"Xun Xun Mi disappears in silence."
"I can never find memories."
"..."
"A lifetime passes."
"You abandoned me bit by bit."
"...."
The gramophone was playing a song by Hua Zai. Hua Zai was the martial arts mother's favorite idol, and he even loved her more than Kimura Kimura from her own country.
One of the most regretful things in the life of a martial arts mother is that she was not able to marry Hua Zai.
Of course, maybe many women have such regrets. The most proud thing in her life is giving birth to a son who is three points more handsome than Andy Lau.
Music is playing in the living room, and Budo is practicing dribbling in the yard with a basketball. He already has a clear goal. He wants to continue on the path he gave up before!
Wu Dao's parents went to their companies after picking him up from the hospital. Although Wu Gong's company is large, it is still on the rise and is very busy every day. And Jinguji Xiangxiangli is not a full-time housewife like ordinary neon women, but holds an important position in a martial arts company.
Jinguji Budo grew up in such an environment. Although his parents loved him enough, they were busy with their own things. The lack of parental education developed Budo's introverted character. When he was in elementary school, his communication with classmates Not many, not even close playmates.
When Wu Dao was alone at home tasting loneliness, basketball was his way to relieve his loneliness.
Jinguji Budo has just entered the first grade of junior high school. He has also played basketball for three or four years and has gained some basic skills. However, he has always played basketball alone. The elementary school he attended before did not have a basketball team.
Wu Dao was dribbling the ball in the yard, frowning.
I don’t know why, but Martial Arts who traveled through time always felt that there was an invisible film between his hands and the basketball, and there was always a feeling of twisting when dribbling or shooting.
With a height of 184.7cm and a weight of 65kg, Martial Arts looks a bit thin. However, such a tall and thin martial arts body has good speed and flexibility.
"Although my body is a little thin, my height is quite good, and my family's conditions are good. I have a chance to realize my dream!"
Budo was dribbling the ball on the court at home, adapting to his current body and trying to regain his feel for the ball. In high school, he also tried to enter the youth training. If it weren't for his physical limitations, he might still be able to compete in a higher level of basketball. After school jumps, if development goes well, he may also be able to make a living in basketball.
Rather than find another way to engage in the industry you like and become a referee that everyone shouts about.
The practice of martial arts started after he returned home. He didn't need to go to school for the time being. He had nothing to do and started practicing.
Before I knew it, the sky was getting dark.
The setting sun crossed the courtyard wall, dyeing the ground crimson and lengthening the reflection of the martial arts.
On the small court, Wu Dao looked at the basket and patted the basketball gently. Sweat had soaked his clothes, and the breeze was blowing, giving him a slight chill.
"call out!"
"clang!"
...
At night, the lights are on.
Wu Dao's parents had gone home from get off work. The couple came in together, and with them was a gentle middle-aged man.
"Martial arts, stop practicing now, come here quickly!"
As soon as Wu Gong walked into the house, he heard the noise in the yard, and he thought there was a blacksmith working in his house.
After saying hello to Wu Dao, he started chatting with the gentle middle-aged man next to him.
"Youming, please go sit on the sofa for a while. I got a batch of good tea some time ago, and I have to ask you to taste it for me."
After greeting Wu Dao, Wu Dao's father led the middle-aged man who took off his shoes to the living room. After inviting him to sit down, he gave Wu Dao's mother a look.
The other party understood, put down the bag and walked into the bedroom. Not long after, he walked out with a box of beautifully packaged tea boxes and gave it to his martial arts father.
"Oh! Brother martial arts, you are too polite."
The middle-aged man seemed a little reserved, and seemed a little unaccustomed to the enthusiasm for martial arts, and then thanked him in not so fluent Chinese. While speaking, he kept bowing.
"Dad, Mom, you are back."
Wu Dao also heard the shouts of his parents at this time. He stopped training, changed his shoes and walked into the living room. He was wearing a simple sportswear, but due to long hours of practicing, he was already soaked with sweat. The clothes on the chest and back were removed, and the short sleeves clung to Budo's body, outlining his slightly thin figure.
The young man is thin, but his eyebrows have a heroic spirit that is not suitable for his age, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. Sweat hangs on the tips of the hair, reflecting the crystal light under the light.
What a handsome and dashing boy! He's actually a little more handsome than my son!
Mitsui Tomoe looked at the young man in front of him and admired in his heart.
"Youming, this is my son, Martial Arts."
"Bu Dao, this is your uncle Mitsui Tomaki. He is the current general manager of Mitsui Group and is a very close friend of dad."
"Not only that, our two families also have a lot of business dealings."
"His son also goes to the same school as you. Please say hello when you see him."
"Come and say hello to your Uncle Youming."
When Wu Gong saw his son walking out of the yard, he immediately stood up from the sofa, took Wu Dao's hand and introduced him to Mitsui Tomaki.
After listening to his father's words, Wu Dao understood the identity of the man in front of him and awkwardly greeted him in neon language: "Hello, Uncle Youming, my name is Wu Dao."
"Well, Mr. Martial Arts, I often hear your father mention you, but this is the first time I've seen you."
"What a nice young man!"
"My son's name is Mitsui Hisashi, and he also goes to Wushi Middle School. He is a second-year junior high school student. If you go back to school, you can go and ask about him."
"From now on, you can go to and from school with Ah Shou. Our home is nearby, so you two are just passing by."
Mitsui Tomaki said with a smile, but when his words entered Martial Arts' ears, he was immediately stunned.
"Misui Hisashi? Takeishi Middle School?"
"Is this world...?!"
Although Budao fully accepted the information from the original owner, there were some things that he would not have taken the initiative to remember if he didn't recall them. Of course, he didn't have a deep impression about the school he attended.
But when I heard Tomoaki Mitsui's words, memories came to my mind like a tide.
While Budo was in a daze, Mitsui Tomaki glanced at the small court in the yard, turned his head and smiled at Budo and said:
"Speaking of Mr. Martial Arts, I just saw you playing basketball in the yard?"
"My son also likes playing basketball. He has been doing it since elementary school. He is still a member of the basketball team of Takeishi Middle School."
"Speaking of that kid, the phrase he always talks about is 'dominate the whole country'. It's really the words of a child."
"Budo-kun, if you also like to play basketball, you can join the basketball club of Takeshi Middle School."
"If your height joins the basketball club, Mitsui will be very happy!"
Mitsui Tomaki raised his head slightly, looked at Martial Arts and said.
When Wu Gong on the side heard the praise from his friend, he immediately burst into laughter, but soon stopped his laughter and said modestly: "My son is not like your boy. He just played basketball to relieve his boredom. When he was in elementary school, I have never joined the basketball club.”
"He just plays alone, it's just an ordinary hobby."
"Of course, if Budo joins the basketball club in the future, please take good care of your children, Tomoaki."
Wu Dao, who had been listening for a long time, finally came back to his senses. Whether it was the name Mitsui Hisashi or Wu Shi Middle School, Wu Dao had a deep impression on him.
"It turns out that I came to the world of SD!"
"That's right, the Mitsui Hisashi who claims to dominate the country is definitely the person I know! I really can't believe it!"
Wu Dao touched his face and then squeezed it gently. Feeling the slight pain, he realized.
And his eyes burst out with an unprecedented light.
"Thank you, Uncle Tomoaki. I will go to school tomorrow. I will join the basketball club of Takeishi Middle School. I will ask Mr. Mitsui Hisashi to take care of me later."
The unexpected arrival of Mitsui Tomoe really brought heavy news to martial arts, and also made him truly realize the world he lives in now.
After listening to Wu Dao's words, Wu Gong's face showed a smile, and Mitsui Tomoe also agreed seriously. After that, Mitsui Tomoe stayed at the martial arts house to have a simple meal, and then went out with the martial artists.
.....
As the night progressed, Wu Dao lay on his bed, tossing and turning for a long time, unable to fall asleep. He never dreamed that the world he came to was actually the world of SD.
This is a world full of regrets!
"Dominate the whole country..."
Wu Dao opened his eyes, lying on the slightly unfamiliar bed, looking at the ceiling, tossing and turning until the sky turned white, and then fell asleep.
.............
