After Song Ya, Tony and others finished their high-fives, they continued to come back to follow R Kelly. It was his turn to be outstanding according to the rules. Everyone has a share and must be ignorant, so they deliberately let the water go slowly.

Jordan suddenly took the ball and threw Pippen away and rushed to himself.

Um?

He quickly opened his arms to make up for defense, and if he replaced Jordan, he would do his best!

Unexpectedly, Jordan braked suddenly and then made a move to shoot.

He was almost shook his arms straightened again and tried his best to interfere, although it was eight feet away.

It turned out to be a fake move, and Jordan almost passed the ball from his side to R Kelly.

At this time, R Kelly had already run to the shooting position he should be best at, near the 45-degree angle of the basket, stepping and hitting the board, and the ball also entered.

OK, everyone has fans, it should be exchanged as a background board.

Soon, just five minutes later, he caught someone's arm, and the foul was suspended, and then the coaches of both sides took the opportunity to make a big substitution, and the group was in the middle and under.

"Haha, Yali, you're amazing!"

As soon as he sat down, Tony covered a towel on his shoulder with his dog legs, and then fanned the other towel in his hand. One set was learned from watching the game, and the silencer handed over the sports drinks.

He was indeed sweating. Song Ya squeezed the bottle and sipped into her mouth a few times, then took a towel to wipe the sweat while gasping.

After the mission was completed, he began to be a spectator.

In the second quarter, the atmosphere of the game became a little intense. The main reason was that Rodman and Barkley were squeezing inside, as if they were making a fake come true. The two were still smiling, but both of them tightened their muscles and began to slam.

There are also more fouls.

With about three minutes left in the second quarter, he and R Kelly were replaced.

To be honest, they had no relationship with R Kelly, but they had no grudges. The two of them smiled and ran around with others. Because they had been through a tense period, they both began to have the leisure to chat a few casually.

But R Kelly was a little scheming. As he chatted, he immediately pulled cold Zi to a fake move and shot another forty-five degrees. But this time he was a little further away from the basket and didn't make the ball.

The skills are all unsuccessful in such occasions. Whoever laughs at him? Song Ya and he laughed and exchanged offense and defense, "Hey!" They suddenly turned around within the three-point line, sat on his knee with their butt, and reached out to ask Pippen for the ball.

Pippen comfortably hung the ball into his hand. Song Ya used her physical strength to hit the ball and slapped it inward.

"R Kelly can't defend against APLUS, he can't defend against!"

The TV commentator also saw it, "Shake...APLUS!"

R Kelly had already tried his best. Dan was so weak that Song Ya easily reached the shooting position of her hand and turned around and jumped.

Jump……

Huh? Where is my ball?

Only seeing Jordan turn around and stick his tongue at him, he already runs forward with the ball.

The backcourt was empty, and he glided and dunked.

The audience burst into cheers of breaking through the roof.

Too much...

Song Ya smiled and went back to catch the ball and passed it, and glanced at him when she passed by Jordan.

In fact, Jordan subconsciously made a quick splash, but he didn't know... a small matter, my retirement ceremony, a friendly match for me, he thought to himself.

He, Pippen, Barkley, Rodman and Bosheimer, five of them were responsible for most of the scores in the game, but the technical gap was indeed too big.

Rodman doesn't shoot often, but with Bohemiller, a marginal NBA player here, there is a rare opportunity and he works very hard. In addition, Pippen is very determined to win and lose. Song Ya's side has already led by 12 points in two quarters.

Jordan was not happy either, he was serious. In the third quarter, he used various techniques to chase points. He was the coach, and whether to replace people or not, he was still the one who was full.

He overtook eight points in one quarter. Due to the chain reaction, Pippen did not make any major adjustments. Song Yagan sat on the bench in one quarter, and the score was still pitiful.

"Everything is hard!"

Losing must be a loss. Pippen doesn't seem to want to lose too ugly. He dispatched the strongest lineup in his mind after three quarters. In the fourth quarter, Song Ya is honored to start with Rodman, Bosheimer and others.

“APLUS, follow me!”

But without R Kelly there, that guy doesn't seem to be able to endurance, so Song Ya can only barely follow a retired NBA shooter in his fifties.

He couldn't beat him even at the age of fifty. He ate and swayed frequently. In fact, that "old guy" didn't have much fun, so he just pretended to click, and then the park man stood up and threw himself into the blue, and he was 2.05 meters tall!

"Feel close to him!"

Pippen is still pushing himself, and is lowering his center of gravity and concentrating on guard. From time to time, he is pushed hard by someone on the back of his back. Once, he almost fell forward. Who can stand this?

My mood...is naturally I feel more and more unhappy.

He began to keep pace with the opponent, and he also eliminated his intention to get points. He pressed and pushed, pushed, stuck it with all his strength, and defended carefully.

"APLUS's technical actions are really good! It's so good that it's so good!" The TV commentator actually recognized him very much, and he couldn't have any high requirements, but he couldn't hear and didn't know.

The players on the court are becoming more and more serious and angry. They bit the scores back and forth and alternately rise.

Maybe only this kind of winning and losing can make the legend come true. Jordan also started, and his mouth was squeaking out the trash talk.

"APLUS, are you okay? Everyone else is fifty!"

"Don't give them the ball, do it yourself, are you scared?"

"You are not as good as my son. Jeffrey can detain you even if he comes!"

"I'm not here to play the playoffs with you!"

Jeffrey is his eldest son. Song Ya can only hear trash words about him. In fact, she doesn't have a few words, but she remembers clearly. She is so cautious that she is infected by the players on the court. She is panting and gradually loses confidence and calmness.

The sound of basketballs hitting the floor, the sound of sneakers rubbing, Pippen's push and urge, Rodman and Barkley yelled each other, the sound of muscle confrontation and sweat flowing through his cheeks, he tried to wave his hands and wrestled with the fifty-year-old man.

‘Dou!’ The referee blew the whistle, oh, he pushed someone and made a foul, he raised his hand in disappointment and walked to the basket to watch the old man’s free throw.

"Be positive and pay attention to rebounding!" Pippen was still nagging in his ear, it didn't matter.

He turned his head and looked at the time, with the last three minutes left.

I was so tired that my calves were trembling.

One free throw, the second goal...

‘When!’ The ball hit the basket and didn’t enter. It just turned out to draw a high parabola and flew towards him. Song Ya dragged his feet heavier than lead and jumped up, facing the basketball with his hands.

‘Bang!’ Jordan took the ball away on his head in a cool manner.

“M-FXXK…”

Before he finished speaking, his butt was pushed by Pippen again, "Repair the defense!"

Who should I defend against? Jordan? He had to stick it over and wished he could stretch his foot pad to the place where he landed. Anyway, the old hooligan was about to retire, and this leg was useless!

Jordan was on his back, and he only felt the opponent's back swaying left and right. Which side? After another sway, Jordan leaned back and made a jump shot, making it easy, pulling the gap to five points.

'pass!'

When his teammate kicked off, Pippen urged him again, so Song Ya had to put the ball in his hand and push it back to him, and then jogged in the frontcourt.

He really couldn't keep up. He looked at R Kelly sitting on the sidelines with envy. He couldn't hear clearly and didn't want to hear what Tony and the others were calling. It was nothing more than cheering up or giving advice.

Pippen and Bohemiller missed a shot. Rodman beat Buck and pointed the falling basketball with his fingertips, then bounced up like a spring again, snatching the ball in his hand.

But Jordan poked when he landed on the ground. The basketball rolled to the ground. Rodman and Barkley fell down at the same time, lying on the floor to grab the ball.

Somehow the ball rolled out of the crowd and rolled towards him again. Song Ya quickly picked it up and looked up to find Pippen.

The old man in the face shaking his arms as if he spread his wings, and immediately blocked the passing route with his body. Song Ya turned around with one leg as the center, but still couldn't find anyone. Rodman just got up.

In fact, Bosheimer had already run to the nearest to ask for the ball, but he didn't see it, and his mentality had long collapsed.

Jordan is coming to steal again.

He simply hugged the ball in front of his stomach with both hands, bent down, drove people with his head and shoulders, and then turned again, and then he successfully turned himself into dizziness.

"Huhhuhhu..." Suddenly, he could only hear the sound of his heart beating and gasping. All the noise on the court disappeared. He felt that his brain was already lacking oxygen. The old wound of being shot on his butt actually hurt, and sweat beads hung on his eyelashes.

‘Bang!’ The basketball held in one hand was extremely strong.

It was Jordan, but fortunately he hugged the ball tightly, and he only slapped it for a moment. The guy immediately hugged it with both hands, trying to take the ball away from his own hands.

"I'm just giving you a face to play friendly games! Now you guys play with me together!?"

He was so angry that Song Ya wouldn't give it. At worst, he could compete for the ball. He used his strength to turn around and rushed left and right like a warrior trapped in a heavy siege. His eyes were blurry and he saw only the red and white jerseys of the other nine players spinning in his field of vision. Then his elbow seemed to touch something, which hurt severely.

‘Dou!’ The referee blew the whistle, “Foeth!”

Damn it!

He let go of the ball in disappointment, wiped the sweat from his face, and threw it on the floor and threw it into the water stain.

Hum? What's wrong? He noticed Jordan was lying on the floor and blocked his eyes with the back of his hands in pain, his chest undulating violently.

Deserve it! Hehe...

He went to find the silencer to ask for water to drink.

Why haven't he gotten up yet? Rodman lowered his head and asked Jordan a few words, then signaled to the referee to suspend the timeout and recruit a team doctor to enter the court.

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To be continued...