The previous time I watched the Bulls game in Detroit, because he didn’t watch basketball very much, and he took Mira, patronizing her and me, and with an attitude of gloating towards Lori, he even preferred to see the Bulls. Lose a little, so there is no talk of watching the game.
This time it was completely different. The Bulls were at home and the audience came with the idea of revenge for their defeat in the Eastern Conference Finals. The atmosphere was extremely enthusiastic from the beginning. Watching the game from close range, Song Ya deliberately guided himself into it. Quickly, he also joined the frenzy and became a member of the Bulls fans.
Immersed into the game and replaced it with the perspective of the Bulls fans, he finally discovered the reason why Chicagoans hate the Pistons so much. Often losing is one of them. Besides, the Pistons are really **** dirty.
Roughly carrying people, maliciously using elbows, stepping feet, jumping up and then pressing down heavily on Jordan, these bad guys do almost everything, especially Lambir and Rodman, the style of play is so barbaric that they don’t watch the ball very much. Song Ya was itchy with hatred. When the Bulls failed an attack and the smiling assassin Thomas dribbled past him triumphantly, he even had the urge to stretch out his leg and trip him over.
Of course, he held it back, and did not help the Bulls. It was no good to himself other than getting the news page.
Before the end of the first half, the Bulls were behind forty-three to forty-eight. Jordan made a cool dribble from behind and scored two points.
Song Ya and all the audience stood up and applauded. The deafening cheers were about to knock down the old Chicago Stadium.
At the end of the third quarter, Chicago overtook the score. In the fourth quarter, the Pistons got worse. Every time Jordan cuts in, it is bound to be accompanied by a fierce'closing the door'. Two strong men slammed into him from side to side, and there was a heartbreaking muscle collision~www .mtlnovel.com ~ Phil Jackson, wearing a funny old-fashioned bow tie, got up frequently to protest to the referee.
"Foul! This is a foul!" Song Ya also yelled at the people around him.
He who doesn’t know much about the ball can feel that Jordan has improved this season. In addition to working alone, he will often split the ball and cooperate. He is not afraid of confrontation. At the same time, he is very smart. In the face of various double doubles and malicious violations, he flexibly uses perversion. His balance ability pulls rod layups, stops jump shots, cheats and fouls free throws, almost omnipotent.
"The will, skills, concentration, desire to win, even luck...this guy has it all!"
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The Bulls won 98 to 86 in the final game. Jordan scored 37 points. After the game, he walked to the audience and opened his hands. Song Ya, together with all the audience, stood up and applauded him. He was really impressed.
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Chicago 1990 Chapter 74: First show
In the last few days of 1990, Song Ya was busy flying, going back and forth in the South Pacific, meeting around in New York, partying in Chicago, watching football speculation, and after getting the fourth apocalypse song, he shut himself in the Hilton suite again, and concentrated. Changed the lyrics.
This rap song obtained by Jordan is full of various names, some of which are the singer’s band and singer names, such as FortMinor, Mike·shinoda, Tak, RYU, etc., some are unknown Origin, such as S.DOT, such as the CrystalMethod band, such as some unheard song titles.
Song Ya intends to apply these names to people around him. The lead singer Mike Xintian naturally replaced it with his own APLUS. It just so happened that Mike Xintian’s appearance and name seemed to be an Asian mixed race. Of course, Song Ya thought he was better than him. Much more handsome.
For the part of the white singer RYU, Song Ya is going to let Di Lai sing. This guy lost his girlfriend who has shared the joys and sorrows for many years because of his party. He is very miserable. Now he is falling into a period of self-blame without controlling his lower body. , Just to give him some sweet encouragement.
The part of the black singer Tak naturally belongs to Al. This loyal follower is not like Dila who can get an A+ audio position salary. Currently, he only lives on the cash that Song Ya occasionally throws to him. Now it is time to give it to him. He returned something.
The other parts of the lyrics also have to be revised, he is considering, it is best to hook up with Jordan, after all, he is the key person to get the apocalypse.
"APLUS! The recording of yesterday's game, can you see it?" Al knocked on the door outside.
"Of course." He temporarily stopped writing and walked to the living room of the suite.
Hayden and Columbia Records's publicity manager, Tony, and "Muffler" were all there, while Dile was leaning on the window sill, staring into the distance with dull eyes.
"Hey! Dilai! Don't do that, I have to go to the opposite of Old Joe Records to perform at night, you have to cheer up, don't mess up with me!"
Song Ya quickly urged him.
"Oh." He didn't even move.
Song Ya can only throw out the rewards first, "I watched the game yesterday and conceived a rap song. We will sing it together and put it in my first album. If you do this again, you won’t have your share. ."
This time Dile moved, he turned his head and looked over.
"My good brother, do you have my share?" Tony rushed over.
"How about appearing in the MV for you?" Song Ya pushed him away, and looked at Al, who looked at her pitifully, "For Al's sake, just the three of us."
"Thank you...cough, thank you, APLUS." Al choked.
"You deserve it, Al." Tony hugged him, "I know, you should have been famous with Lori. We owe you."
"Yeah!" ‘Muffler’ agreed.
"I don't owe him, hello!" Song Ya complained inwardly.
"Al, you can also find an agent, there will be some money involved in the chorus." He said to Al.
"I just listen to you." Al was still so straightforward.
This time it was Hayden’s turn to look over eagerly. Song Yazhuang didn’t see it. After the Chinese New Year, it was only more than three months before the expiration of the contract with Hayden. He did not intend to be merciful in the contract renewal negotiations. Since I got on the line of Mira, the service has become less and less in place, and my **** often doesn't sit on my side.
"Well, it's not in a hurry now, I'll talk about it then." Song Ya put the matter aside first, and focused on the replay of yesterday's game.
Tony and ‘Muffler’ both tacitly did not invite a song for Lori. They also knew that Song Ya’s relationship with each other was not very good. As Lori’s follower and Song Ya’s brother, they had to choose not to intervene.
"I saw you!" Tony yelled.
Not long after the opening, the camera swept over to Song Ya, which is still the refreshing collocation of the usual jacket, T-shirt and jeans, with a bull black and red hat on his head.
"You are very photogenic my brother!" Tony's mouth couldn't stop.
"Hehe, it's a bit like a mix of Denzel Washington and John Long." said the head of publicity at Columbia Records.
"Who is Zunlong?" Denzel Washington Songya knew, but he really didn't know who Zunlong was.
"The protagonist of the last emperor, won the 60th Oscar for best film, best director and other nine awards in 1988."