The spring in April was still a little cool. Jinguji Budo walked out of the arena. The spring breeze blew on his body. Budo, who had just sweated all over, couldn't help but shiver.
Wu Dao glanced back at the stadium, stared at it for a long time, then looked back, and then came to the pool next to the stadium to wash away the sweat on his face and arms.
"call...."
Jinguji Budo breathed a sigh of relief, calmed down his complicated mood, collected his jersey, and wiped the water from his face. Then he picked up the water glass by the pool and walked towards the school gate.
The game against Qiuyue High School was on Saturday, so the entire campus seemed empty, with only the noise coming from the gymnasium. Wu Dao did not stay at the school and left Wu Shi Middle School directly and walked towards home.
"After all, it was because I wasn't strong enough, so I couldn't stay on the court."
"If you want to have more opportunities to play, improving your strength is the most important thing!"
Wu Dao was walking on the way home, thinking a little lost in thought. Through this game, Wu Dao has an accurate understanding of his own shortcomings. Physical strength and offensive methods are what he currently lacks most.
"This system doesn't seem to be able to bring me any qualitative leap in a short period of time."
"Since that newbie gift pack, there have been no other changes except for releasing daily tasks every day."
"Is it the way I opened it that was wrong?"
Wu Dao brought up the system panel and looked at it carefully.
"Jinguji Martial Arts, height 184.7cm, weight 65kg, strength: junior high school level E, agility: junior high school level A, physical coordination: B level."
"Destiny: mediocre."
"Daily tasks."
"Please complete 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and run 10KM before 00.00 at night."
"Task reward: Strain recovery potion! (Eliminate fatigue and feel relaxed!)"
"Martial Arts: Golden Bell Cover and Iron Cloth Shirt (specialized in defeating the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms), level 1."
After so many days, there has been no change in the system interface. And the martial arts rating itself has not changed at all. Whether it is strength, agility or physical coordination, his training these days seems to have produced no results.
"The longer we live, the sooner we go back. We can't put all our hope in the system!"
"The daily mission rewards have helped me a lot."
"For the rest, you still have to rely on yourself."
Wu Dao put his face away, stopped to stretch, and then started to trot.
When Wu Dao returned home, it was only around three o'clock in the afternoon. Wu Dao took a basketball from home, refilled the water glass, and walked out of the house again.
Although there is a half court at home where you can practice ball, the court is surrounded by high walls, which makes martial arts feel very depressing. He was already in a bad mood right now, so he didn't want to practice in such an environment.
When I was doing long-distance running, I ran in many places. I knew that there was a park near my home with a court, so I ran towards that court after leaving home.
When running, Wu Dao did not let his hands idle. On sparsely populated roads, Wu Dao would run while dribbling, and in relatively prosperous areas, Wu Dao would put away the basketball.
The park is also located in the urban area, giving it a sense of tranquility amidst the hustle and bustle. It only took Wu Dao less than ten minutes to arrive at the park. Then he took out a basketball from his bag and walked towards the court in the park.
"clang!"
"Uh-huh!"
"clang!"
As he approached the stadium, Budo heard the sound coming from the stadium.
"Is anyone playing basketball?" Wu Dao held the ball, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked inside through the barbed wire fence outside the stadium.
In the middle of the court, a young boy was doing a layup. The sun shone on the young man's profile, and a handsome silhouette appeared in front of Martial Arts' eyes.
"The layup is beautiful and the movement is very smooth!"
Martial Arts raised his hand to block the sun and saw the boy's face clearly.
It was a handsome and delicate face, with two sharp eyebrows slanting into the temples, a pair of phoenix eyes looking for power, a high nose bridge, and thin lips tightly closed, giving people a cold and free feeling.
"That boy is..." Wu Dao saw the man's face clearly, and a strong sense of familiarity came to Wu Dao's heart. He knew that boy!
And at this moment, a cold reminder sounded in Wu Dao's mind.
Martial Arts brought up the interface, and the talent review column was shining with golden light.
"Rukawa Kaede, height 174cm, weight 60kg, strength: elementary school level B+, agility: elementary school level S, physical coordination: level A."
"Destiny: A unique genius, indomitable, competitive, and a lone beast!"
The appearance of the system panel convinced Budo that he had not admitted his mistake. The boy who was practicing alone in the basketball court at this time was none other than Rukawa Kaede. Martial Arts also noticed Rukawa Kaede's various data. In the column of destiny, two red entries and two green entries attracted Martial Arts' attention.
"The two red words "unparalleled prodigy" and "indomitable" appear very frequently. Immortalism seems to have these two words as well.
"Feisty and lone beast are green entries, two notches lower than red entries."
"Rukawa Kaede is still a primary school student now, right? There are already so many entries?"
"The agility rating is so high, is he the fastest elementary school student?"
Budo noticed that Rukawa Kaede's strength rating and agility rating both had the prefix "elementary school". Although it was rated as an elementary school, it was the first time for martial arts to see an S-level rating. Whether it was Sendō or Hisashi Mitsui before, Neither of them has an S-level rating.
After watching it for a while, Budo put away the system panel and then walked into the court. He had no intention of talking to Rukawa Kaede. He walked to the empty half of the court on his own and placed the water glass on the edge of the court. , and then walked into the court with the ball.
Tried a mid-range shot.
The arrival of martial arts obviously attracted the attention of Rukawa Kaede who was practicing ball.
Rukawa Kaede, who was continuing to practice layups, stopped holding the ball and looked at Jinguji Budo on the opposite side of the court.
"What a tall man! That jersey...is a basketball player from Takeshi Middle School?"
"The shooting posture is very standard, but the accuracy is a bit off and the parabola of the ball is not high enough."
Rukawa Kaede took a distant look and secretly made a judgment when the martial arts shot was released. Then he lost interest in martial arts and started practicing on his own. In his opinion, martial arts shooting was just average.
"Cang!" Sure enough, Rukawa Kaede's prediction was correct. The basketball hit the edge of the frame and collapsed out of the frame.
Wu Dao took a trot, caught the falling ball in his hand, patted the ball hard, walked back to the same position, and continued to shoot. The physical exertion before martial arts was not small. Running home from school and then running from home to the park also consumed a lot of energy. Therefore, Wu Dao's power control becomes very poor when shooting.
Although his movements were still standard, he only scored one or two goals after more than a dozen shots. But the martial arts doesn't stop, just like venting, shooting, picking up the ball, shooting, picking up the ball, all the time.
Rukawa Kaede on the other side had no longer paid attention to martial arts, but suddenly heard a clanging sound coming from the other half, and was somewhat impressed, so he stopped and looked at martial arts again.
Watching Wu Dao's shots hitting the frame again and again, Rukawa Kaede hesitated for a moment, and finally walked towards Wu Dao.
"It's useless for you to practice shooting like this!"
"Your physical exertion is too great. It would be better to take a rest before continuing."
Rukawa Kaede's cold and childish voice sounded behind Budo. Budo, who had just picked up the ball and raised it above his head, froze, then patted the ball again to find a rhythm, and threw the ball again.
"Whoa!" The basketball hit the net hollowly.
It was only then that Martial Arts turned his head to look at Rukawa Kaede and replied calmly:
"Only when your body is most tired can you remember the feeling of shooting more quickly."
"Only the shots you practice in this way can be used on the court!"
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