"Hey, that center, why aren't you standing inside asking for the ball to come out?"
"If you were in the paint just now, I could pass the ball to you and you could score. Why are you running out?"
Just as Wu Dao ran to the baseline to pick up the ball, two first-year players returned to catch the ball. The defender who had just broken through with the ball came behind Wu Dao and muttered.
In his opinion, it was Wu Dao's mistake that caused their team to lose the scoring opportunity, not his responsibility for not scoring in the open space.
"...."
"I can't bear it anymore!"
When Wu Dao, who had just squatted down to pick up the ball, heard these words, his blood suddenly surged and his forehead veins jumped. He grabbed the basketball with one hand, slowly turned his head, stared at his teammate with a ferocious face, threw the ball over, and then said word by word:
"You! Come here! Kick! The ball!"
In the end, the ferocious expression of Budo still made Inoue Renzaburo wary. Although Budo looked very thin, after all, his height was there, and the ferocious face of Budo, not to mention, was really quite intimidating.
"Bang... serve, serve."
"Remember to pass the ball to me, I am the defender of the team!"
Inoue Rensaburo took the basketball and walked to the outside of the baseline. After reaching the baseline, he passed the basketball to Budo. Then he quickly stepped back to the court and made a catching motion toward Budo.
Unexpectedly, Budo, who got the basketball, ignored Inoue Rensaburo at all and just took the basketball towards the frontcourt.
The changes in the first-year backcourt were noticed by coach Masayoshi Anzai on the sidelines. As a referee, he had handed the referee whistle to a third-year player at some point. He himself sat on a stool on the side of the court. He is holding a writing board in his hand and writing something on it.
Seeing the changes in the first-year ball-handling players, Masayoshi Anzai stopped what he was doing, raised his head and looked at the martial arts of holding the ball forward.
The defensive pressure put on the first-year team by the second- and third-year teams is actually not very great. At least the defense of the senior team did not invade the first-year backcourt.
Therefore, Budo's dribbling speed is not very fast. He adapts to the field while slowly advancing forward with the ball.
The first-year offensive formation was unstructured. Inoue Rensaburo, who served from the baseline, didn't say much after seeing Budo controlling the ball. He quickly ran past the center line and settled outside the three-point line, while several other players Teammates are also distributed in the middle and long distances, guarded by several senior players.
Seeing Wu Dao advance with the ball, the first-year players looked at Wu Dao with blank expressions. They did not move or respond, but just stood there stupidly, as if waiting for Wu Dao's offensive performance.
Budo brought the ball to the frontcourt. Chiba Oishi was smarter this time and did not run out to defend stupidly. Instead, he stayed on the inside.
Along the way of martial arts, no one was keeping an eye on him.
"Why are these teammates... all looking at me with stupid faces?"
"Movement! Pick-and-roll! Are you in such a position and still waiting for me to pass the ball?!"
But Wu Dao, who came to the frontcourt with the ball, was stunned when he saw the position of his teammates. None of these first-year students were thinking about running for pick-and-rolls. They all stood next to the seniors, looking at Wu Dao. There was no intention of getting rid of the defense at all.
Such a position makes Wu Dao, who is willing to pass the ball, quite passive.
"These people are the elites recruited by Wushi Middle School? What kind of rotten fish and shrimps are they?"
Two seconds after Budao came to the frontcourt, there was still no sign of the players moving. He couldn't help but secretly shook his head and glanced at Chiba Oishi standing inside. Budao decided to attack on his own.
"Let's give it a try. Maybe my offense can motivate my teammates to attack."
Wu Dao brought the ball to the three-point line. His actions seemed to stimulate the senior players. The senior player who was originally guarding another player ran directly towards Wu Dao.
As for defense, the senior players can still ignore it when Budo is wandering 2 to 3 meters outside the three-point line, but after Budo reveals his intention to enter the inside, it is impossible to let it go.
"Gap!"
Wu Dao, who was lowering his body and preparing to start speeding up, suddenly saw a defensive player from the opponent running towards him. Behind his line of sight, a huge gap appeared for his teammate.
Sensing an opportunity, Budo slammed the ball, and when the basketball bounced back to his waist, he quickly slapped the basketball with his right hand.
"Snapped!"
With a soft sound, the basketball quickly passed through the senior players who came to defend like a cannonball, and flew straight towards the martial arts teammates.
"Um?!"
"Pass the ball!"
The player who was preparing to defend Wu Dao only felt a red light pass quickly through his side. When he came to his senses, he had lost the best opportunity to intercept.
Wu Dao grasped the timing of passing the ball very well, and Wu Dao also calculated the landing point of the basketball. His teammates only need to take a small step forward to easily catch the ball.
Although there is no sense of shooting in martial arts, I can still grasp the pass. In this game, his plan is to use his court vision and golf intelligence to win the coach's favor!
Just when he thought his team would score because of the opening he created, a scream came from the court.
"Ah~"
It turned out that Wu Dao's teammate was not ready to catch the ball at all. He did not realize that Wu Dao would pass the basketball to him. The basketball passed directly in front of his eyes and hit the bench on the sidelines. Got out.
After screaming in surprise, this team member also looked at Martial Arts in confusion, and then showed a dull and innocent expression.
This sudden scene made the entire stadium quiet again. The next second, Mitsui Hisashi and others watching the game on the sidelines burst into laughter again.
"Ha ha ha ha!!"
"Look at that guy, the basketball flew out of the court, and he's still confused! Hahahaha!"
Mitsui Shou laughed so loudly that even the players watching the game laughed out loud. Even coach Masayoshi Anzai couldn't help but cover his head and shake his head when he saw this scene, and then looked towards Martial Arts.
"This kid seized the opportunity very well. Although his dribbling looks a bit stiff, his vision of the court is pretty good."
"The pass was strong, but the receiver's negligence turned it into a turnover."
"My dribbling is average and I can't play as a guard, but I should have no problem playing as a supporting center or power forward."
"From the previous offensive shot, we could see that this kid knows how to play pick-and-roll. Let's get some practice. With him cooperating with Shou, our Takeshi Middle School can reach a higher level this year."
"The height is also very good. Although the strength is not good, it should be no problem to help rebound with this height."
"After practicing for a while, you should be able to become stronger."
"Let's take a look at this kid's defense. If his defense is good, he can be mentioned as the starting power forward!"
Although the game only started for a few minutes, Anzai Masayoshi had already thought a lot. In his mind, there was already a picture of Budo and Mitsui Hisouchi joining forces to cooperate in the attack. Just as Masayoshi Anzai was looking forward to the future in his mind, quarrels broke out in the stadium.
"Hey! You guy, can you pass the ball?"
"If you don't know how to pass the ball, then play your center properly and don't blindly steal my ball!"
"You know, I am the defender of our team!"
Inoue Rensaburo secretly laughed a few times after seeing Budo pass the ball out of bounds, then raised his head, came to Budao and reprimanded him loudly. Maybe it was Budo's pass just now that gave him confidence.
"I don't want to be told by a guy like you that you can't pass the ball."
"After all, I didn't pass the ball to someone else's head!"
Budo was not polite when faced with Inoue Rensaburo's ridicule, and retorted directly. Then, regardless of Inoue Rensaburo's expression, he glanced at the "sluggish" team members still standing there and began to return to defense expressionlessly.
"This... this bastard..." Inoue Rensaburo was ridiculed by Budao and his face turned red. He didn't hold back these words until Budao left.
Although Wu Dao did not blame the teammate who made the mistake in catching the ball, the two consecutive mistakes in the team also made his expression cold. After returning to the field, Wu Dao walked into the inner circle with a composed body and a gloomy expression.
"Although it's just a practice match, I don't want to lose!"
"I don't want to lose to a junior high school student!"
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