Chapter 182

The second stop of the Bulls' three-game road trip, vs Philadelphia 76ers.

Two hours before the game.

Bulls locker room.

Led by Su Yan and Yao, the Bulls players were dressing and tidying up; everyone rested a little, preparing to go to the court for warm-up training and preparation.

Tyson Chandler was on the phone, his gentle voice making it clear at once that he was chatting with his girlfriend.

"Baby, when you can't eat the bun yourself, I can help you."

"Hehe, I know, I know."

"I miss you so much, baby, but I have to play the game, there's no way around it.

During the time I can't see you, baby, my longing for you can only be comforted by the lingering warmth left on my hands."

"Baby, remember to eat on time, I'll come find you to play after I finish the game."

"Kiss, baby, bye-bye~"

Yes.

Chandler was in the locker room, right while everyone was there, talking shamelessly with his girlfriend.

Although he will be a "Rebound Monster" in the future.

But after all, he is only 21 years old now, at the age of dry wood and raging fire, having a new girlfriend, it is normal to be shamelessly clingy.

Pippen, who heard the whole thing, revealed a motherly smile.

After Chandler hung up the phone, he gave him a thumbs up and laughed: "Beautiful, while you're young, you should play more.

Enjoy yourself more."

Chandler shook his head, serious, "Brother Pippen, this time I'm serious, I will be responsible for her, I will marry her."

"You're full of crap."

Pippen kicked him, "I don't know you yet."

"Hahaha~"

Chandler, who couldn't hold it in, also laughed loudly.

On the side.

"Hiss..."

Yao clicked his tongue, sighing with a smile, "Americans are just open, they play wildly, they don't know how to be low-key at all."

"How do you say that?"

Su Yan blinked, a bit confused.

Thinking: Isn't it normal for this young man to be in a relationship?

And Pippen at this time smiled and "Q"ed Su Yan, "Su, do you love eating buns?"

"Uh..."

Su Yan thought for a moment and answered seriously, "It's alright, I don't really love them that much, but if I really have to eat them.

I prefer pickled vegetable buns."

"Hahaha~"

"Hahaha~"

Hearing Su Yan say this, Pippen and Chandler both laughed like crazy.

Yao also shook his head and smiled foolishly.

Hinrich, who was tying his shoelaces, shook his head while laughing and scolding: "Su is still a child, don't tease him.

Don't lead him astray."

Su Yan:???

Uh-huh? I'm just eating a bun, what's wrong?

Don't lead me astray, what does this mean?! What does this have to do with eating buns?!

Don't understand.

Su Yan completely didn't understand, looking at Yao who was smiling foolishly on the side, couldn't help but ask: "Brother Yao, what do they mean?

It seems this isn't the first time they've said some strange things."

"Uh..."

Yao thought for a moment and dropped a sentence, "Maybe... the buns they are talking about now are not real buns."

"Oh?"

Su Yan blinked, thought for a while, and still didn't understand.

"Forget it, whatever."

Su Yan couldn't be bothered to pay attention.

After Pippen teased Su Yan as usual, everyone came to the court together to warm up; the home team Philadelphia players were also already warming up.

10 minutes before the game.

ESPN reporter Marc Stein found Iverson and interviewed him: "Allen, what do you think about the recent hot rookie Su Yan wanting to crush the 'Four Great Shooting Guards' and become the 'Fifth Shooting Guard'?"

"Uh..."

Iverson shrugged, dismissive, "If Su Yan has that ability, then becoming the 'Fifth Shooting Guard' is no problem.

However.

If you say he will step on my head to become the 'Fifth Shooting Guard', then I won't agree; tonight I will win the game."

This is Philadelphia, the territory of the "Answer."

Su Yan wants to step on him to get to the top, and even get to a status equal to him; can Iverson, who is strong-willed and never admits defeat, agree?

Of course not.

And these words from Iverson made the game gradually heat up before it even started.

Before long.

The warm-up ended, both starting lineups took the court, and the real game was about to arrive.

Philadelphia 76ers starters: PG: Allen Iverson, SG: Glenn Robinson, SF: Eric Snow, PF: Kenny Thomas, C: Samuel Dalembert.

Chicago Bulls starters: PG: Hinrich, SG: Su Yan, SF: Pippen, PF: Antonio, C: Yao.

"Jump! Ball!"

The jump ball between Dalembert and Yao.

Dalembert grabbed the right timing, jumped before Yao, tipped the ball away, Kenny Thomas caught it and gave it to Iverson.

Advancing to the front court, executing the first offense of the game for the 76ers.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Iverson came to the middle of the arc top, passed to Glenn Robinson to drive, attacked in, attracting the defense of Hinrich and Pippen, and Yao was also sitting in the paint.

Couldn't attack.

Pulled back out.

Gave it back to Iverson at the arc top, SF Snow came up to screen, Iverson went around the screen to the right wing to shake off the defense.

Accelerated to drive.

"Step!"

Just about to rush.

Su Yan came over to help; on the very first offense, the two matched up.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Iverson started his butterfly-like crossovers, his speed was astonishing, making people dizzy, completely not knowing where his next dribble would land.

Not knowing when he would suddenly accelerate to drive, or jump to shoot.

Fast.

Extremely fast.

This is... the power of the "Crossover Demon" Iverson.

"Such fast dribbling."

Su Yan felt slightly surprised, and narrowed his eyes, "But... under the 【Eye of the Heavenly Emperor】 of the fantasy basketball ability.

I can see through your flashy dribbling just the same."

【Eye of the Heavenly Emperor】 bloomed.

Su Yan's pair of black pupils kept rotating, constantly locking onto Iverson's every move. ===== CHAPTER 184 =====