from the golden generation

Chapter 226 Women Only Affect My Play!
Houston babbled in his heart, and the bus drove to the arena parking lot.

After the bus was parked, Yan Song jumped directly from the window.

Van Gundy originally wanted to stop it, but he was mainly afraid that Yan Song would pinch his feet.

After watching Yan Song jump out of the car, the rest got out of the car one by one.

After they got out of the car, they saw Yan Song fell to the ground, and there was a blond Caucasian woman lying on the ground in front of him.

"Sorry, I didn't see you just now."

Yan Song picked up the other party with one hand, but the other party endured the pain and squinted his eyes, still muttering and complaining.

"Don't you pay attention? I have to go to change clothes."

The woman was still muttering, waiting until she saw Yan Song for the first time.

A word flashed through her mind.

"Asian."

But in the next second, she saw Yan Song's face clearly.

The woman was attracted by the handsome guy's appearance, she blinked nervously a few times, Yan Song asked.

"Are you all right, are you a cheerleader?"

Yan Song stuffed the clothes that fell out of the ground into the woman's bag and handed them to her.

"Shhhhhh!"

Houston whistled, and the sound resonated, and Ewing and the others followed suit and whistled.

"Hi, my name is Icarus Melan."

"Aha?"

Yan Song looked at the other party with a dazed expression, what do you mean, I knocked you down by myself, so I picked up a bag for you, why did you tell me your name?
And the old bastard Houston whistled, are you sure you didn't collude with me on purpose?
Yan Song's face gradually turned green, but the girl was still standing there.

Yan Song put the backpack on his head and hurried to the Knicks' locker room.

"It's embarrassing, don't be ashamed, Americans are like this."

Yan Song ran away, and it was meaningless for the rest of the people to stay where they were. They all cut and walked slowly towards the locker room.

...

Some small accidents happened in the early stage of the game. Yan Song, a big man, blushed and didn't even change his clothes.

Ewing patted Yan Song on the back like an old senior, and laughed.

"Don't be like this, you have to face Iverson today."

"Aren't you going to show off your blushing face and confront him? Be a man and change your clothes quickly."

After Ewing finished speaking, he found that Yan Song was still motionless, so he continued.

"But yes, you are also 18 years old, do you want to find a partner or something?"

As he said that, Ewing raised his eyebrows in a wicked way.

Even if Yan Song doesn't look at her, he can still feel full of malice.

Without looking back, Yan Song gave Ewing the middle finger and told Boss You to leave quickly.

Ewing snorted, is this kid not interested in women? Why does he always refuse.

According to their words, everyone at this age has girlfriends, and some even get married and have children.

Yan Song is a bit of a special case, but think about it carefully, Yan Song is from Huaxia.

And when he was a child, he was often indoctrinated with normal Chinese thoughts by an old man, and American thoughts had little influence on Yan Song at all.

After a while, Yan Song returned to normal.

Everyone looked at Yan Song with smirks on their faces, and they laughed again after watching.

"Get out, why are you laughing, change your jersey and play the game quickly."

Yan Song waved his hand, but found that he was the only one still wearing clothes,

Others looked at Yan Song like a monkey. Yan Song felt that everything was not going well today, and now he began to wonder if he would be blown away by Iverson.

Fortunately, Yan Song's mentality did not break because of this, and he quickly adjusted his mentality.

He didn't want to be tortured to death by Ai, and he really didn't want to watch the opening ceremony and the halftime ceremony today.

The girl just now was like a wild wolf, and she had already scared Yan Song.

Never thought that I bumped into a girl today, so I almost put myself in it.

By the way, what's the girl's name?

What what, prunes?

"Forget it, it doesn't matter, I'll just play the game honestly."

Yan Song was the last one, and he was a little downcast. As he walked, the entire Knicks entered the home court of the 76ers.

As soon as Yan Song entered, he found that his teammates were gone?

"Grandma's! What's going on!"

Yan Song was furious, he looked back and found that those dog teammates were all looking at him at the entrance of the passage, and they were laughing at Lao Tzu.

Yan Song exploded with anger, the veins on his forehead popped out, he really wanted to punch them to death now.

However, there are fans here, and Iverson is also here.

It is impossible for him to shoot himself in the foot with a stone, so Yan Song calmed down.

Yan Songqiang walked towards the center of the court with embarrassment.

In the center of the court, Iverson stood there alone, facing Yan Song with his back hand.

There was no trace of expression on Iverson's face. He raised one side of his face and looked at Yan Song proudly.

"Just you and me?"

Yan Song said something nasty, and Iverson frowned slightly.

But it disappeared instantly in the next second, and after a few seconds, the rest of the people waiting in the passage all came out.

With such a confrontation between the two teams, the atmosphere immediately changed. Yan Song and Iverson, as the first to appear on the stage, naturally showed their faces.

This game was hailed as the first strong confrontation between the two in the 97 season, and no one wanted to lose.

People on both sides will fight their opponents with [-] points of energy. After the referee whistles, everyone moves and stands at the same time.

Yan Song stood in the C position in the midfield and refused to move away for a long time, Ewing pushed Yan Song away impatiently.

Yan Song was pushed and staggered, looking at Ewing with a dark face.

"Master, today is definitely my unlucky day, I am so mad!"

Everything is not going well for Yan Song today, his veins are almost bursting now.

After the jump ball ended, the 76ers got the chance for the first attack.

Iverson rushed out from the crowd without waiting for Yan Song.

Run to the inside at a very fast speed.

Yan Song chased sideways, and the two met near the free throw line.

At this time, Iverson was ready to shoot, but Yan Song came up suddenly, which made his footing unstable.

"Humph."

Iverson snorted coldly and chose to beat Yan Song.

Although his legs were disturbed, Iverson still threw the ball with a powerful operation.

The ball hits the hoop and spins twice.

"Whoosh."

The ball fell gently into the basket, and Iverson grinned, deliberately showing it to Yan Song.

Yan Song couldn't help but ask for the ball.

"Come vote for me."

Houston wanted the ball, Yan Song deliberately shouted.

"Pull it all away for me, yes, let's talk about yours."

Yan Song only said the first half of the sentence, not the second half.

This is also for the remaining face of Houston, watching Yan Song tell everyone to pull away with great fanfare.

But he made a step forward and shot a three-pointer directly from the top of the arc.

"I rely on!"

Iverson's pride disappeared just now, and before he finished scolding, the ball had already been scored.

"Master! Your uncle, shoot a three-pointer as soon as you come up."

Iverson vomited blood, but fortunately he also adjusted his mentality.

Houston cursed Yan Song as a beast in his heart.

"Damn. If you shoot a three-pointer, just shoot it directly. Why do you have to play a singles?"

Houston doesn't understand, but what can he do?They also made a three-pointer.

He is so ruthless and strong enough, there is nothing we can do about it.

...

Yan Song, who made the three-pointer, had only one thought in his mind.

"Woman, it will only affect my shooting percentage!"

(End of this chapter)