The morning fog was hazy, and the sunlight was trapped by the thick water vapor. Only a few rays entered the room.
Jinguji, who was sleeping, seemed to feel the light in front of him, and opened his eyes blindfolded. He casually glanced at the alarm clock by the window, rubbed his eyes and got up from the bed.
"Hiss! It hurts!"
"That Fujima Shinichi...is really tough."
The action of getting up seemed to affect Wu Dao's muscles, and the soreness coming from his body made Wu Dao grimace.
This was the first time he encountered such a situation. Before this, no matter how much training he had in martial arts, or how many punches he received in martial arts, as long as he took the strain recovery potion rewarded by the system, after sleeping, his body would recover again. Will return to the top.
This is the first time martial arts has encountered such a situation today.
"Is the potion not fully effective?"
"Or...."
"This potion actually has a limit, and yesterday Fujima Shinichi's attack completely exceeded the limit of recovery?"
Wu Dao rubbed his shoulders, silently guessing in his mind. It wasn't long before he got this super martial arts system, and he didn't do much research on the system and its rewards. As for the effect of that potion, Martial Arts can only rely on guessing, after all, no one can teach him the experience of using the system.
"It seems that today's training should be more moderate to prevent irreversible consequences."
"Wait until your body returns to its peak before continuing to exercise at a high intensity."
Thinking of this, Wu Dao, who originally planned to go for a five-kilometer run in the morning, gave up the idea. He looked at the time, washed himself, then lay back on the bed and fell asleep.
After sleeping for another hour, Wu Dao slowly woke up and then slowly packed his clothes.
A few days ago, Wu Dao's father gave him a red and black cylindrical cross-body bag. Before going to school today, Wu Dao found his new backpack and put things like jerseys, sneakers, and water bottles in the backpack.
"Buy a pair of knee pads when you come back. If this thin body hurts the knee, it will be over."
Before going out, Wu Dao looked in the mirror and straightened his clothes and hairstyle. Looking at the handsome boy in the mirror, he whispered to himself. In terms of appearance, Martial Arts thinks he is good enough to fight, but his figure is really a bit thin.
It's not wrong to say that he is skinny and skinny. Just looking at his figure, he resembles Lao Qin, the mantis spirit of Deyun Society. His martial arts figure is only slightly better than that of that mantis spirit.
After walking out of the house, Budo walked slowly towards Wushi Middle School with his bag on his back. Today was Sunday, and there was no training match or anything like that. Therefore, when Jinguji Budo came to the school, there was not a single classmate at the gate.
Even the very dedicated security guard at the door stayed in the security booth, dozing off with his eyes closed and his head lowered, as if he hadn't woken up.
Wu Dao arrived relatively early. When Wu Dao came to the arena, there were only a few players in the entire team. In a corner of the court, several first-year players were dribbling in place, practicing their basic skills.
In the half near the goal, Hisashi Mitsui was practicing shooting, and two second-year players were helping Hisashi Mitsui pick up the ball.
The sound of Wu Dao pushing the door attracted everyone's attention. The first-year team members glanced at Wu Dao but did not come up to talk to him, and were practicing on their own. On the contrary, Hisashi Mitsui, who was practicing shooting, turned around and saw Martial Arts. He stopped his training and said hello:
"Hey, Martial Arts, you came very early!"
The other two seniors also smiled and waved to Martial Arts.
Martial arts left a deep impression on these two seniors in yesterday's game. At halftime, they were not able to fully realize the strength of Budo, but after Budo left the field yesterday, Akira Sendō's performance in the second half of the game made the two people truly aware of Budo's ability.
At this time, the two seniors were looking at Wu Dao curiously, with some admiration in their eyes.
"Mitsui, you are much older than me." Although Budo and Mitsui Shou have not known each other for a long time, they are already familiar with each other and their names are much closer to each other.
"Genius is 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration. I already have this 1% inspiration, and as for the 99% perspiration, I am working hard."
"How's it going? Yesterday, you played the game for the first time. Do you feel okay?"
"Although you only played half the game, your performance was very good. The coach's arrangement must have been based on his considerations. Don't take it to heart!"
Mitsui Hisashi casually threw the ball to a second grader, walked towards Martial Arts, then patted Martial Arts' arm and said.
"Why didn't I realize before that this guy turned out to be such a stinky person?" Budao looked at Mitsui Hisashi in front of him speechlessly, and his ears automatically filtered Mitsui Hisashi's first words.
“Of course it feels good to compete for the first time!”
"As for the coach's arrangements, I don't have any ideas. I can understand them all."
"Speaking of yesterday's game, our Takeshi must have lost. Without my presence, no one in our school can stop that Immortal, right?"
"How was it? How many points did you lose?"
Budo and Hisashi Mitsui walked into the stadium together and came to the rest area. While unzipping their backpacks, taking out their uniforms and changing them, they asked about yesterday's game.
Regarding the result of the competition, Martial Arts has already expected it in his heart. To be honest, the level of Immortal Dao is actually far beyond that of ordinary junior high school students. Even Mitsui Hisagi cannot hold on to Immortal Dao despite his physical disadvantage. Offensive.
This is not a matter of experience and technology, but physical condition, which has determined that Mitsui Hisashi cannot take advantage of the matchup.
Budao really couldn't think of a way for Takeshi Middle School to beat Qiuyue High School. After being replaced by Masayoshi Anzai yesterday, Budao actually saw the ending of Takeshi Middle School in his heart.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
"With the existence of a talented player like me, Hisashi Mitsui, how can we, Takeishi, lose?"
"Don't talk nonsense."
When Mitsui Shou heard what Wu Dao said, he glanced at Wu Dao dissatisfied and said seriously. His words made the martial arts passer's movement freeze. After putting it on, he looked at Mitsui Hisashi with surprise in his eyes.
"Won? How is it possible?"
"You win with the head?"
Wu Dao subconsciously retorted that he did not think his judgment would be wrong.
"Hey, hey! Are you looking down on me?"
"I don't like hearing what you say. How is it possible? What's impossible?"
"Do you feel that since you have been replaced, the Jarhead from Qiuyue High School will no longer be made by anyone?"
"Yes, we can't completely suppress that kid, but who told you that we must completely suppress the opponent's ace to win?"
Mitsui Shou's tone was slightly higher, and his tone was a little dissatisfied.
How dare this martial arts brat despise him? ! Hisashi Mitsui was able to read between the lines of Budo's words.
"Uh...I didn't mean that." Budo raised his hands towards Mitsui Shou in a gesture of surrender. However, Wu Dao soon read another meaning from Mitsui Shou's words. His eyes lit up slightly and he asked tentatively:
"What you just meant is...we didn't completely suppress Xiandao, but we still won the game?"
After hearing this, Mitsui Shou's face suddenly showed a proud expression, he raised his chin slightly, clasped his hands on his chest, and hummed proudly:
"snort!"
"That boy is very good, but he is still far from good in front of me!"
"It's the same goal, but he only scored two points and I had three points. How could they, Qiuyue High School, beat us?!"
"Besides, that guy's scoring ability isn't necessarily very strong! At least, he's not as good as me!"
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