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Chapter 147 Christine's Backstab

Chatting has already fallen into a still picture, not even responding to the referee's whistle.

The referee is also very humane. He didn't give a technical foul because he didn't raise his hand. He just walked up to remind him once, and raised his hand belatedly. Unexpectedly, he would leave the field with such a foul.

With Xiao Se's back, No. 8 in the Spoutai Center sat back on the bench full of sadness and helplessness.

Just as the referee was about to blow the whistle to restore order to the game, suddenly there was another wave of noise from the fans in the auditorium. On the big screen, Christine flung off the windbreaker he was wearing, and pulled his sweater with both hands.

I am a XXX!

The referee was stunned. Although there would occasionally be some irrational fans in the arena watching HI and taking off their clothes, men and women were not uncommon, but if they were as beautiful as Christine, and they were still taking off their clothes in the first row, it would be amazing. It is reasonable. At this time, the referee should ask the security to step forward to stop it, but... for some reason, the referee does not want to rush to deal with this sudden situation.

There were booing and applause, and the Sputnik fans all thought that Christine was trying to cheer up the chatter.

Even Jessica Alba covered her mouth in amazement, which is too bold, although she would like to do something for chatting, but this is really too bold.

The chatter on the bench looked at the big screen with some anticipation and a little bit of bewilderment, and was actually very moved.

But 2 seconds later, the Spurs fans were silent, Jessica Alba was doubting her life, chattering and feeling like she was so touched...Because, under the sweater, Kristin was wearing a crimson No. 1 jersey!
No matter how beautiful Christine is, it is definitely not one or two who want to beat her up now.

Wearing a red jersey, Christine gave a thumbs up to the court and yelled in a sweet voice: "Bull! Kill them!"

There was a sound of gasping in the stadium, and now Naka looked at Christine angrily. It had been a long time since he had the urge to swear at a woman, but he couldn't help it anymore. He didn't come here to watch the game.

You have to wear No. 1 to support Mahon all the time, so you don’t say anything. After all, he also has fans at the goddess level. I’m not jealous, but look at what Christine has done. Is this something a human can do! ?

Even undercover! ?
In response, Mahon gave a thumbs up, and the referee gave Christine a warning.

"Oh, my God, she is so hot, she dares to flirt with you, you can handle this kind of woman, boss, you are so cool!" Artest rushed to Ma Hong's side excitedly, he was so excited that he was so excited that he was in a mess.

"She's not my woman, she's a buddy, but in an attitude of being responsible for your life, Taizi, don't get close to her." Ma Hong said with a smile, although Christine showed a wave of tiger butt friction repeatedly, and he would be tied to the Lakers in the future, but Ma Hong didn't care, he liked the feeling of fighting side by side with Christine.

Ma Hong was surrounded by the bull crowd asking questions, the referee gave a warning with a straight face, and then the game resumed.

Uh, Jessica Alba was full of disbelief at this time, arrogantly ignoring Christine, although she was not wearing a jersey on the outside, but inside, Jessica Alba was also wearing a women's sports tube top, the Lakers No. 8, the jerseys are different, how can we be friends! ?

Christine sat back in her seat, seeming to divert her attention from Alba, which made the Half-Blood Goddess a little disappointed.

She could see that Christine was interested in her, because of the look in Christine's eyes, she wanted to strip and eat her naked, but now that she changed the jersey, it gave Alba a feeling that Christine put on his pants and didn't recognize anyone.

Bah, scumbag.

The atmosphere in the auditorium was a little awkward.

However, the atmosphere in the arena was very happy, and the Lakers were not so sympathetic. This guy was too strict, and he didn't recognize his relatives during training.

Now that someone can cheat him, the Lakers are happy to see it succeed.

Ao Pang was very happy with this kind of innocuous joke, and even vented more than half of his original energy. The other players were similar, and they might really remember this as hatred for eternity, and they probably only talked about one person.

The Lakers still have an absolute advantage in the score, but now they have become a weak side, lacking chattering outside support, and the Zen Master re-appointed Fisher.

But Mahon’s command was excellent. He continued to use Artest to kill Fisher, and then double-teamed O’Neal to try to prevent the monster from getting the ball. Of course, this level of blockade was of limited use to O’Neal.

The Bulls appeared to be in disarray, but they were all in Mahon's calculations. Although they were in a hurry, there was no confusion. Even if they were suppressed all the time, the Bulls still played in an orderly manner. At the end of the fourth quarter, with Artest's violent dunk, the score was tied by the Bulls!
Overtime.

Shaq O'Neal, this guy is indeed an exaggeration, and the league's signature is well-deserved. At this point in the game, Eddie Curry and Oakley both left the field with six fouls. This guy still has spare energy. You know, he has played 1V3 under the basket for 41 minutes. This kind of intensity may not be able to withstand this level of strength.

When the overtime game started, O'Neal sent a powerful two-handed dunk, pushing Brad Miller out of the line.

This is the first time in the season that the Bulls are so weak inside, but there is no way, Ma Hong easily concluded that even if O'Neal only leaves 5% of his combat effectiveness, as long as he can last for 3 minutes, the victory will still belong to the Lakers.

So Mahon adjusted his strategy again, opened the whole distance, replaced Brad Miller, and put all the pitchers!
Just bet with the Lakers, I am lucky to win, and my life is lost.

When the game was played again, it was the first time that O'Neal encountered such a strange situation, because there was no one under the basket. The little boxing champion and Artest both went to the middle distance. Their goal was to snatch the bounced rebound, and the offense under the basket was completely abandoned.

Although O'Neill has very good athletic ability, he is still as fast as lightning with such an exaggerated weight. However, after playing this intense game for more than 40 minutes, it is impossible to run infinitely within the three-point line anyway. That is not what O'Neill is capable of as a heavy center.

Just the regular season, forget it.

While chattering and staring at the game from embarrassment, the Bulls felt hot and the Lakers conceded.

128 to 126, the Bulls narrowly beat the Los Angeles Lakers by 2 points.

The Sputnik fans threw down their belongings angrily. They didn't think the Lakers had lost, they just thought the Bulls were too despicable. If chatting could play the whole game, the Bulls couldn't win!

At a time like this, even the top beauties can't heal their psychological trauma... But, having said that, what about the two super beauties in the first row?

(End of this chapter)