Chapter 151 Finals

Because the broadcaster temporarily decided to add an interview with him before the game, on the evening of June 12th, Song Ya got up early, and the NBC on-site reporter stood in front of him holding the microphone cable.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are now at the Chicago Stadium. Game 5 of the Finals is about to start. The Bulls are one victory away from winning the NBA championship in the 90-91 season!"

The home DJ is loudly welcoming the audience who have settled down one after another, and the scene is 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 of Little Lowry last night?" After chatting a few words about the weather, the reporter suddenly raised the volume. 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. No one was injured, but it still made the headlines of the entertainment section. Pablo issued a sealing order, and Tony and others were not allowed to disclose any information to the outside world, and Song Ya was not allowed either.

"Well……"

Song Ya glanced at the camera on the shoulder of the cameraman in front of him. The green light was not on, and the shooting incident had not happened when he decided to accept the interview. NBC should not set himself up on this occasion, but it is always right to be careful. "I also got information about this matter through the news, and I don't know more than you."

"Little Lowry has made a lot of negative news this year. It's a pity. His image was really good before. I even interviewed him in this stadium." The reporter sighed.

Song Ya smiled and didn't answer. Although he vowed not to take care of Tony's business, he still called to greet him after hearing the news yesterday. Pablo was very tight-lipped. It should be more than simple on the surface, but he didn't care explore.

Just as the sports reporter casually said it was a pity, Little Lowry inevitably slipped to the old road of black rappers.

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

Song Ya has already put on a smile, "Yeah, today is a big day, I have to come."

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

"The strength of the Lakers is not as good as ours, and the magician can't do it alone. I think today is the day we kill the game."

"Are you so optimistic?"

"Hey,

You know, we..." As he was talking, a fat man approached from behind to steal the spotlight, shouting: "We are the champions! "

Song Ya turned around and gave him a high five, coping with the accident well, "Yes, we are the champions, and no one can stop us this year."

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

How could Song Ya understand this, "I trust Phil very much. He has united the entire Bulls team together. This is also an important reason why we have come here all the way..."

"Is there anything you want to say to Nicholson?"

"Uh, I don't think we have a chance to meet again in this series." Song Ya said with a smile, not meeting means that the Bulls will win this game and don't have to go to the away game.

The two smiled tacitly.

The speaking speed was very fast, and the short interview was completed within the agreed two minutes. "Okay, thank you for accepting the interview with APLUS, the host..." The reporter and Song Ya greeted each other, and went to the next interviewee, a Chicago basketball legend.

"APLUS, can you sign for me?" A ten-year-old boy came over with a pen and paper, encouraged by 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 started, and fans came over one after another to ask for autographs. Song Ya never refused to come, and the cuddling requirements of the female fans were satisfied one by one. The on-site security quickly came to stop the spread of this trend.

Players from both sides have already started warming up, "APLUS." Someone called him from behind.

He looked back and saw Jordan's agent, David Falk, "Hey, David."

Standing up and hugging him, the two exchanged a few friendly words, "You mentioned to me before that you wanted to put Michael's game clips in the MV, right?"

David Falk brought up the past. Last time he refused to cooperate. Now... Both Song Ya and Remember The Name have become popular rapidly, and the basis for cooperation is again established.

"Should we talk now? Of course I have no problem." Song Ya replied.

"Nike has prepared a short documentary for Michael." David Falk patted him on the shoulder, "Well, I'll find your agent later."

"Good David."

Saying goodbye to the hurried David Falk, Song Ya was finally able to sit down.

"APLUS seems to be very nervous..." At the end of the first quarter, the behind-the-scenes footage of the scene was brought to Song Ya who was watching the game intently. Talk about things off the field.

Song Ya was a little nervous. In the previous interview, he boasted about Haikou. If the Bulls really want to go back to play away games, will they follow or not? If you go to Los Angeles, you will definitely meet Nicholson again, and the media will definitely slap you in the face.

"Defence! Defense! Defense!"

Involuntarily following the fans shouting defense in unison, Jordan made a wonderful steal followed by a one-stop flying dunk, which made him bounce off his seat and applauded loudly.

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

He sat back annoyed.

The Lakers have always had the advantage, Pippen's three-pointer tied the score, and then Jordan sent an assist at the last moment and hit a free throw.

The tsunami roared at the scene, and Song Ya's eardrums were almost shattered.

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

Jordan played 30 points and 10 assists perfectly. At this moment, he is the god of Chicago.

Numerous fans poured into the arena, and Song Ya, who was the closest, certainly did not fall behind. He rushed to Jordan's side in a few steps, and the opponent was surrounded by excited teammates, celebrating his first NBA championship in his life with tears in his eyes. .

"Well……"

Song Ya saw the dirty sweat on the players from a close distance, hesitated a little, opened his arms, jumped up and jumped in.

He didn't know which people and events his butterfly wings had influenced in this era. Anyway, he must be witnessing history at this time, and the TV screen would faithfully record all this.

"Champion! Champion! Champion!"

Soon he was caught in the middle of the fans behind him, getting tighter and tighter.

"Uh..." He raised one hand up, "Quick, I'm almost out of breath..."

Fortunately, the security personnel quickly separated the crowd, formed a human wall, and took the Bulls back to the lounge.

"call……"

Song Ya breathed in the fresh air, and didn't know what to do other than high-five the fans around her.