ushernet Chapter 258 Black gangster!trouble?
Chapter 258 Black gangster!trouble?
Chapter 258 Black gangster!trouble?
After landing, Yan Song stood in front of Hardaway, that coercion was still being released.
Hardaway panted heavily. He didn't feel relieved now, but felt even more uncomfortable.
"The game is over, why is there still tension?"
Hardaway thought to himself, Yan Song's words made him feel even more uncomfortable, feeling a little suffocated.
"Uh, hoo."
Hardaway tried his best to adjust his state. He didn't want to admit that he was intimidated by a rookie.
He had always thought that the pressure Yan Song put on him would not continue to rise, but he never expected that Yan Song would actually put such pressure on him.
Hardaway's fingers were shaking, Yan Song smiled contemptuously and walked past him.
People go, the final whistle blows.
The sound let everyone present release their tension.
In the next second, Yan Song was lifted up by Houston and others.
Everyone lifted Yan Song up and threw it, and then continued to throw it after falling down to catch it.
The fans also cheered together, the commentator stepped on the stool, pointed in the direction of Yan Song, and cast their eyes on the ground in admiration.
This is the strength of the best rookie.This is a player who can win a team in his rookie period.
There is no doubt about Yan Song's strength, one attack and one defense will completely kill the Heat.
With a three-point lore and a deadly block, Yan Song became the best player in the game. In four quarters, Yan Song scored 45 points, 7 assists, 6 rebounds, 4 steals, and 3 blocks. .
The cheers continued for a long time and echoed in Madison Garden.
"We love you, Yan Song!"
"MVP! MVP!"
...
Listening to people's good reputation for him, Yan Song's heart blossomed, and now he also has a smile on his face.
"I wish I could stay here..."
"Unfortunately, the Knicks are not my destination after all."
Yan Song suddenly felt sad.
"I thought about one person, one city, but...why do so many things happen..."
"Where will I go in the future? Where will I be traded?"
Yan Song's smile disappeared, and then he raised his head to the sky and roared, frightening the surrounding teammates for a moment.
"Is Yan Song crazy?"
Houston was shocked. Immediately afterwards, Yan Song lay on the ground, his expression made everyone speechless.
Anger, extreme anger, sadness, desolate sadness...
Nothing happened in this match, people were very surprised by Yan Song's reaction.
Only Van Gundy and others know what Yan Song is roaring and roaring for.
He didn't want to leave the team, Van Gundy knew it, and so did Ewing.
They also wanted to help Yan Song, but Ewing was shameless and went to the president's office twice in a row.
But it doesn't help... nothing works, Yan Song will leave the Knicks after the end of the 98-99 season, and the 99 season will start.
Then Yan Song will appear in other teams, become the enemy of the Knicks, and be reviled and disgusted by the Knicks.
Yan Song is ready now, he wants to encourage his fans, everyone's face is full of joy, it's okay.
Joy will be replaced by disgust, and Yan Song will not be blinded by temporary encouragement.
"How much you love me today, you will love me tomorrow, I know."
In the locker room, Yan Song was wearing a towel, crying silently.
"It's really fucking aggrieved."
"Boom."
Yan Song punched the iron cabinet, and he suddenly became irritable and vulnerable.
The Knicks fans said they loved him, but in Yan Song's heart, he knew that these would turn into more vicious insults in the future.
Yan Song felt unprecedented pressure, Houston was always by his side, he did not persuade Yan Song.
Yan Song can vent as much as he wants, but he won't stop him.
After Yan Song calmed down for a while, Houston put his arm on and patted Yan Song's back.
Yan Song wiped his face with a towel, then raised his head and looked at Houston.
It was the first time Houston saw Yan Song like this, he felt a little distressed, and said.
"Yan Song, are you all right?"
"It's okay, I just feel a little uncomfortable all of a sudden, and I can't figure out something."
Yan Song wiped his face again, Houston knew he was wiping his tears, so he wouldn't say it.
Yan Song is very face-saving, even when he is sad, he doesn't want anyone to speak ill of him.
Seeing that Yan Song was fine, Houston was relieved.
Yan Song said it was okay when he said it was okay, this person has no heart, he just went straight to the point.
Yan Song stayed for a while, didn't continue to make trouble, got up and took off his jersey, and began to change clothes.
Seeing that Yan Song took the initiative, everyone felt relieved.
From this point of view, Yan Song is still very fragile, and this kind of reaction has something to do with his lack of love.
Sure enough, it is difficult to make up for the previous trauma, Yan Song is still immature for being so emotional.
If Ewing was here, Yan Song would probably hold You Boss and cry...
...
The game against the Heat was over, and Yan Song did not go home.
After saying goodbye to his teammates, Yan Song went to the street to relax.
On the street, the streets of New York are the same as before, and passers-by will still look sideways at this big man, at his yellow skin.
If they recognized Yan Song, their disgusted eyes would turn into awe.
If they didn't recognize this big man, their disgusted eyes would become more and more serious until the other party disappeared from his field of vision.
Yan Song has long been used to people's eyes, he didn't speak, at most he only clicked his tongue a few times.
They are disrespectful to themselves, but they dare not offend themselves.
After all, how dare a group of guys who are about 1.7 meters tall find a big man over two meters tall.
But this is a world where there are fools.
Yan Song was still walking when a group of black people saw him not far away.
Among them, a black man wearing a colorful turban bared his teeth and claws. He didn't know what he said to his brothers.
I saw him put his hands in his pockets and strode away.
"Yo, brother."
As the black man said, he stretched out his hand and hit Yan Song hard on the chest.
Yan Song was condescending and stared at him.
"what's up?"
Yan Song said coldly.
"If there's nothing else, please get out of the way."
Although there was the word please in Yan Song's words, the tone was extremely strong.
The black man felt that Yan Song was dissatisfied with himself, and was about to continue to fight, but Yan Song directly knocked him away.
"There are so many little people."
Yan Song has not been in contact with these social figures for a long time, and Yan Song has no interest in them.
The black man was knocked away and took several steps back.
But the black brothers burst into laughter when they saw this scene. They patted their thighs, leaned on their brother's shoulders, and laughed at the foolish brother.
"Fack, bastard!"
Annoyed at being mocked black guy takes dick out of pocket.
He stepped forward in two steps and was about to greet Yan Song on the back while talking.
"Pfft."
"Ding dong."
Two voices sounded at the same time, and the black baby iron guy fell to the ground.
When people looked, Yan Song raised his foot, and the black man had already been kicked away.
"Damn it, let's do this grandson!"
Seeing Yan Song beating someone, several black people stopped laughing at their brothers and started walking towards Yan Song.
Seeing that they refused to let him go, Yan Song first kicked away the iron guy who fell on the ground, and then turned around to face a group of black gangsters.
(End of this chapter)