"Run! Run!"
"Move more aggressively!"
Under the court, coach Shingo Katori of Akizuki High School was shouting at the top of his voice to the players on the court.
At this time, it was almost twenty minutes before the game started, and the score between the two teams had gone from 9:10 before to 17:24 now. Katori Shingo never dreamed that the No. 15 replaced by Takeishi Middle School would actually successfully restrain his team's ace, Sendō Akira.
The game has progressed so far. Among the 17 points of Qiuyue High School, Xiandao alone has scored 11 points. It must be said that Xiandao's scoring efficiency is quite good. Most of the team's points are scored by Xiandao.
But Katori Shingo was quite anxious at the moment. His anxiety was not because the team was lagging behind, but because of another thing.
Of the 11 points Xiandao scored, 9 were scored not long after the start. But in the nearly ten minutes of the game that followed, Sendao only scored 2 points and scored one goal.
In other words, since Jinguji Budo came on the scene, Sendō only scored one goal in the game that lasted more than ten minutes. His offense was successfully contained by Budō.
"Defend! Defend! Defend!"
On the edge of the stadium, the students watching the game were shouting slogans in an orderly manner.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the two people facing each other on the court.
In the stadium, a boy with a pot head wearing a pink No. 13 jersey was holding the ball in both hands and facing off against the boy No. 15 of the white team in front of him.
The other members of the Qiuyue High School were actively running around, and Wu Shi and the others did not dare to neglect, carefully maintaining the line of defense while keeping an eye on the running players of the Qiuyue High School.
Jinguji Martial Arts was hunched over at this time, paying full attention to every move of Immortal. He simply ignored the movements of other players from Qiuyue High School. He knew that the immortal in front of him would not pass the ball!
On Wu Dao's cheek, there was a drop of sweat slowly sliding down under the influence of gravity. As the sweat dropped, it accumulated larger and larger, sliding faster and faster. In the blink of an eye, it fell to the floor and splashed into little drops of water. .
Sendō protected the ball, with his right foot as the pivot and his left foot tapping the floor, testing Budō's defense.
Both of them were focusing on each other at this time, and the shouts from the sidelines had no way of affecting them.
Suddenly, the immortal path started. The basketball suddenly fell to the ground. At the same time, Xiandao quickly took a step forward, holding the ball in his left hand and rushing toward the right side of Martial Arts. At the same time that Xiandao started, Martial Arts also reacted quickly, moved out in one step and stopped in front of Xiandao.
Xiandao's attack was blocked, and the basketball was quickly transferred to his left hand. At the same time, his body paused briefly. At the moment Xiandao's rhythm changed, Wu Dao also stopped the car violently, but for some reason, Wu Dao suddenly slipped and his body lost its grip. Balanced.
Xiandao's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw this scene. The basketball was once again transported to his left hand through his back, and he instantly accelerated and passed Martial Arts. But this time, Sendō finally successfully broke through Takeshi's defense, crossed the three-point line, and then went straight to the basket, easily scoring the ball against the defense of Takeshi Middle School's two forwards.
"Okay!" Xiandao, who scored the goal, seemed quite excited. It had been five minutes since his last goal. He finally broke through Martial Arts' defense again and scored the ball.
After Xiandao waved his fist, he quickly ran towards the backcourt amid the cheers of the substitutes from Qiuyue High School.
"It slipped..."
"Shit luck!"
Wu Dao was standing there at this time, frowning, and wiped the floor hard with his shoes, trying to remove the foreign matter on his shoes. However, as soon as his shoes dragged the ground, Wu Dao felt something was wrong and looked down.
At this time, there was a long black mark on the floor, which looked like water stains.
Martial Arts' expression condensed, and he unconsciously stretched out his hand to wipe his forehead, and found that his palms were already covered with sweat.
It was only then that Wu Dao was shocked. He looked down at his clothes and found that the jersey on his chest had been soaked with sweat and was sticking tightly to his body.
"I've only been on the field for a short time, and I'm already sweating so much?"
"My previous attention was all focused on the confrontation with Immortal Dao, and I didn't notice it!"
Wu Dao finally noticed the abnormality. He noticed that there was something wrong with the amount of sweat he was sweating. Even when Wu Dao turned his attention away from the confrontation with Xiandao, he could clearly feel the kind of sweat coming from his legs. Sour feeling.
This shows that the martial arts physical strength at this time has dropped significantly.
"I just defended with all my strength. I didn't even participate in the offense. It's only been less than ten minutes, and my physical strength has dropped so obviously?"
Wu Dao looked at the floor in a daze, and a deep uneasiness enveloped his heart.
"Hey, Martial Arts, don't worry about it."
"Attack!"
Just when Wu Dao was stunned, Mitsui Hisashi appeared behind him, patted Wu Dao on the shoulder and comforted him. Mitsui Hisashi thought that Budo was stunned for a moment because he was blaming himself for not being able to guard against Sendo's shot.
"Hmm..." Wu Dao was a little depressed. He hummed softly and then silently ran towards the front court.
Mitsui Hisashi did not notice the abnormality in martial arts, ran to the backcourt, received the pass from his teammate, and then quickly advanced with the basketball.
"Come! Let's score another goal and pull the point difference to more than ten points before the end of the first half!"
Mitsui Hisashi shouted to his teammates while pushing the ball towards the frontcourt. Approaching the midfield, the players' physical strength was exhausted to varying degrees. At the same time, in order to maintain the point difference and reduce the number of offensive rounds by the opponent, Hisashi Mitsui deliberately slowed down the offensive rhythm and advanced with the ball in a leisurely manner.
When Budo came to the frontcourt, he did not enter the inside line. When he came to the frontcourt, he sank to the corner and watched Hisashi Mitsui advance with the ball.
"It seems like you should feel it."
As Wu Dao came to the corner, Xiandao also walked up with a smile, noticed Wu Dao's expression, and said with a smile. After hearing this, Wu Dao looked up at Xiandao, and the uneasiness in his heart became even stronger.
Great, the state of Xiandao is a bit too good!
Although Xiandao had sweat on his face just like him, unlike Wu Dao, Wu Dao couldn't see any fatigue on Xiandao's face.
The physical strength of Immortal Dao is much better than that of Martial Arts.
"You must be very tired. It's not that easy to keep up with me."
"I have been playing basketball since I was a child. I met coach Shingo Katori when I was in the second grade of elementary school."
"I have had formal training for nearly five years."
"Although playing basketball is just a hobby for me, I have put in a lot of effort for this hobby."
"Your movements are very agile and your defense is quite sophisticated."
"However, you cannot be my opponent after all. Our backgrounds are different!"
Xiandao didn't seem to have any intention of participating in the defense, and stood in front of Martial Arts alone and said. For him, the team's victory is actually not that important. Xiandao allows the team to lose, but he absolutely does not allow himself to lose.
"Maybe you are right. The gap in physical strength cannot be made up overnight. Accumulation is very important."
"But before I fall, I won't let you score again!"
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