Chapter 73 Christmas War

'Wow...'

After flushing the water, Song Ya went out of the bathroom and got dressed together with Hari, "Let's go." He put on the gold watch and gold chain that he brought specially to support his aura, checked the room again, and the two walked out of the master bedroom.

The corridor outside was filled with an unpleasant smell of leaves, "FXXK!" He cursed angrily, "Big A!" He knocked on the door of another bedroom.

"What's wrong?" Big A opened the door in a daze, and there were two women lying on the bed inside.

"What did I say? A clean party! Clean! Smell it!" Song Ya roared.

"Uh... I can only control the ones that they don't have to be rigid. They can't be searched, and everyone has drunk too much..."

Big A yawned nonchalantly, "What time is it?"

"It's nine o'clock in the morning." Song Ya showed him his watch, "I'll take Harry to the airport later, here..."

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'll send them away before noon." Big A promised, patted his chest.

"Really."

Angrily, he walked to the stairs, and found that from the stairs to the lobby on the first floor, men and women were lying on the ground, and the only couple awake on the sofa were shrinking their whole bodies under the thin quilt, doing morning exercises one after another.

Disposable paper cups, broken glass, shoes and socks are thrown everywhere, and there are pools of stains from various drinks.

A white buddy is snoring loudly on the stereo brought by A+ records, and the saliva is almost forming a lake on the box.

"My God!" Faced with this situation, Song Ya could only hug his head and sigh.

Harley felt that it was normal, "Parties are like this in the entertainment industry." She comforted in a low voice, and led Song Ya to step carefully, avoiding these drunken people, and walked outside the villa.

The cleaning staff of the service company have already started to work. They are packing up the bar and other things, and they are picking up the sundries from the swimming pool with a long pole net bag. I don’t know which girl’s lace underwear is hung on the street lamp outside. A worker is holding a pole trying to hook it off.

"No need to send it off, I can go to the airport by myself." Harry walked to the outside door and turned around.

"Let's give it away." Song Ya put her arms around her, "I just hid to avoid accidents." Ye Zi appeared in the villa, and he had to get out of the way quickly.

"Huh? Come so fast?"

A taxi braked abruptly at the door, and the two had just ordered a taxi upstairs. It stands to reason that the taxi company's car would take at least fifteen minutes to arrive.

It turned out that they weren't calling, and Delai's white girlfriend got out of it, "Where's Delai!?" She saw Song Ya and asked bluntly.

"Uh..." Song Ya really didn't know where Dilai was.

Delay's girlfriend ignored him and rushed into the villa. After a while, there was a loud noise, "I quit my job in New York and followed you here. Is this how you treat me..." Delay The girlfriend's cry spread, and Song Ya led Harley to follow him in. In another bedroom, Dilai was sitting on the bed with his head hanging down, and was caught by his girlfriend. A naked black girl ran away with her clothes in her hands. come out.

"Delay..."

Song Ya mourned for him for a second, "Let's run quickly." He simply pulled Harley into the taxi at the door, "Go to the airport and thank you."

Sent Harley away, paid the service company a loss fee, and then sent Delay away who was going to New York to recover his girlfriend, bought a Christmas tree, and went home to spend a lively Christmas with his family. On the evening of the 5th, he walked into the Chicago Stadium and sat in the VIP seat closest to the stadium.

"Leave the cameras alone, there's no way your location won't be taken."

"Don't look left and right, and immerse yourself in watching the game. If you watch the game absent-mindedly, you will lose points among basketball fans."

"Cheer for the Bulls, you're a Chicagoan, support the Bulls, no one else in Detroit will blame you for that.

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"In short, don't do anything inappropriate. Watching the game well is to complete the task. We will take care of the publicity."

Keeping in mind the advice of the Colombian publicity chief, he entered the stadium and focused his attention on the game.

After a lengthy pre-match performance and national anthem ceremony, the game began.

When he watched the Bulls game in Detroit before, because he didn’t watch basketball very much, and took Mira with him, he was patronizing and flirting with her, and he had a gloating attitude towards Lowry, so he was even more willing to see the Bulls. I lost a little, so I can't even talk about watching the game with enthusiasm.

This time it was completely different. The Bulls played at home, and the audience all came with the idea of ​​revenge for the failure of the Eastern Conference Finals. Soon, he also joined the fanatical shouts and became a member of the Bulls fans.

Immersed in the game and from the perspective of a Bulls fan, he finally discovered the reasons why Chicagoans hate the Pistons so much. Often losing is one of them, and the Pistons are so fucking dirty.

Roughly carrying people, malicious elbows, stepping feet, jumping up and pressing heavily on Jordan, these bad boys can do almost anything, especially Lambiel and Rodman. Song Ya gritted his teeth with hatred. The Bulls failed a play, and when the smiling assassin Thomas dribbled past him triumphantly, he even had the urge to stick out his leg and trip him up.

Of course, he held back, not to mention doing the Bulls a disservice, and it would do him no good except to win the news page.

With the Bulls trailing 43-48 before halftime, Jordan scored two points on a dashing dribble behind his back.

Song Ya and all the audience stood up and applauded together. The deafening cheers almost collapsed the old Chicago stadium.

At the end of the three quarters, Chicago overtook the score. In the fourth quarter, the Pistons intensified. Every time Jordan cuts, it must be accompanied by a fierce "close the door". Phil Jackson, wearing a funny old-fashioned bow tie, stood up and protested to the referee frequently.

"Foul! This is a foul!" Song Ya also booed loudly with the people around him.

Even those who don't know much about football can feel that Jordan has improved this season. In addition to working alone, he often divides the ball and cooperates. He is not afraid of confrontation. The balance ability pulls the bar for layups, pulls up jump shots, cheats fouls and free throws, and is almost omnipotent.

"Will, skill, focus, desire to win, and even luck... this guy has it all!"

You ready? Let's go!

In the end, the Bulls won the game 98 to 86. Jordan scored 37 points. After the game, he walked to the auditorium and opened his hands. Song Ya stood up and applauded him with all the audience. I really admire him from the bottom of my heart.

Yeah, for those of you that

want to know what we're all about

It's like this y'all come on

This is ten percent luck， twenty percent skill

Fifteen percent concentrated power of will

Five percent pleasure， fifty percent pain

And a hundred percent reason

to remember the name