Super Evolution of Basketball

Chapter 74 A Mouth of Poisonous Milk!
The next day, Rachel arrived at the arena early. There were still two hours before the start of the game, and the outside was already packed. It is said that it was because the game invited a queen-level figure to warm up the field.

This arrangement is a regular part of major sports events in the United States. Special guests will be invited to lead the national anthem before the opening of ordinary games, but for this special game, heavyweight stars are often invited to heat up the atmosphere in advance.

For example, Justin Timberlake was invited to the finals held in Utah last year.

"Excuse me, thank you." Rachel held up her SLR camera and pushed through the crowd to the reporter channel.

After finally reaching the southeast corner gate, several burly security guards guarded here, checking the press passes of the people entering and leaving.

The queue of reporters was not short, and Rachel saw that she would arrive in a while, so she turned on the camera to capture images of the fans outside the stadium.

Adjust the aperture, press the shutter, click.

A colorful picture appeared on the display.

The lineup of fans has changed significantly from before. The University of Kentucky wears white jerseys, while Duke University wears the usual blue jerseys.

It stands to reason that fans should only have two camps, blue and white, but today there is an extra pink camp that is neatly dressed.

"Tyler! Taylor! Taylor!"

Countless pink fans held high the LED nameplates of "I Love Taylor Swift", trying to cover up the fans' voices, proving that Taylor Swift's fans are the strongest in the world.

The famous Taylor Swift Rachel has of course heard of it. It turns out that the legendary opening queen turned out to be America's sweetheart, and she can indeed be called a queen.

The crowd in the distance made a commotion, and then automatically split to the two sides to make way.

A Cadillac Escade painted pink was slowly approaching, and the pink camp screamed.

The car door opened, and a fashionable and beautiful blonde came down, waving to fans frequently.

The reporters who were queuing up took out their weapons and aimed at the singer, and the sound of clicking was endless.

Rachel intentionally took a few photos of Taylor Swift with the fans behind her as the background. The fans in the background, whether wearing blue or white jerseys, looked at each other coldly. In their hearts, only the players they love are the most worthy of support in the world.

Rachel stares at the camera and laughs.

Taylor Swift, escorted by security, went straight to the press channel, and some crazy fans followed suit.

"Miss, please step aside!" A big security guard pushed Rachel aside, mercilessly.

Rachel backed away in a hurry, staggered, accidentally dropped the lens cap on the ground, and Gululu rolled out.

"Hey, this one is very expensive to match with the original factory!" Rachel hurriedly bent down to chase after it.

A pair of high heels suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, the limited edition of "Renee Jovi" in 2015.

The slender red leather belt is tied on the instep of the foot, tightened gently, and there is no decoration other than that. The snow-white and delicate feet are almost completely exposed. The pink nail polish contrasts with the white skin, like a few plum blossoms secretly drilled out of a handful of snow on the treetops in winter.

"Miss, here you are." A beautiful and soft voice came.

Rachel stands up hastily and takes her own lens cap from Taylor Swift.

"Thank you, Miss Taylor." Rachel said in her heart that it was really strange. It turned out that even women would blush when they saw a real beauty.

Taylor Swift moved her sunglasses down, revealing her blue eyes: "You are so beautiful!"

"Eh? Thank you...thank you." Rachel's face turned even redder.

"Wow, Taylor Swift is really nice! Take good care of that little reporter!" Her short stay caused the fans to go crazy again, and the security had to protect her and leave quickly.

Rachel had a black line on her face.

"Taylor! Taylor! Taylor!" The fans frantically tried to catch up, but were blocked by security.

"Let's go in quickly, there are more and more people." A reporter next to Rachel reminded her.

Rachel followed him hurriedly into the gym with her DSLR camera in hand.

"Rachel, our seats are here." Two groups of fans in the stadium had already started to compete, and it was very noisy. The reporter greeted Rachel loudly.

Rachel walked past the Kentucky bench, but the players hadn't entered the field yet, and they couldn't find the two familiar figures.

There is still more than an hour before the start of the game, and the two teams are still in the hotel and have not set off.

"Xiaoshan, Xiaoshan, where is my wristband, the one with Taylor's name embroidered on it!" Downs frantically turned the suitcase upside down.

Yuan Qingshan shouted helplessly: "Didn't you press under the pillow last night, and said that you could dream of her like this!"

Downs pulled out a white wristband from under the pillow, stuck it to his cheek and giggled.

"My God, I really doubt whether you can play games with your idiot appearance." Yuan Qingshan said helplessly, covering his forehead.

Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang!There was a knock on the door.

"Are you two ready, it's time to go!"

It was Coach John's voice.

The two didn't dare to neglect, and hurried to the front hall to join everyone.

The Wildcats bus drove steadily to the Lucas Oil Arena. Coach John repeated the tactics that had been arranged in the car. The team members no longer had the usual hippie smiles. Their expressions were very serious, but it could be seen that all of them were full of fighting spirit.

……

"The Wildcats are coming!"

It wasn't just someone yelling, Rachel hurriedly stood up and looked into the player tunnel. It was really the Wildcats of the University of Kentucky, and Downs was walking in the front.

Last night that out-of-shape big boy looked so tall, mighty and heroic after putting on the white battle suit.

"Duke, Duke, win everything!" The blue team also shouted, and another championship team, the Duke University Blue Devils, came out of the player tunnel on the other side of the court.

Rachel ran towards the University of Kentucky without hesitation, holding the camera.

When she passed the commentary booth, she heard someone say: "Little girl, run slowly, your Mark II is very expensive!"

Rachel made a grimace while running, and nodded hurriedly after recognizing that it was O'Neill, the big shark.

"Wow, it looks like Kentucky is very popular!" O'Neill sighed.

Stockton recalled the exhortation from the broadcast director to smooth things over between O'Neal and Barkley before departure, and quickly answered, "Yes, their last game against Wisconsin was a national sensation."

"Charles, what do you think, who can win this game?" O'Neal asked Barkley deliberately.

Stockton complained in his heart, why is this pair of fat friends so difficult to deal with, I have worked so hard to smooth things over for you, but you still have to take the initiative to provoke him.

However, Barkley did not act so childishly angry this time, but answered seriously after thinking carefully for three seconds: "I think the Duke University Blue Devils will win the 2014-2015 season championship!"

Boom!O'Neill hammered the table with his big fist, and then two slaps flew up.

"What a mouthful of poisonous milk!"

(End of this chapter)