Masayoshi Anzai did not formulate a so-called style of play or plan in this game. It gave its own players plenty of space to perform.
Mitsui Hisashi's decision to let Jinguji Martial Arts focus on attack did not arouse opposition from other team members. On the contrary, several people nodded slightly in agreement. Captain Fujii Masao even walked to Budo’s side and encouraged him:
"Martial Arts, shoot with confidence and I will protect the rebounds."
Fujii had a soft and friendly smile on his face, giving him martial arts encouragement. Already in his third year of junior high school, he is not eager for offensive possessions. All he wants is victory, and nothing is more important than victory.
"I'll keep going." Wu Dao replied with a smile, and then looked at the players from the opposite No. 4 Middle School.
Today's competition is actually the time to test the results of martial arts training during this period.
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The conference gave the two teams twenty minutes to warm up. During the players' warm-up, the referees were also discussing the scale of penalties. At the edge of the stadium, a few local newspaper reporters stood scattered, but these reporters all looked bored, obviously not interested in this game.
After taking a few scattered shots, they were writing the manuscript. In fact, the content of their report today was almost completed when the opening ceremony was just underway. As for the report of this game? unimportant.
In the noisy environment, the warm-up time passed quietly.
As the referee's sharp whistle sounded in the stadium, the players from both teams returned to the rest area to make one last adjustment before walking onto the pitch. As the players entered and took their seats, the buzzing sound from the audience became much quieter at this time.
Jinguji Budo, wearing a white team uniform, followed the players into the court, and then stood on the side of his half. Not long after he took his position, a member of the No. 4 Middle School wearing a blue No. 5 jersey Standing in front of him.
This player from No. 4 Middle School is only as tall as Wu Dao's chest, nearly two heads taller than Wu Dao. Although Wu Dao is not burly, this member of the Fourth Middle School is not strong either. Standing in front of Wu Dao, he is like a child standing in front of an adult.
Wu Dao lowered his head and looked condescendingly at the member of the No. 4 Middle School. His expression changed several times, and a strong sense of guilt suddenly emerged in his heart.
"I'm afraid I'm only 160cm tall? Why would I let this person guard me?"
"Is there an advantage in fighting a small one against a large one?"
While Wu Dao was puzzled, he looked at other places in the stadium.
This situation also happened in other places on the court. The player Chiba Oishi was playing against was about a head taller than Chiba Oishi. He was visually around 170cm tall. The center in the middle circle and Fujii Masao's jump ball were also much shorter than Fujii. , it looks like it should be around 180cm.
There is not much difference in height between the No. 4 players in Taro Toyokawa's group and Hisashi Mitsui's group.
However, the difference in the average height of the two teams was immediately reflected the moment the players took their positions. The martial arts team was the most exaggerated.
As the players completed their positions, the buzz in the audience became much louder.
"Hey, hey, are you making a mistake? Isn't this bullying?"
"The Fourth Middle School is really pitiful. In the first game, they actually faced Takeshi Middle School, the top eight team from the previous year. The difference in strength is visible to the naked eye!"
The audience watched the players from the two teams taking their positions on the court and expressed sympathy for the No. 4 Middle School. The matchup between Jinguji Martial Arts was so conspicuous that even the audience in the stands could clearly see the height difference between the two.
The audience was talking loudly, and the players in the stadium could more or less hear part of it clearly. The players standing in front of Martial Arts were slightly red in the face, and seemed to be a bit frightened, but when they looked up at Martial Arts, their eyes were slightly frightened. , but also extremely firm.
"Huh..." Wu Dao breathed a sigh of relief, threw away the guilt in his heart, and encouraged softly:
"Let's work hard together and try to bring victory to our team."
Wu Dao's words made the little boy in front of him obviously stunned. After two seconds, he nodded heavily. Even his nervousness was relieved a lot because of Wu Dao's words.
"Beep!"
The referee walked into the court with the ball, stood in the center circle, blew the whistle, and then threw the basketball into the air.
"Drink!!" Masao Fujii shouted loudly as he jumped the ball in the middle circle. He took off first before the center of the fourth center. With his timing and height advantage, he got ahead of the opponent and successfully took the shot. basketball.
The basketball flew directly and quickly diagonally backward, and the direction it flew to was right here in the martial arts.
Wu Dao's position was not very good. The No. 5 player from the fourth middle school took a better position by turning sideways, waiting for the basketball to fly into his hands.
"Successfully stole their jump ball!" No. 5 in the fourth middle school was secretly surprised. He did not expect that the card position would be so smooth. He stared at the basketball tightly, waiting for the basketball to fly into his hands.
However, just when the basketball flew over his head, a big hand suddenly popped out from the top of his head, and then a long arm appeared in his sight. Number 4 in 5 tried his best to straighten it. His arms only reached the elbow of the arm behind him, and he watched helplessly as the basketball was taken away by that big hand.
Picking flowers from the top is quite easy.
Wu Dao didn't even need to jump, he easily took the basketball into his hands, glanced sideways at the dazed No. 4 Middle School players in front of him, opened some distance, and slowly advanced toward the frontcourt with the ball. After the martial arts ball was pushed forward, the No. 5 in the fourth center seemed to have come to his senses, silently returned to the court, and entered the defensive position in advance.
"Victory will come very easily!" Masayoshi Anzai saw this scene below the court, a smile suddenly appeared on his calm face, and he murmured softly.
In the court, Budo entered the frontcourt with the ball. Others from Takeishi Middle School didn't even move very much. They were evenly scattered near the three-point line. Only Fujii Masao was left in the inside, making the entire area within the three-point line All empty. After taking their positions, several members of the martial arts team focused their attention on martial arts, waiting for something.
In front of Wu Dao, the No. 5 player from No. 4 Middle School kept his body low and his center of gravity low. His eyes were fixed on Wu Dao and he did not dare to relax for a moment. Seeing the opponent's appearance, Wu Dao sighed slightly, dribbling the ball and came to him, then turned around, lowered his center of gravity, and leaned half sideways against the opponent.
Wu Dao was not in a hurry, just took the ball, chased the opponent, and pressed towards the three-point line.
The strength of martial arts has indeed only improved to the D level of junior high school, but it is still easy to push the opponent into the three-point line smoothly. A member of the No. 4 Middle School who was relatively close to the martial arts seemed to realize that his teammate was unable to stop the opponent, so he moved his steps and tried to step forward to help defend.
But before the opponent arrived, Wu Dao put the ball together with both hands, turned around and faced the basket directly, and turned around and shot a jumper about two meters inside the three-point line.
Wu Dao's movements were very neat and smooth. Although the player from the No. 4 Middle School who was guarding him tried very hard to defend Wu Dao's shot, he tried to straighten his arms and could not reach the basketball at all. He was unable to hit Wu Dao's jump shot. Even the slightest threat.
Martial Arts, where you don't feel any defensive pressure, feels like training. You are not nervous at all, not impatient at all, and you can just shoot the ball easily and comfortably.
"Whoa!" The basketball fell steadily into the basket, and a crisp sound of net brushing sounded from the court.
Wu Dao, who successfully hit the first goal of the competition, not only did not feel much excitement and joy at this moment, but also felt deeply boring.
The feeling was like an ethereal state after a shiver.
Wu Dao likes to play and compete, but what he likes is a close match and a hearty performance. The member of the Fourth Middle School in front of him obviously cannot give Wu Dao this feeling.
Wu Dao, who successfully scored points, did not do anything to celebrate. He turned around and slowly ran back towards his own half.
"How, how lonely it is to be invincible~"
The silent BGM lingered around Martial Arts, and his back actually seemed a little lonely and empty at this moment.
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