NBA: Full Jordan

“They won, the Knicks won! They defeated the Bulls 4-2 in the Finals to claim their third championship in history. They made history again, winning the championship again after 24 years! And our young player Yang Ming, who scored 60 points, 15 rebounds, 15 assists, 5 steals and 5 blocks, won the first Finals MVP of his career, and he created the history of basketball players in the NBA. ”

In the live broadcast room, Wang Meng yelled excitedly, and Yang Yi also jumped up without mercy and vigorously shook his fists to celebrate.

“Unexpectedly, the Knicks went to the playoffs in eighth place, went all the way to the finals, and defeated the powerful Bulls to finally win the championship. Yang Ming not only made history, but also set the record for the youngest FMVP in the league, and he is creating greatness! ”

“Yang Ming is a young man who is only eighteen years old, and he is only nineteen in a few months, he…”

Call!

Yang Ming, a dying illness sat up in shock, a short weakness and another chapter Oh, no, just suddenly woke up from sleep.

Originally, he was experiencing the peak of his life in his dream, but when he woke up, he found himself sweating profusely and with a satisfied smile on his face.

God’s championship, God’s victory over the Bulls, aren’t the Knicks and the Bulls in the same district? How is it possible to meet in the grand finals?

Yang Ming secretly laughed, got up from the bed, and found that his eyes were bright and clear.

He remembered that he had only taken a nap.

Daydreaming?

Will it come true?

Yang Ming looked out the window and suddenly couldn’t help but start fantasizing.

If it does, the Finals will certainly not meet the Bulls, but the Utah Jazz.

Because, the next two Finals will be battles between the Bulls and the Jazz.

And the Knicks and Bulls are in the same district and will not meet in the Finals, Wang Meng.

Yang Ming secretly complained to Wang Meng in his dream, turned around and walked to the closet, and changed into civilian clothes.

After flying back from Toronto, he took a hard nap, by which time the food in the refrigerator had run out, and he had to go out for a stroll.

Walking to the kitchen and pulling a carton of milk from the fridge, he hurried out of the house, got on the elevator, and prepared to go to Chinatown to buy groceries.

Yes, he still needs to return to Chinatown from time to time to buy groceries, but it’s far from his cousin’s market.

“Hey, Yang, are you out shopping?”

“Wow, Yang, you did a great job last night, please keep it up!”

“Yang, you must cheer for tomorrow night’s game and take down the Wasp!”

“Where are you going, Yang?”

“Yang, can you sign my name?”

Walking on the street, Yang Ming suddenly became popular like a star out on the street. The passers-by he met along the way instantly turned into fans and greeted him one after another, and even some old men and ladies, smiling and nodding at him and cheering him on.

Yang Ming then realized that he seemed to be on fire.

Passing by the windows of some furniture and appliances, he also saw those TVs facing the street, which were playing news of their NBA game yesterday, just in time to see his post-game interview.

Some fans still gathered around, watching with relish, chatting about him as a person while watching.

A female fan accidentally spotted him and screamed in surprise.

“Oh my God, it’s Yang!”

With her shout, the fans turned their heads in unison, looking at him with a look full of surprise.

“Wow, it’s really him.”

“He himself looks more photogenic, really handsome!”

“Come on Yang, tomorrow night’s game, I will go to the scene to watch the game!”

“Yes, yes, I also bought tickets, just wait to watch your game, you played really well last night!”

They were very enthusiastic, and the group surrounded Yang Ming, making him a little embarrassed.

He simply borrowed a pen from a fan and signed all his names before waving goodbye with a smile.

Those fans, looking at the two Chinese characters signed on their clothes, although they couldn’t understand it, but they also realized that it was his name, and their faces were full of joy.

In the afternoon, already carrying a large bag back to the door, Yang Ming was stunned to see that Oakley, Aunt, Starks, and even Ewing had also arrived, and there was a slightly shy big Ben.

In addition to Ewing and Big Ben, Yang Ming didn’t need to guess to know what the three people in front of him were doing, it was nothing more than relying on his pool table and his smelly clubwork.

Nima, is this endless?

Yang Ming raised his eyebrows, unceremoniously squeezed these people away, and opened the door.

“Wow, you’re finally back, we thought you died inside.”

“It’s not enough to die, I doubt which lady he has a tryst with in it.”

“Hurry up and open the door, I can’t wait to ravage you.”

The rogue trio, roaring and urging Yang Ming, at the moment of opening the door, all rushed in, rushed into the hall with a scream, and unanimously picked up the pool cue placed in the corner, turned back and shouted to Yang Ming: “Hurry up and put down your things, our rod god!” ”

“If you’re not worried about me coming back on basketball, then wait a minute.”

Yang Ming didn’t really want to bird them, and Shi Shiran carried things into the kitchen.

It’s a pity that those three gangsters are all guys who remember to eat or not to beat, and they don’t care whether they will be killed back, and they are still shouting.

“Boy, don’t be proud, think that if you are on fire, you can be arrogant? We are not afraid of you. ”

“That’s right, you’re already on fire, but you still can’t change the fact that your rod stinks.”

Their faces were so domineering that the aunt even cursed and said

“It makes people angry when I go out, and when I go out, the guys actually want to get him from me for autographs, not myself. , am I not handsome? Why don’t you want my signature? ”

Seeing them treating themselves like this, Ewing smiled bitterly, and after saying a word to Yang Ming, he also walked to the pool table.

It’s Da Ben, not very embarrassed to be the same as those old people, so unceremonious, he took the initiative to help Yang Ming carry things and put them in the refrigerator separately.

By the time the two returned to the hall, the pool game between the three gangsters and Ewing had begun.

Four two-meter big men, surrounding a pool table, Yang Ming suddenly found that it was really pitifully small, and the position was not enough for them to stand.

“Aren’t you going to play, Ben?”

Yang Ming was speechless and turned his head to look at Big Ben.

This big Ben, who looks about as tall as him, is small enough for an interior center. However, he was good defensively, physically strong, and received a two-year salary from management, totaling more than $500,000 in contracts.

“That table, not enough for five people to play.” Big Ben replied angrily.

He looked a little shy, slightly restrained, and uncomfortable.

Perhaps because he was also a lost draft who entered the league, he was still only a marginal player, while Yang Ming was already the outside core of the team that quickly became famous, and the status of the two changed too quickly.

He was a little uncomfortable, and he was also very envious.

(Well, in the past two days, I have been getting more and more unable to get up, speechless, it seems that I still slept too late at night!) Ask for flower reviews! ）