secretly felt in his heart that the mood that had been stirring was forcibly calmed down by him, although he was still nervous and wanted to go to the toilet now, but he still couldn't help it, looking at the clothes on his body, as well as the clothes of the players around him, Jiang Yang found that things were a little big, Jiang Yang had a lot of players standing next to him, and these players were all tall and big.

And there is not a single Chinese, let alone a Chinese, not even a yellow race, only a yellow person in Jiang Yang is here.

Jiang Yang, who was originally relatively tall in China, was the shortest one among these piles.

Looking at the red long-sleeved jacket on his body, he felt his heart beat to his throat.

"Let's welcome our main man to the game! First up was 6'2", 185-pound man from Ohio, our point guard, John ...... Paxson! Under the roar of DJ, a white man ran out of the passage first, and the people standing next to Jiang Yang all stretched out their hands to high-five the white man, only Jiang Yang, who had not yet figured it out, was stunned there, so that John Paxson, who had been rushing over, also stopped there with some embarrassment, but when he saw Jiang Yang's dull eyes, that trace of embarrassment disappeared, he knew Jiang Yang's mentality, the first time he participated in the finals, it was inevitable that this would happen, John Paxson didn't care much about Jiang Yang's attitude, Instead, he patted Jiang Yang on the shoulder, and then rushed into the field.

"Hey, brother, what's the fuss!" Seeing Paxson rushing into the field, a black man standing next to Jiang Yang couldn't help but stab him, he and Jiang Yang have the same identity, they are both substitute players, and it is very normal for substitute players to welcome the main players.

Now that Jiang Yang is in a daze here, he, as a substitute player, naturally wants to remind Jiang Yang.

"Uh...... I know! After being stabbed, Jiang Yang, who reacted, nodded a little sneeringly and continued to stand there.

"Fortunately, the first one to come out was John, if it was Michael, you were still so stunned, then your bull career would be over directly!" The black man next to him looked at Jiang Yang and smiled, and then continued to swing with the music.

"Next up is our center, a 7-foot-1-inch, 245-pound super interior striker, Bill, California...... Cartwright! At this time, a tall and thin man rushed directly from the passage, looking at the mustache on his face, it really gave people a very strong feeling, this time Jiang Yangxue was obedient, and obediently high-fived the other party.

"The third player to come out was our super all-around small forward, who was 6'8" tall and weighed 210 pounds, from Scott in Arkansas...... Leather canopy! As soon as DJ's words fell, a small forward who looked quite kind walked out of the passage, although it was said to be a small forward, but it was still a head taller than Jiang Yang, and the gap was really a bit big.

"The fourth player on the field was our power forward, 6'10", 215 pounds, from Horace, Georgia...... Grant! "This is another guy with a meaty face, and when he comes out, the high-fives are obviously stronger than the first three.

Let Jiang Yang's little arms and legs be patted, and his hands were numb for a few seconds before he recovered, are all the guys who play basketball look fierce? Jiang Yang couldn't help but shake his head helplessly, he still hadn't figured out where he was.

However, the person who appeared next made Jiang Yang understand where he was at once......

"Finally...... Where are the cheers? With DJ's words, the fans in the stadium burst out with the strongest cheers, and the huge sound couldn't help but shake Jiang Yang's eardrums, and he was about to overturn the roof of the stadium!

"Yay! It's the kind of sound that let's welcome with the warmest applause, 6'6", 195 pounds, the overlord of basketball from Brooklyn, New York! Michael...... Jordan! Even if Jiang Yang's hearing is not good, but Michael Jordan's five words, he still heard it clearly, when he turned his head to look at the who came out of the passage in surprise, his brain was in a state of swing, the dazzling No. 23 jersey, so that Jiang Yang didn't know what to say at all, he just mechanically and came out of Jordan high-fived, and then stunned there, and Jordan obviously didn't care about a substitute's mind, he walked directly to the court, and the four starters who came out first, jumped together.

Then it was the singing of the national anthem, and then the game was about to start, Jiang Yang had no memory at all, he didn't even know how he was on the bench, he only had one voice in his head now...... I seem to have really crossed over......

He just sat there stunned, looking at the people on the field with unfocused eyes, with a dull face.

But now that all eyes are on the field, no one cares about the expression of a substitute player.

Even if the substitute is the only yellow man on the field, no one will pay too much attention to him.

During the whole game, Jiang Yang sat there stunned, although he tried hard to figure out what was going on, but Jiang Yang found that he couldn't figure it out, the more he thought about it, the more confused he became, his mind was blank, and he didn't know what was going on at all.

All he knew was that he was back in the days of Michael Jordan...... But what year is it?

"Hi bro, do you have a cell phone?" At this time, Jiang Yang asked the black man next to him who had stabbed him at the beginning.

"A cell phone? Yes! Looking at Jiang Yang, the black man was stunned for a moment, for an NBA player, a mobile phone doesn't seem to be a luxury, even if a bench player like him has a mobile phone, it's normal.

"Then can you lend me a ......" Jiang Yang looked at the black man and said to him, hearing Jiang Yang's words, the black man's face changed.

"Hey, bro, you don't really think I'm going to walk around with that black and heavy thing!" Listening to the black man's words, Jiang Yang was a little strange, but then a thought flashed through Jiang Yang's mind...... At this time, the mobile phone will not still be the kind of 'black brick'...... That's old enough, Michael Jordan last played with the Bulls in '98, but now if you're still using those black brick phones...... Then it's certainly not '98 now......

"What year is it?" Listening to Jiang Yang's words, the black people next to him were all amused by Jiang Yang.

"Brother, you really have a good sense of humor! It's '91! Listening to the black man's words, Jiang Yang's brain 'buzzed' and sounded again...... But before he could ring for long, a middle-aged man about fifty years old stood up.

"Jiang! Play! Listening to the old man's words, Jiang Yang, who had not yet 'hummed' back here, 'buzzed' his brain again. Play? Now put yourself on the field? Now Jiang Yang finally understands what it means to ride a tiger......