The game started at half past eight, and at half past seven, the United Center arena was already full.

The arena can accommodate nearly 22,000 people during basketball games, and now has 2,000 away fans, and the rest are all home fans, nearly 20,000.

The front row, the back and middle of the two benches were the best, Fliggy Barkley, Magic Johnson, Skyhook Abdul-Jabbar, Big Dream Olajuwon, Ewing and so on, seven or eight league superstars and stars sat together, and their tickets were all given away by the Bulls.

In addition to them, there is also a large number of Hollywood stars, as well as some famous singers such as Arnold, Big Mouth Roberts, Tom Cruise, Madonna, and many more.

"Hey, Hakim, who are you rooting for between MJ and Tekken?"

TNT's reporters began interviewing the stars and stars with live footage, and Hakeem Olajuwon was the first to be found.

"You're asking a stupid question, do you expect me to support that bastard with Iron Fist?" Glaring at the reporter, Olajuwon said with an angry face.

Afraid of being beaten by the old rascal, the reporter forced a laugh and hurriedly left, came to Ewing's side and asked, "Patrick?" ”

"MJ is my friend."

Ewing thought for three seconds, then muffled as the reporter was about to leave.

"Erwin, where's you?"

The reporter breathed a sigh of relief, it was really difficult to interview Ewing, and he hurriedly handed the microphone to the magician's mouth.

"I'm sorry, Patrick was right, MJ is my buddy and I have to support him. And if the piston is swept away, there will be an extra million dollars in the world, which is a very good thing. The magician smiled.

The reporter smiled, then asked, "You and the assassin are best friends, don't you support him?" ”

The magician's eyes were instantly cold, and he turned around and asked Barkley next to him: "Charles, who do you support?" ”

"I gotta say, Erwin, you have a good idea, I want an extra million." Barkley shrugged.

"Karim, what about you?"

Knowing that the magician was upset, the reporter stopped pestering and shifted the target.

Jabbar was mentally prepared and said: "One is a friend, the other is my junior, and I support both of them. ”

After asking here, the reporter ran to the side to ask about the stars.

"Tom, MJ and Iron Fist, who are you rooting for?"

"Of course I'm for MJ, who's going to support the bad boys? The best outcome is a sweep, and I hope they all donate half a million dollars. ”

Tom Cruise said with a smile on his face.

"Juliet, what about you?"

Roberts smiled: "I just want to enjoy a good game tonight and there is no specific goal to support. ”

The reporter sensitively caught some news from this sentence, and hurriedly asked: "Juliet, do you know Iron Fist?" ”

Roberts nodded: "When he was with the Bruins before, I watched him play in Los Angeles, and we talked a few words, but we didn't know each other. ”

Speaking of which, she added: "I don't know Michael Jordan well either. ”

"Arnold, what about you?"

Arnold said: "Of course it's MJ, we're friends, do you still have to ask?" By the way, and those two and a half million dollars, I hope they can make good on their promises. ”

"Hey, Queen Madonna, what about you?"

"Support Michael Jordan for the time being, he called me, but I'm not sure I can stick to it, I'm not really interested in him, maybe I'll have a better option, he's not the one I like." Madonna said.

The reporter was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but scold: "Queen, I'm asking who you support, do you think you're choosing a bed partner tonight?" ”

He interviewed several more stars, but was surprised to find that these stars did not support Jordan as well as those stars in the league.

Of course, most of the stars are pro-Jordan, only two or three are vaguely neutral, and none of them explicitly support Iron Fist.

In general, the vast majority of people support Jordan and even hope for a sweep for the sake of a million dollars in charity.

"See, these guys didn't support us."

In the away locker room, the assassin stared at the TV on the wall, his tone cold and authentic.

"It's no one who supports Iron Fist, it's not us." The heartless Rodman laughed.

"Haha......" everyone laughed.

"This time last year, we were still the villains of the alliance, and this year it is much better." John Sely doesn't care about authenticity.

"Iron Fist?" Jo Dumas looked at Zhou Quan.

Zhou Quan was changing his sneakers, looked up at the TV, lowered his head and continued to arrange his shoelaces, and said in his mouth: "It's okay, Michael Jordan has been famous for many years, and he is the new signboard of the league, I am just a rookie, and I don't have his strength, but also a Chinese, if they all support it, it will be a strange thing." ”

……

At eight o'clock, the two sides announced their starting lineups.

Pistons: John Cely, Dennis Rodman, Orlando Ulrich, Joe Dumas, Zhou Quan

Bulls: Bill Carter White, Grant, Scottie Pippen, Michael Jordan, John Paxson

At this time, when Isaiah Thomas led all the Pistons bench players to warm up, there was a huge boo and abuse at the United Center.

"Substitute, you're just a pathetic substitute right now."

"Bad boy, never go back to Chicago, you're not welcome here."

"Thomas, look up to MJ."

He looked at everything coldly, turned a deaf ear, raised his chin high, and ran towards the court.

A Chicago-born Chicagoan, he was filled with disgust and hatred for the city, as well as the fans.

On the TNT commentary bench, Robert Giddah smiled: "Ladies and gentlemen, the G1 battle of the Eastern Conference is about to begin, let's take a look at tonight's starting lineup." ”

Ringer Wilson then read the list for a moment, and then said: "I don't know if the Bulls will arrange for Michael Jordan to switch to the Iron Fist tonight, otherwise if John Paxson is put in the Iron Fist, facing the person who broke his two ribs, he may have a psychological shadow." ”

Robert Giddah nodded and said: "If you change the defense, John Paxson can only go to defend Joe Dumas, and definitely not Ulrich, because in the regular season, Coach Jackson arranged for him to change the defense of Ulrich, which has been proven to be inadequate."

His height is the same as Iron Fist, his shoes are 188 cm high, and he weighs 84 kilograms, this height and tonnage are actually good in the No. 1 position, and he has a strong ability to fight, but he is not enough in front of Iron Fist.

However, there is no problem at all with the change of defense Joe Dumas, whose shoes are 191 cm tall and weigh 86 kilograms.

It's just that Joe Dumas is still the Pistons' first scoring point at present, and his offensive ability is very strong, while John Paxson's defense is average, and he can't defend the opponent.

So actually, if the Bulls change defenses, no matter how they change, Paxson will be a weakness that the Pistons can target.

This is also the way the Pistons play against the Bulls in the regular season, that is, staring at the Bulls' point guard, which is a hard injury in the Bulls' lineup, and there is no way to avoid it, and it can only be made up for by other strong points. ”

Ringer Wilson said: "I think in terms of tactics and lineups, there is a high probability that we will change the defense. And judging from Michael Jordan and Iron Fist's holiday, in terms of Jordan's character, Iron Fist will definitely be changed. ”

Robert Giddah said: "I think of course that's for sure, if he doesn't switch to the iron fist, it's not Michael Jordan.

Now both of them have gambled half a million dollars, a lot of money, especially for Iron Fist, who has just entered the league.

If the Bulls sweep the Pistons, the two of them will donate half a million at the same time, so now many people are looking forward to it, hoping that the Pistons will be swept so that there will be a million dollars in donations, haha!

Well, kidding aside, I don't want a sweep because there's no sense of anticipation in a one-sided game, and I'm actually really looking forward to what will happen in this Eastern Conference final. ”

Ringer Wilson laughed: "In order to prevent another game like the Battle of Auburn Hills, this time the league sent the No. 17 referee, Joseph Joy Crawford, a golden whistle who has been a referee in the NBA for 15 years. ”

At this time, a team of security guards stood in the middle of the player tunnel, which was deliberately arranged.

At this time, the Bulls and the Pistons' ten starters came in one after another, separated on either side of the wall, and the not-so-wide passage was a little crowded.

Jordan was at the back, nodding to Joe Dumas next to him, who was probably the only person the Pistons could greet him.

His gaze crossed several heads and looked at Zhou Quan at the front of the Pistons, his eyes were cold, but they were very hot.

He is looking forward to destroying Zhou Quan and his team in the most brutal way on the court, knocking out the opponent with the most desperate sweep.

Even, he also expected to suppress Zhou Quan in this way throughout his career, and he vowed to give Zhou Quan a failed and extremely bleak career.

Zhou Quan seemed to sense the burning gaze, and when he looked back, his gaze was connected to Jordan.

At that moment, the eyes of both of them lit up, and under the strong willpower, their eyes were full of murderous aura.

"If I can step on this new star of the league, I will definitely be able to make a name for myself."

At this moment, Zhou Quan's heart flashed this idea full of utilitarianism, and it could not be stopped.

Turning back, he looked back at the United Centre Court outside, waiting to play.

At this time, he was a little skeptical, because the system had not yet issued the task.

But at this moment, the virtual screen of the system automatically unfolded in front of his eyes.

"It's finally here!" He couldn't help but stare at him.

"Mission: Face the future basketball god Michael Jordan who has entered the peak state, please give it your best and show your style."

"Shhh

Seeing this, with his composure and the strength of his full-level spiritual willpower, he couldn't help but gasp, and suddenly glanced back at Jordan behind him.

"This guy can actually become the god of basketball in the future?" He couldn't believe it, just with this black braised egg?

"Mission 1: Invite the host to advance to the finals, rewarding +1 speed, +2 resistance to injury and illness, and +3 prediction."

"Mission 2: Match Michael Jordan in the Eastern Conference Finals Series or drag into a tie-break to reward +2 for speed and +3 for anticipation."

"Mission 3: Win at least one away and one home in the Eastern Conference Final Series and reward +3 Prediction."

After reading the content of the three tasks, the third task is relatively less difficult, and there is a chance to complete it, and the second one thinks that his personal performance will definitely not be able to play a similar performance as Jordan, but there should be a chance to drag into the tie-break, the first one is of course difficult, but everything is possible, and you need to work hard under any circumstances.

"Give it your best."

He turned off the system, the game was imminent, and he couldn't be distracted anymore.

……

At 8:15, he started the game.

The lights at the United Center Arena suddenly went out, plunging the huge arena into darkness.

Zhou Quan was the first to appear, standing at the entrance of the passage, and the moment the lights went out, he had a feeling of falling into the dark abyss.

Then the next moment, a huge pillar of snowy light lit up, enveloping him in it.

"The main point guard from the Detroit Pistons, Zhou Quan." The voice of the host of the scene suddenly sounded.

"Shh

In the dark United Center Arena, a sea of boos rang out, like a tidal wave in the sky, surging towards Zhou Quan.

This kind of huge extreme boos is constantly impacting his willpower, even if it is a level 99 spiritual willpower, maybe it only takes one uneasy heart, and his spiritual willpower will be instantly defeated by the boos of 20,000 people.

Smiling, he took a stride forward, illuminated by the pillar of light, and walked forward unhurriedly.

There's no need to wave to the visiting fans, he can't even sell a pair of sneakers in Chicago, and there is no way there will be fans in the city.

"Hey, hello!"

Entering the stadium, he came to the square of the visiting fans and began to wave and interact.

A full 2,000 Pistons fans were shouting as hard as they could, trying to cheer for their team at the United Center, but unfortunately they were suppressed by nearly 20,000 Bulls fans without any waves, and Zhou Quan stood in front of them to hear their voices.

In an apartment not far from the University of Chicago, Zhang and his wife are watching a game at their home.

"The momentum at home is too strong, and it's too difficult for the Pistons not to lose on the road!" He said with emotion.

"Didn't the Pistons win on the road in the first two rounds?" His wife said.

"Where can the home court of the Cavaliers and Knicks compare to the home court of the Bulls? The Knicks' home fans cheered. He said.

"Isn't that a loss?"

"It's hard for the visitors to win on the Bulls' home court, and since last season, the Bulls' home court has been one of the most terrifying in the league and has the highest home win percentage.

Such a terrifying home atmosphere, the strength of the away team can play seven or eight percent, that is a very good performance, and it is normal to play abnormally, if you can play a popular performance, then congratulations, you are going to be famous. ”

"Boom!"

At this time, the United Center, the home team played, and when it was Michael Jordan's turn, the whole arena was like a boiling volcano, and it erupted at once.

“MJ！ MJ！ MJ……”

Endless shouts resounded in all directions.

Zhou Quan stood in one half with his teammates, and he noticed that the old birds of Joe Dumas were not greatly affected, and the smile on Rodman's face was still bright.

In fact, it is not surprising that the Bad Boys have suppressed Jordan for so many years and have long been accustomed to seeing the Bulls' home court.

Then there is Jordan's highlight reel as he will take home the third MVP trophy of his career and defend the title after last year.

Originally, David Stern was going to come over in person, but there happened to be some things that he couldn't get away with, so he sent his special assistant Hawk Houston over to present the trophy to Jordan.

When Jordan lifted the Morris Podorov Cup, the entire Union Center was in a state of flux, with 20,000 Bulls fans cheering and cheering for him.

"Hopefully I'll get it later."

Zhou Quan couldn't help but show a look of envy in his eyes.

But he knows that it is not easy, Isaiah Thomas is also very strong, and the No. 1 position is second only to Magic Johnson, but he has not been touched by MVP once.

After the warm-up, when Zhou Quan got off the field, he hugged Abdul-Jabbar who got up and walked up and said a few words.

The others were unfamiliar, and he was about to say hello to Barkley, but he felt an extremely hot gaze, and at first glance, it was an old rascal staring at him fiercely.

He walked past Barkley and walked up to Big Dream and asked, "Hey, senior, Carl Malone and Larry Johnson, Charles Oakley, all three of them have an appointment with me, won't you keep up?" ”

Whew, Da Meng got up from his seat, his eyes were about to burst into flames, his teeth were about to be crushed, and his fists were about to pinch and bleed.

"Iron Fist, Hakim didn't provoke you this time, you provoked him, okay?" Barkley stood up for his old friend, got up and walked to Zhou Quan's side.

Zhou Quan looked at Barkley playfully, smiled and explained: "Sir Charles, I'm just giving him a chance, do you have an opinion?" ”

Barkley twitched, and it was obvious that there was not much left of the friendship between him and Iron Fist.

But he doesn't care, after all, he and Da Meng have been friends for many years, which one is heavy and which is light, doesn't he know yet?

"Okay, calm down."

At this time, Abdul-Jabbar came over to separate a few people and said, "Give me face, the game is about to start, okay?" ”

“OK。”

Zhou Quan is as good as a stream.

"Hakim, you're no match for him in a fight, don't promise him." After Zhou Quan left, Barkley admonished.

"Humph!"

Big Dream snorted angrily and sat down depressed and irritated.

"Tick!

At 8:28, referee Crawford blew the whistle and signaled both sides to start the game.

"For victory! Victory! Victory ......"

Amid Michael Jordan's shouts, all the Bulls players shouted slogans, and then a huge shout rang out from the entire Union Center.

"We are tough, tough, iron-willed, and we are fearless......"

Under the leadership of Zhou Quan, the Pistons are also roaring, but even with the cheering of 2,000 away fans, under the suppression of 20,000 home fans, the momentum will not be able to rise.

"Get on the field!"

Zhou Quan's roar sounded again.

The moment he stepped onto the court, the adrenaline in his body was soaring wildly, so much so that the muscles in his body trembled slightly.

"Tick!"

At half past eight, with the whistle of Crawford, the G1 battle of the East Finals officially began.

(End of chapter)