from the golden generation

Chapter 115 Killing God (for collection)
In front of the TV, David Stern was holding a cake and chatting with his family members.

"Look, I just said that this kid is good. It's the first time I've seen a rookie who can deal with Jordan for so long."

Stern chattered endlessly, he really liked Yan Song from the bottom of his heart.

The game can only last for more than 30 seconds now, and Yan Song wasted for a while.

The remaining time is even less.

"It's just over 20 seconds, how long is this grandson going to spend?"

I don't know who scolded, but Yan Song didn't hear who said it, but why can't the bull consume himself.

The angrier they get, the happier they are.

With 23 seconds left, Yan Song chose to shoot.

The basketball went out of the basket, but the goal was missed.

Rodman hastily grabbed the rebound, the 19th rebound, and Rodman's rebound count was about to reach the 20th.

"21 seconds, three points difference, Jordan broke through!"

All eyes are on Jordan, who is known as the god of basketball, and he is also crazy at this moment.

Sticking out his tongue, already insane.

Dribble behind your back.

With 19 seconds left in the clock, he went inside.

With only 17 seconds left in the final time, Jordan made a layup with Yan Song.

The ball scored but Yan Song didn't react, until the referee's whistle suddenly came out.

"Didi, the home team's No. 11 thug fouled."

As soon as the whistle blew, everyone in the audience was startled, and Yan Song didn't reach out at all just now.

Because he knew that Jordan couldn't beat them even if he scored two points.

But now, the referee actually called Yan Song a thug foul, Yan Song would not be happy.

He hurried to the referee and said loudly.

"I didn't reach out just now and you sentenced me to be a thug."

The words fall.

The referee didn't say a word, just nodded and didn't give Yan Song a warning.

And the more silent the other party was, the angrier Yan Song became, your uncle, did the bull do you any favors, and you played tricks!

Yan Song was so angry that he wanted to hit someone, but fortunately, his teammates dragged Yan Song back in time.

Ewing leaned close to Yan Song's ear and whispered.

"This is not surprising. Only when the score is tied and there is a lore will the media have something to talk about, and the ratings will increase."

The words fall.

Yan Song understood. To put it bluntly, it was just for the ridiculous ratings.

Don't you guys want to see the lore? Later, I will show you the lore of the bull.

Say it.

When everyone reached the free throw line, Yan Song still had a little luck, and Jordan might not score this goal.

But, if they don't score and they fail to grab the rebound, then the score will be...

Before Yan Song could finish thinking, Jordan made a free throw.

Yan Song took a quick look and knew that there was no ball. Sure enough, the basketball bounced back from the front of the basket.

Jordan got the ball in the air and then threw it to Longley under the basket.

Longley catches the ball and throws it towards the backboard. Ewing makes a block and the basketball hits the backboard.

"Fake!"

Yan Song was furious, uncle's uncle's, unexpectedly let himself guess right.

In 15 seconds, the Knicks are now one point behind.

Yan Song began to pant heavily, his chest heaving.

Houston is also a little tired, is 15 seconds really enough?
The next moment, Ewing passed the ball to Yan Song before anyone could react.

Yan Song turned into an extreme shadow again and ran wildly.

Everyone was left behind by him, Jordan was shocked, and followed Yan Song closely with Pippen.

"Stop!"

"Whoever stands down will be the grandson!"

Yan Song laughed back and cursed, rushed into the penalty area, and showed everyone an extremely soft and violent windmill slam dunk.

"There are still 10 seconds left, this kid is running too fast."

Pippen looked at the tired Yan Song, what a boy.

You are indeed fast and strong enough, but you are physically exhausted now, and you haven't rested in the fourth quarter, I don't believe that you still have strength.

"Michael, what are you going to do?"

Pippen asked, Jordan touched his big bald head, thought for a while and said.

"Lore, now we are one point behind, ten seconds should be fine."

Jordan signaled the coach to use the last timeout, Phil Jackson did, and all ten players got a short rest.

96 to 95, Van Gundy looked ugly.

I didn't expect Jordan to play such a trick just now, but fortunately, Yan Song is fast enough to break fast in 5 seconds.

However, with Michael Jordan's temperament, these ten seconds are the perfect lore time.

"You've done a good job, you..."

"Shh!"

Yan Song interrupted Van Gundy's consolation. It's not the end now. I don't care how strong Jordan was in your hearts before.

"This ball, I will definitely guard against him."

Yan Song threw down the towel, turned around and entered the field, and the rest followed.

This war must be brought to an end.

"At the last moment, whoever loses wins, let's see if Jordan can kill the Knicks!"

"Defense! Defense!"

"Take Jordan!"

The fans shouted, seeing Houston approaching, Yan Song hurriedly said.

"Stand back, I'll guard against him alone!"

Houston stepped back and everyone pressed their opponents.

Yan Song followed Jordan closely, not letting Pippen pass the ball to him.

But no matter how strict the defense was, Pippen still handed the ball to Jordan within the specified time of serving.

"9 seconds."

Jordan catches the ball at the top of the arc and pushes Yan Song away.

This action is not allowed, but Yan Song didn't say anything, and the referee also acquiesced to this behavior.

Jordan entered the moment of lore, crazy, he relied on Yan Song to kill from left to right, and made a fallback jumper near the 75-degree angle in the middle distance.

Yan Song tried his best to jump up and block the shot, but Jordan was too strong, and Yan Song failed.

The basketball is hollow into the frame.There was a burst of boos from the audience, followed by cheers.

4 seconds, Jordan stayed for 4 seconds.

Van Gundy also quickly used his last timeout.

This ball must be served in the front court, and there is simply not enough time to bring the ball into the front court.

Looking at Jordan again, his physical strength is also a little weak, and Van Gundy didn't expect the Bulls to leave 4 seconds for the Knicks.

As for the Knicks bench, they were depressed, calm and scary.

Everyone stared at Yan Song on the bench. Yan Song lowered his head, didn't speak, and kept wiping his sweat.

Although the sweat is gone, he is still wiping.

Once, twice.

But everyone behind understood that he was no longer wiping his sweat.

Yan Song understands that the last attack may be handed over to himself, and the heavens will be responsible for everyone...

After exhaling, Yan Song stood up, and the game just returned to normal.

Jordan didn't play, and the others were replaced a few times to press and defend the rest of the Knicks.

"Give me the ball."

Just five words seem to reveal a lot.

It was not easy for Yan Song to fight for four quarters in a row. Now, he still has to face the big task of lore...

A whistle broke the silence, and the field became lively again, 4 seconds.

Yan Song received the ball at the top of the arc, and without any hesitation, he rushed straight to the right next to the equally tired Jordan.

When he got to the right, the point where Jordan just shot, there were 2.2 seconds left in the clock.

"Yan Song made a shot!"

As the commentary said, Yan Song stopped abruptly and shook his hands, looking like he was shooting.

It was not only the commentators who were deceived, but also the fans and Jordan.

With Jordan's body together, his big hand wanted to touch the ball in Yan Song's hand, but those efforts were useless.

Yan Song switched the ball to the left, and his whole body burst out with the final strength.

"Backshot!"

The point where Jordan just shot is exactly the same as Jordan.

Yan Song shot in 0.8 seconds, and everyone stopped breathing for a while.

When the dust has settled and the basketball is near the hoop.

Yan Song also fell backward due to exhaustion.

Then, at the last 0.1 seconds, when everyone heard a clear sound of surfing the Internet, Yan Song lay on the ground, trying to raise his head to look...

"The ball...goes in..."

"Boom!"

The commentator was violent, and a gunshot shot through the bull.

Yan Song...lore the Chicago Bulls!
　Just got back from the hospital.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)