When people are concentrating on one thing, they cannot feel the passage of time.
For one morning, Budo devoted himself wholeheartedly to the practice of shooting and layups. At the beginning of the martial arts training, Masayoshi Anzai was still supervising, providing some martial arts training and even serving as a sparring partner for Budo himself. However, after practicing martial arts for more than an hour, Masayoshi Anzai went elsewhere to guide other players in training.
In Masayoshi Anzai's view, there is nothing that needs guidance on martial arts' layup movements and shooting postures. What martial arts needs to do now is to strengthen one's muscle memory through continuous practice and improve one's layup success rate. Field goal percentage. At this point, Anxi Zhengyi really can't give any advice.
It all depends on self-awareness of martial arts and practicing on your own.
Budao, who was fully immersed in training, had no distractions, and his physical strength was rapidly passing away during training. It was not until Masayoshi Anzai blew the whistle for assembly that Budao suddenly stopped training and quickly lined up with the team members.
When Masayoshi Anzai announced that the morning training was over and the team was disbanded, Budo dragged his exhausted body to the seats on the sidelines to rest. Martial Arts' head was covered with a sweat towel, and he sat on the seat to rest with his head lowered. The other team members packed up their belongings after disbanding and left the gym in twos and threes.
Only Wu Dao sat in his seat and did not talk to other teammates, looking a little out of place.
"Hey, Budo, are you exhausted? Why don't you go back?!" The players left the arena one after another, and even coach Masayoshi Anzai left early after the end.
Unconsciously, only Jinguji Budo and Hisashi Mitsui who came to him were left in the huge arena.
"Um."
"I'm quite tired. Let's take a rest."
Wu Dao raised his head, and under the black sweat scarf, a pair of bright eyes glanced at Mitsui Shou, then lowered his head again. Sweat gathered on the tip of Wu Dao's nose and formed a bean-sized drop of water. It could not bear the weight and fell to the floor.
Even if the coach does not supervise, there is no slack in martial arts training.
"Martial arts, I also noticed your training just now. The amount of training is indeed very large."
"But no matter how tired you are, you still have to have a good relationship with your teammates."
"Martial arts, if a team wants to win, it's not enough just to play well."
Mitsui Shou suddenly said this to Martial Arts, which made Martial Arts a little confused. He raised his head in confusion and looked at Mitsui Shou. Budo didn't know why Mitsui Shou suddenly said this.
"Don't worry, I just see that you don't seem to have much communication or contact with other team members."
"Maybe you need to strengthen your relationship with your teammates. Speaking of which, do you recognize the people on the current team?"
Mitsui Shou met Budo's gaze and sat down next to Budo.
"..." After hearing this, Budao finally understood what Mitsui Shou was talking to him. Does Mitsui Shou feel a little lonely now?
However, it was Mitsui Hisashi's reminder that made Budo realize some of his own problems. Ever since he joined the basketball team, there has been very little communication with other teammates. Among the entire team, the person who communicates the most is Hisashi Mitsui, and the second person is coach Masayoshi Anzai.
There are so many people in the entire team, and many of them can't speak more than three sentences to Wu Dao. There are even many players whose names Wu Dao doesn't even know. This kind of martial arts gives people the feeling of being quite lonely. It is no wonder that Mitsui Hisashi suddenly said such words at this time.
But Wu Dao himself is very clear about his own personality. He is not a withdrawn person, but for some reason, after coming to this world, he seems to become very reluctant to communicate with others. He was clearly a social cow before, but in this world, he is more like a social fear.
This gives martial arts a very strong sense of fragmentation in their behavior. Sometimes they are enthusiastic and sometimes they are very cold. Maybe Martial Arts subconsciously feels that he is incompatible with this world.
He really needs to pay attention to this aspect. At the very least, it is necessary to get familiar with his teammates.
"Thank you." Wu Dao thanked him softly.
"Thank you, that's all I said."
"Let's go, are you going?" Mitsui Shou heard this and patted Budo on the shoulder, then stood up and said, and then packed his backpack.
"I'll sit for a while, but I still haven't recovered. You can leave first." Wu Dao shook his head gently and replied with a smile.
"Well, don't forget to close the door when you leave. I'll leave first!" Hisashi Mitsui put his bag on his shoulder, patted Budo on the shoulder, and left the gym after saying that.
Budao looked at Mitsui Shou's leaving figure, and the smile on his face became bright.
In addition to his parents in this world, he has indeed received care from others.
In spring, the cherry blossoms on the campus of Takeishi Middle School bloom brilliantly, and the pink petals are carried down from the trees by the wind, turning into a rain of flowers all over the sky.
Wu Dao left Wushi Middle School and walked towards his home with his bag on his back. On the way home, Wu Dao also went to a nearby supermarket to purchase some ingredients. I bought some fruits, salad dressing, steak, butter pepper and other things, and spent a lot of money.
His parents have their own work to do and are not at home even on Sundays. Therefore, things like lunch need to be solved by Budao himself. As for the money for shopping, Jinguji Xiangxiangli prepared it. The original intention was for Budao to buy food outside.
Neon dining in this era was not that developed. The most popular ones on the street were coffee shops, fast food such as fried chicken burgers, and sushi restaurants. These things are really not suitable for martial arts as lunch. In desperation, martial arts can only buy the ingredients and make them at home.
Pan-fried steak and fruit salad is a little simpler, but it’s healthier. There is no food more suitable for martial arts at this stage than beef. After lunch and martial arts rest, I once again took the basketball and backpack and went out.
He didn't forget that he had an appointment with Rukawa Kaede to practice ball with him this afternoon.
When Budao arrived at the park stadium, Rukawa Kaede had not arrived yet. Budao lay on the deck chair next to the stadium and rested comfortably for a while. Before seeing any trace of Rukawa Kaede, he decided to complete today's daily tasks first.
After completing today's push-ups, sit-ups, and squats, Budo started jogging along the edge of the court. He had actually completed a considerable part of the 10km training when he was in school, so it didn't take long for today's daily tasks to be completed.
And after these days of adaptation, Wu Dao was no longer half-dead as before after completing his daily tasks today. After taking the potion rewarded by the system, Wu Dao's spirit has recovered a lot. However, the tired Martial Arts lay down on the park chair and took a nap comfortably.
"clang!"
After an unknown amount of time, Wu Dao was awakened from his sleep by the crisp sound of iron. Wu Dao rubbed his eyes and sat up from the recliner, and saw a handsome boy practicing shooting on the court.
"Rukawa Kaede, you're late." Budao looked up at the sky and saw that the sun in the sky had moved westward at some point, and the clouds in the sky had turned fiery red, as if it was already evening.
"I've been here a long time ago. I saw you were sleeping, so I didn't call you." Rukawa Kaede trotted to the basket, picked up the basketball, turned around and said something to Martial Arts, and then continued to shoot.
"Really?" Wu Dao woke up. Only then did Wu Dao realize that Rukawa Kaede's clothes had been soaked with sweat. It was obvious that he had been practicing for a long time.
"Hahaha, sorry, sorry." Wu Dao, who noticed this, was a little embarrassed and stood up quickly.
"You were snoring very loudly just now."
"Does Takeishi Middle School's basketball team have a lot of training?"
Rukawa Kaede threw the ball casually, turned his head and asked curiously.
"Training volume?"
"Hey, I have been practicing shooting in the morning. From the beginning to the end of training, there is also a break in between."
"It's tiring, but very fulfilling."
"I can feel myself getting stronger."
"Get rid of martial arts stones and you can become stronger!"
Budao said with a smile, looking at Rukawa Kaede, narrowing his eyes slightly, and a bold idea came to his mind.
"Can I become stronger..."
Rukawa Kaede murmured, took two steps forward, grabbed the basketball again, hooked the ball under the basket and threw it towards the basket. He became a little curious about the school mentioned in the martial arts.
"Speaking of which, where is your home? Is it close to Wushi?"
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