from the golden generation

Chapter 32 The Passion of New York Fans (for collection)
The next day, NO.19.

The Knicks have no game today, and Yan Song is resting in bed.

Recalling the dark game yesterday, the referee ignored malicious fouls, but was very strict with the Knicks.

Fortunately, Mr. Stern arrived in time, otherwise Yan Hai would be afraid that he would die on the court.

David also heard about the follow-up through relationships.

It seems that when my compatriots watched that game, they saw themselves being bullied.

Teams have been organized to criticize the NBA.

For fear of making things worse, the NBA is developing China's NBA market again.

Therefore, Stern came to the scene in person to save Yan Song from the fire and water.

It just so happened that there was no competition today, so Yan Song rarely felt like going out for a walk.

For a long time, Yan Hai slept in the arena, and his teammates urged him more than once to hurry up and buy a house.

Yan Hai couldn't stand their nagging, no.

Now I have gone out to choose houses in nearby lots.

And it was originally in Iverson's place.

A while ago, AI told itself that it had been sold, and Yan Song also received the items he had there a few days later.

Yan Song didn't even throw it away, he was rather nostalgic.

This doesn't look like a rich man with more than 1000 million.

Dressed in casual clothes and wearing a pair of white and orange shoes, Yan Song strolled on the streets of New York.

Yan Song didn't rush to find the house, but Yan Song didn't treat his stomach badly.

After going around for a while, Yan Song's mouth was full of greasy food.

Seeing that Yan Song was satisfied with his meal, the shopkeeper handed the towel to Yan Song and said with a smile.

"Brother, you have a big appetite."

"Well, the main thing is that it's delicious."

Yan Song pursed his lips, bought another copy, and stood aside to enjoy it.

"Did you watch the Knicks-Pistons game yesterday?"

"Look, they are really shameless, how can they play like that."

Yan Song heard the sound and looked, it was a few boys who were about the same age as him.

Each of them was carrying a schoolbag, which was bulging, and Yan Song knew it was a basketball at a glance.

Several boys chatted and smelled the aroma of burgers.

Among them, the black guy with a cropped head sniffed it fiercely with his nose, then looked at the burger stand, and pulled two friends over.

"Boss, two cheeseburgers, no ketchup."

"I want a Big Mac."

The three boys scrambled, after paying the money.

While waiting, continue chatting.

"When I saw Yan Song fall down yesterday, I was so frightened."

After the short-cut boy finished speaking, the blond-haired boy next to him continued.

"Well, when my dad saw Yan Song fall down yesterday, he dropped all the wine glasses."

"puff…"

Yan Song in the corner couldn't help but chuckle, he really couldn't hold back.

The boys glanced at Yan Song, but did not recognize him.

"By the way, Yan Song smashed the basket a few days ago. How much do you think he weighs?"

"I don't know how much he weighs, but I know he can eat."

The words fall.

The boys laughed loudly, and Hamburg spread the rebound and said.

"He can eat, but this little brother can eat it?"

"This little brother has already eaten six Big Macs."

After the boss finished speaking, the boys all looked at Yan Song who was chewing food.

"This buddy looks like a person?"

The little brother with an inch head stroked his chin, his brain working rapidly.

"Fuck, this, isn't this, Yan Song!"

The yellow-haired boy's mouth was a little pissed with excitement.

Before the words fell, the little brother with an inch head also saw Yan Song's true face in Lushan, and almost stopped.

Fortunately, the tallest black burly man of the three supported them.

As for the boss who heard the sound, he also put down his work at this time, and excitedly held Yan Song's hand.

"Oh my God!"

The boss was shocked and shouted excitedly.

"I saw Yan Song!"

The voice fell.

The passers-by around looked this way, and after confirming that it was correct, they rushed forward to greet the shooting guard who fought for New York.

"Idol, please sign for me."

"Idol, teach me how to play basketball."

"Idol!"

"Idol."

The voices of passers-by were chirping like sparrows, Yan Song was recognized as a celebrity for the first time on the street.

It was also the first time I felt the love for myself from the people of New York.

"Thank you all, thank you all."

Yan Song politely replied to people's words, and took the little fan's pen.

Sign your name on the items they handed you.

The signature was made by Yan Song himself, and it was completed at one time, simple but very beautiful.

Yan Song signed his name on jerseys, basketballs, and hats.

The hamburger stall owner didn't bring anything, so he simply asked Yan Song to sign his bald head.

Yan Song originally thought that the crowd would gradually decrease over time, but unexpectedly there were more and more people.

In the end, the crowd turned into a crowd and took Yan Song directly to a nearby stadium.

The boys who were playing basketball on the court saw for the first time a crowd that was similar to a street protest.

They all picked up their basketballs and quickly evaded.

But after understanding, he cheered with everyone.

The size of the crowd even attracted the attention of the police, whose sirens were silenced.

Unknown to the police, they walked through the crowd and saw the yellow-skinned boy in the middle of the court.

"Who is that?"

"The shooting guard of the Knicks, Yan Song."

The female fan replied, and then greeted Yan Songxiu with two moves.

As for Yan Song in the center of the court, he just felt like a monkey being watched.

What are you doing?I just eat a hamburger. I'm here to buy a house, not to perform.

Yan Song smiled on the surface, maintaining his image.

But I have already started to curse in my heart, so it's not enough.

I don't seem to have done anything, I just play ball, why do I suddenly have so many fans.

Yan Song, who didn't know what was going on, was still standing there stupidly, when a bold boy came out from the team.

Willing to be Yan Song's one-on-one opponent, Yan Song thinks that the man looks like the guy with the cut hair who just bought a hamburger.

Faced with the love and support of the New York fans, Yan Song didn't want to refuse, and asked the boy for the ball, which was considered to be a one-on-one agreement.

But the moment Yan Song took the ball, the fans became even more excited, boiling so much that they could boil the water in the iron pot.

"Brother Yan, please teach me a lot."

The inch-cut man took off his jacket and patted the ground with both hands, expressing that he would definitely defend himself seriously.

Yan Song smiled and took the ball together, shot at half court, and made a hollow hit.

"Alas!"

The fans should not scream and cheer at the top of their lungs, which made Yan Song's ears ring.

At this time, Yan Song also realized that he was never alone.

Yan Song originally thought that those who supported him would always be those few people.

If it wasn't for his identity being exposed today, Yan Song would probably remain foolish for a long time.

Yan Song, who wanted to understand everything, suddenly felt so warm in his heart. Is the support of the fans so strong?

Yan Song forgot about the shitty things about race, and smiled...

(End of this chapter)