Although the conflict between Jinguji Budo and Inoue Rensaburo did not break out immediately, the two quarrels just now had a great impact on the first-year team.
The first-year team, which had no tacit understanding and cooperation, continued to lose points under the attack of the senior team.
On the offensive end, the first-year players began to go their own way and did not cooperate with each other at all. There were even several battles between teammates for the ball. The messy offense made Masayoshi Anzai's eyes hurt off the court.
The few times that Jinguji Budo occasionally got the ball, he had to take action himself due to the chaotic movements of his teammates, but he had no touch and kept hitting the ball. Now, he no longer even has the ability to attack alone.
For a time, the court showed a one-sided trend. The senior players were full of momentum and directly hit a 12:0 climax. The score difference between the two teams reached 16:0. The first-year team actually failed to score a single goal among the senior teams.
"It seems like there are no particularly outstanding talents in this year's first grade class!"
On the sidelines, a man wearing the No. 4 jersey came quietly behind Mitsui Hisashi and others, looked at the people playing in the field, and said.
The person who came here was about 185cm tall, with a well-proportioned figure, a Chinese-character face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, looking like a traitor.
Hisamasa Mitsui and his teammates were commenting on the first-year players, talking and laughing. At this moment, he heard the sudden sound behind him and turned his head to look back.
"Captain Fujii?! You're finally here, how is it? How is that school doing this year?"
Mitsui Shou saw the person coming clearly. He was a little bored watching the game but suddenly became interested and immediately stood up to make way for the man wearing uniform No. 4.
"How's it going? What's going on?" Fujii Masao looked at Mitsui Hisashi strangely and asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"Stop pretending, captain, didn't you go to Yokota Middle School to investigate? How is their school's enrollment situation this year?!"
"Are there any strong players in the first-year team?"
"Our team this year has players worth looking forward to!"
Hisashi Mitsui exposed Fujii Masao's disguise, dragged his chin and looked at the stadium, with some excitement in his tone.
"Don't worry, there are no particularly outstanding players among the first-year students at Yokota Junior High School."
"In this year's county competition, we will still face those old opponents!"
"We, Wu Shi, have trained very hard this year and we will never lose to them."
"As for the new first-year players in our team, which one deserves more attention? Looking at the score, it doesn't look good!"
Fujii Masao said calmly while talking to Mitsui Hisashi and others about the information about Yokota Middle School, while looking into the stadium.
"Look at the one wearing a sweatshirt and no uniform. He's called Jinguji Budo. He's a first-year student."
"So far, Qianba Dashi has only scored two points on that kid!"
At Mitsui Hisashi's signal, Fujii Masao's eyes were looking at Jinguji Budo who was advancing with the ball, and there was a look of interest on his face.
"Jinguji Martial Arts? What a rare surname. How long has this kid been playing basketball?" Fujii Masao asked as he looked at the Jinguji Martial Arts on the field.
At this moment, Jinguji Budo on the court faced the defense and simply made a test step. He caught the opponent's hesitant gap and started to move in an instant. He passed the defender in the blink of an eye. After dribbling the ball, he directly hit the ball. A long-range open shot half a step inside the three-point line.
Although this set of martial arts moves was very smooth, the aim was not very good. The basketball jumped out of the frame and the rebound was taken into the arms of Chiba Oishi. Jinguji Budo, who missed the shot, didn't care, his expression dimmed a little, and he devoted himself to defense.
"That kid has great height and speed, but he has almost no offensive ability with the ball, and his shooting is very poor. Although he has potential, he cannot be used as an immediate combat player."
"It can only be regarded as having potential, but the county competition will start in about a month. I'm afraid I don't have time to wait for him to grow!"
A series of martial arts moves were seen by Masao Fujii. Although Masao Fujii was a little surprised by the smooth tentative steps and the extremely fast starting speed, that was all.
"He, I heard he has been playing for two or three years, but he only played at home and never played against anyone."
"His starting speed is very fast, whether it is a tentative step or a shooting action, it is very standard, but it is strange that it is of no use."
"His long-term dribbling also gives people a feeling of stiffness, and his shooting percentage is also horribly low. These are all shortcomings, and I know it."
"But he can be an immediate addition to the team! He has what our team lacks right now!"
Mitsui Shou knew what his captain was thinking in his mind right now, so he didn't explain too much.
Last year, Takeishi Middle School encountered the powerful Yokota Middle School of Kanagawa Prefecture in the 8-to-4 prefectural competition and stopped in the top 8. In that game, Takeishi Junior High School lost to the opponent by 12 points, which left a deep impression on the then vice-captain and now the captain Masao Fujii.
The top eight in the county competition is also the worst result Wushi Middle School has achieved in these years.
After that game, the members of the basketball team were holding their breath, hoping to regain their place at Yokota Middle School. They trained very hard, and Masao Fujii, who became a regular from the vice team this year, was also extremely eager to strengthen. In the last year of my basketball career, I saw the scenery of China and washed away the shame of the previous year.
"Oh, is it so?"
Masao Fujii touched his hairless chin and said doubtfully. After observing the martial arts for a while, Fujii couldn't help but glance at the scoreboard on the sidelines. The zero points in the first grade were too dazzling. He really couldn't figure out why Jinguji Martial Arts became an instant combat force. , based on 0 points?
"Mitsui, don't you find it strange? If a player's movements are standard, why does it give people a sense of stiffness?"
"A person with standard shooting form has a poor shooting percentage?"
"Don't you find it strange that this kind of thing happens to the same person?"
Masao Fujii looked at the back and forth between the two teams on the court, looked at Jinguji Martial Arts, and asked.
"Well, I feel the same way." Mitsui Shou nodded, deeply agreeing.
Standard movement means a lot of practice, but if you practice too much, how can it give people a feeling of stiffness? Now the impression given by martial arts is that he is obviously a person who knows how to play, but he behaves like a talented novice.
"He makes me feel like a player who hasn't played for many years is picking up basketball again!"
Fujii murmured that he could see a lot of information from the martial arts' movements.
On the court, the offense and defense switched, and the ball came to the hands of the senior team. It wasn't until the senior team attacked that Fujii realized why Mitsui Hisashi said that Jinguji Budo could be used as an immediate combat force to fill the starting lineup!
"Defense?!"
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