"Scott..." The DJ at the scene loudly introduced the names of the Bulls players.

"Pippen!" The home fans shouted neatly.

"The next one is our soul, the flying man... Michael..."

"Jordan!"

The overwhelming call made people feel pain in their ears, which was several times higher than when they called "Ryan" just now.

Ryan sighed a little. Michael Jordan is the king here, he is just a passerby, and his stage is destined not to belong here.

The game started to heat up. After all, basketball is one of the favorite sports for Americans. Driven by the atmosphere on the spot, George and Jinsley both began to cheer, but Ryan was quite bored.

He only knew that the goal outside the arc was three-pointer and two-pointer inside the line, and he didn't even know the rules, so he could understand the game. Clapping and yelling were just pretending, after all, the camera lens would sweep from time to time.

Soon, he discovered something strange. Why did the guy with colorful hair and tattoos disappear in the three troikas? For him, that person is more interested in than the basketball emperor!

OK! He admitted that the reason he met Rodman, the strange friendship between him and Kim Sanpang in his previous life that was shocking the world... Well, there is also the scandal between him and Madonna. According to him, Madonna is the woman who surprised him the most. Not only did he dare to meet him in front of her agent, he couldn't satisfy her...

Thinking of Madonna, Ryan suddenly shivered. People often talked about the men or women she had played with, and they could line up from Beverly Hills to Malibu.

That is the real terrifying existence...

Ryan took his ability to use both minds and minds to the limit. Despite his head full of gossip and scandals, when Kingsley and George applauded, he subconsciously applauded and applauded, no different from a qualified fan.

"Ryan, prepare, you're about to have an intermission break!" Jinsli could naturally notice that he was distracted and reminded him quickly.

"Oh~"

After responding, Ryan took the functional drink and moistened his throat slightly. Since the Bulls' jersey was put outside the short-sleeved shirt, he didn't have to run back to the locker room.

"Today, it is an important night for the city of Chicago. On this important night, we invited a heavyweight guest to perform!" When the players left the court and the cheerleaders in cool clothes danced the thigh dance, the DJ's voice came from the live music, "Next, please invite Ryan... Jenkins to bring us "I Believe I Can Fly"!"

"Wow, please Ryan!"

"Ryan! Ryan! Ryan!"

The call from the scene became louder and louder, and even the music was suppressed.

Ryan had just stepped onto the wooden floor when a blonde cheerleader immediately brought the microphone.

After taking the microphone, the blonde girl had already hugged him hard, and the strong smell of perfume almost made him suffocate.

"Good evening, friends in Chicago! I'm very happy to come to United Sports Center to witness such a great game." Ryan's performance was definitely worthy of the best supporting actor Little Golden Man, "I believe I can fly, dedicated to all friends who love basketball, dedicated to the great Michael Jordan, and dedicated to the basketball god in Chicago!"

Fortunately, he still knew how to restrain himself and shouted out the basketball god of Chicago, otherwise it would definitely cause dissatisfaction in other regions. Michael Jordan is not the future.

When the accompaniment sounded, the audience gradually became quiet, and then Ryan's singing voice sounded.

"I thought I could not hold on. Life was just a melancholy song, but now I understand..."

Unlike the style of the album, the live accompaniment was reorganized by Ryan again, adding a little light rock style, the rhythm was more rapid and clear, and the gloom in the song disappeared completely, which was more suitable for singing in such a hot occasion.

"I believe I can fly, I believe I can touch the sky..."

The song gradually turned high, and a smile broke out from the corner of his mouth. Ryan waved to a female cheerleader and signaled her to throw the basketball over.

"He can still play basketball?"

Many people are a little curious. Everyone knows that Ryan Jenkins devoted all his spare time to work and never heard of him playing basketball.

The brown basketball drew a parabola, and many people were speculating that this talented young man might have a few simple dribbling or spinning, otherwise the most basic three-step layup was also possible.

Just in front of everyone, the song happened to be buffering after the chorus, and Ryan came out...

"Um~"

Amid the sighs of the audience, the basketball fell steadily on Ryan's feet like an obedient child, as if it was glued on it, without moving.

"This is?"

Ryan shook his feet and the basketball flew up. The left shoulder, right shoulder, forehead, knee, thigh, left foot, right foot, the basketball seemed to have become a part of his body. Wherever it landed, it would land.

A few viewers who have watched football games have already understood, this... is this to bump the ball! Or a fancy ball!

"Look, I stand on the verge of victory, and loud shouts can witness the birth of miracles. There are many dreams in life waiting for us to realize..."

When the song rang again, Ryan, who was well-behaved in the basketball, bounced back and forth between his left and right feet. Although he was confident, this was broadcast live to the whole United States and even the world. He had to reduce the difficulty when singing. If he messed up, it would be embarrassing.

"I believe I can fly! Spread my wings and fly high!"

Amid the intense music, Ryan's old habit began to develop, his blood boiled, his heart beat faster, and the jumping side was revealed.

"I believe I can fly! I saw me fly into the open door of victory..."

He gently lifted his right foot, and the basketball flew high, over his head, and fell behind him. Just when everyone thought the ball was about to fly away, Ryan stretched out his left foot, and a scorpion swung his tail, hooking the basketball into the sky again.

"I believe I can fly, I believe I start flying!"

The singing fell and the basketball fell. Ryan's head shrank slightly, and the ball stopped steadily on his forehead.

"Crazy~"

The audience burst into warm applause, and even those who don’t understand football understand that this series of juggling is related to the English football played by Europeans.

Just...it's just, this is the basketball court, this is the NBA finals, what does it mean to be a big football player here? I deliberately smash the situation?

"I Believe I Can Fly" is very suitable for basketball. The young man is talented and has a huge influence among teenagers. Why can't he be asked to write an advertising song and shoot it into an MV for promotion? If he can still perform British ball-bumping techniques, it may be possible to change the publicity work that has been very unsuccessful.

By the way, remember to invite Maria Kelly, and it is possible that two singer-songwriters can collaborate.

This is impossible. To attract the public's attention in the football desert, long-term and frequent publicity work is required. The football publicity rules in other places are not easy to use on this land.
Chapter completed!