I was acting crazy in North America, and all the crazy people there took it seriously.

Chapter 219 Great legs, great balls, so round... Damn, that's too unfair!
The vehement criticism from the traditional sports world and the outrageous debates among the "Confucian scholars" pushed the second game of "Prison Basketball" to a new peak of popularity.

People across the United States, whether they were fans eager to see more outrageous scenes or bystanders with a "let's see what other crazy things you can do" mentality, all turned their attention to Detroit.

People are eagerly anticipating whether the "madness" of the opening match is just a flash in the pan, or the norm for this league. What new tricks can it come up with next?
The second regular season game of "Prison BA" saw the Chicago Bulls visit the Detroit Autobots.

The team's name itself reveals a lot: the main members of the Autobots are workers from the Detroit auto industry who have been imprisoned for various reasons.

They are an important force among the "poor people," representing the resilience of workers and... in the context of "Prison BA," their dependence on "technology."

The Autobots are exclusively sponsored by a pharmaceutical company that has developed a "vitality pill" and ambitiously intends to use the race as the perfect advertising stage for its product.

It is said that one of the main ingredients of this "vitality pill" is "kekayin" (cough cough, this is a trade secret, so I can't say more).

At the start of the game, the Autobots' strategy was simple and brutal: run, run, and run some more without sparing any effort!

They abandoned complex tactical combinations, opting instead for full-court press, high-speed rotations, and compensating for their technical shortcomings with frantic running and physical contact. Every defensive play felt like the last, and every offensive play was fueled by an unbridled, relentless drive.

Their supporters, primarily the local working class in Detroit and some "poor people's fans" who firmly believe that "technology changes destiny," perfectly embody the team's style.

They are not as well-organized or adept at psychological intimidation as Chicago gangsters, but they possess the stamina and loud voices characteristic of the working class.

From the very first second of the game, they bombarded the Bulls, especially Leon Jordan, with a relentless and deafening chorus of boos.

The sound was like the incessant whistles of a Detroit factory, endless and relentless, attempting to overwhelm its opponent with a pure ocean of noise.

Their continuous energy output makes it hard to doubt whether they (and the players on the field) have the stamina to last past halftime.

The answer lies hidden during halftime.

At halftime, the score was close, but the Autobots had a slight advantage due to their tireless playing style.

While the Bulls players slumped on the bench, trying to recover their strength, the Autobots' coaches and team doctors openly took out small medicine bottles and distributed them to the sweating players.

This is not over yet!

Meanwhile, in the stands, representatives from the pharmaceutical company and volunteers began distributing small trial packs of "Vitality Pills" to the Autobot supporters who were cheering and their faces were red from shouting!

A powerful voice boomed from the loudspeaker: "Dear Autobot supporters! Let's stand together with the guys in Auto City! Take the 'Vitality Pill,' inject continuous energy, and cheer for our team until the very last second! Use the power of technology to crush all our opponents!"

This scene, described with a hint of shock by a Voice of Freedom announcer, spread throughout the country.

Although it was already known that "Prison BA" openly supported "medical technology," the fact that it was presented to everyone so blatantly and confidently still shocked countless radio listeners with a strong sense of values.

This is just... way too honest!
But it really works!
As the second half began, the effects of "technology" started to show.

The Autobots players seemed to be wound up again; they ran more aggressively and tackled more fiercely. The defensive gaps that had appeared due to fatigue seemed to be temporarily filled by this "vitality."

In the stands, the supporters, seemingly energized by the "vitality pills," chanted with increasing uniformity and overwhelming momentum, like a tireless industrial machine, creating a powerful and suffocating "energy field" that pressured the Bulls both mentally and physically.

The score gradually widened, and the situation seemed to be developing in accordance with the script of "technology crushing talent" pre-planned by the pharmaceutical company.

Many people thought the result was just as the announcer said: the Autobots relied on the power of "technology" and used sheer numbers... no, she used a massive drug tactic to easily crush the naturally gifted team!
Many people were even somewhat disappointed – this was the “madness” they had anticipated, not a pleasant surprise at all.

However, they forgot that the "Prison BA" is never short of accidents.

This time, it was Annie's turn to show them what a truly amazing surprise was.

The Bulls nearly lost their opening game due to insufficient off-court support, which Annie still resents.

While "Black Panther" won as if divinely inspired, we can't always rely on divine intervention. A spokesperson can lose, but they absolutely cannot lose because the sponsors weren't supportive enough.

The bad news is, this is Detroit, the home of the Autobots. The opposing supporters have a significant numerical advantage, making it virtually impossible for Annie to turn the tide with the Bulls' fans. Fortunately, Annie's unconventional strategy doesn't require a large number of Bulls supporters.

Her unusual move, in fact, wasn't exactly groundbreaking; in fact, it was quite commonplace in some situations—she simply formed a cheerleading squad.

Just as the second half of the game reached its climax, a row of graceful women wrapped in coats appeared behind the baseline of the Autobots' offensive half of the court.

When everyone noticed them, they all tossed their coats aside, revealing miniskirts and crop tops that were considered "shocking" for this era!
"brush!!!"

All eyes were drawn to it.

The light, super short skirt was so short that it barely covered her buttocks, revealing her slender and fair waist. The top was a tight-fitting cropped tank top that perfectly outlined her graceful curves.

The players on the field were completely stunned.

The Bulls players thought this was a perk of the Autobots' home game, and they almost drooled.

The Autobots, already energized by the drugs, seemed to have been injected with even more energy, their blood boiling.

It was only with the referee's urgent whistle and urging that the Autobots players with the ball managed to regain their composure and reorganize their attack.

However, when they dribble up the court, get into position, and prepare to execute a play or shoot—

Under Annie's direction, this special cheerleading team suddenly began to enthusiastically lift their legs, twist their hips, and jump!
Those white, graceful figures, moving rhythmically, formed a striking "beautiful sight" under the stadium lights, seemingly out of place with the intense competition, yet incredibly eye-catching!
The Autobots players had never seen anything like this before.
How could they possibly be in the mood to play ball?!

The player dribbling the ball had his eyes fixed on the long, swaying leg. His hand slipped, and the ball hit his own foot.

The woman preparing to receive the ball followed the movement of the swaying skirt, completely forgetting about positioning herself.

Finally, a player managed to retrieve the ball amidst the chaos. In his haste to shoot, his gaze was involuntarily drawn to the swaying waist and snow-white abdomen. His shooting motion was completely distorted, and the ball flew in an absurd arc, heading straight for the stands...

Every time the Autobots attacked, the cheerleaders would dance, and the Autobots' eyes would be involuntarily drawn to those long legs, that snow-white skin, and the "scenery" under those billowing skirts, completely oblivious to the ball going out of bounds...

The audience was stunned; the boos turned into whistles, exclamations, and men's ambiguous howls.

Even the Voice of Freedom announcer was clearly taken aback by the sight: "Oh my God! Look over there! It's the Bulls' cheerleaders! Goodness! I've never seen such a scantily clad cheerleader! They're dancing behind the Autobots' basket..."

"Nice leg! No! I mean...nice shot! No! The Autobots made a mistake, the ball went right into the cheerleaders' hands! Ah no, I mean...so round!"

"..."

Although the listeners in front of the radio couldn't see the screen, just listening to the announcer's incoherent and suggestive commentary was enough to create endless fantasies in their minds, making them all itchy-hearted and drooling.

Finally, one of the announcers couldn't hold back any longer and slammed his fist on the table: "Foul! I'm going to complain about the Bulls committing a foul! Even the power of 'technology' can't withstand this kind of test! This is fucking foul!"

The other announcer almost burst out laughing, but after catching his breath, he seriously retorted, "No, no, no, this is what a normal 'prison BA' is like!"

"Now I completely understand why those experts say 'prison culture is superior'!"

His voice was filled with awe and wonder:
"Think about it, guys! To play basketball in this kind of environment, to have a strong physique to withstand collisions, to endure the test of death threats, to resist the temptation of beautiful women... just how strong is the 'Prison BA' champion who has to survive and win under such hellish conditions!"

"This isn't just playing basketball, it's forging superheroes! Every member of the 'Prison Basketball' championship team is a pillar of America's future!"

"Americans, if you want to have an iron will, you must join 'Prison BA'!"

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(End of this chapter)