The No. 1 Middle School Affiliated to the University of Tokyo, whose full name is the No. 1 High School Affiliated to the University of Tokyo, is nominally a prefectural public middle school. However, this school's enrollment method adopts the student recruitment system of private schools.
Only those who meet the admissions requirements of this school will be granted admission invitations. In previous years, this school did not have any outstanding results in campus competitions. Winning the right to compete in Tokyo this year is, in the eyes of most people, just an upset for the No. 1 Affiliated High School of the University of Tokyo.
As for strength, it was not shown in the previous knockout rounds in the county.
Regarding this information, as the coach of Takeishi Middle School, Masayoshi Anzai has certainly known it for a long time. But when he actually saw the team of members of the No. 1 Middle School Affiliated to Dongda University not far away at the venue, Anzai Masayoshi suddenly felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.
In the venue of Tokyo Stadium, the opening ceremony was going on. On the podium, an unknown leader was speaking.
The bottom was filled with junior high school and high school teams from all over the country who had entered the national competition. In the entire venue, only the leader's speech echoed.
Masayoshi Anzai stood at the head of the team at Takeishi Middle School, not focusing on the leader who was speaking above. Then he turned his head and looked at a team on the left a few meters away. Those in the Dongda Affiliated Middle School all wore school uniforms, with the school's abbreviation embroidered on the back, so Anzai Masayoshi could easily recognize each other.
Anxi Masayoshi's eyes focused on a boy in the queue of Dongda Affiliated Middle School. The other party's side profile was strong, his face was handsome, his skin was fair, and he had short, broken hair, which made him look very heroic. The most noticeable thing is the boy's figure.
Standing in the queue of the junior high school, the opponent's height was more than a head taller than the people around him. Anxi Masayoshi's visual inspection revealed that the opponent's height was probably about 184cm, and the most incompatible thing about the opponent was the opponent's figure.
Even though he was covered by a loose school uniform, Masayoshi Anzai could still spy some information about the other person from the neck muscles of his neck.
"Even the neck muscles are quite developed... He is obviously a junior high school student, how is this possible?!"
Anxi Masayoshi's gaze seemed to be noticed by the young man. The man turned around and caught Anxi Masayoshi's gaze. The other party seemed to also know the identity of Anxi coach. He smiled and said hello, and then turned back. head.
Anxi Zhengyi didn't look back until now, his expression became a little gloomy, and he had no intention of listening to the speech.
After spending the opening ceremony in a daze, I hurriedly led the players from Takeishi Middle School to the players' lounge.
Arriving in the lounge, Anxi Zhengyi hurriedly found his briefcase and rummaged through it, seemingly looking for something. After searching for a long time, I took out a stack of documents and hurriedly flipped through them. After a while, I took out an A4 paper and held it in my hand and read it carefully.
"Shinomiya Tōno....it's definitely this child."
"184cm, weight 77kg?"
"Only ten words per game..."
"I'm just too worried."
Masayoshi Anzai couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he looked at this information. He felt that he was overthinking it, and maybe he just happened to meet a player with better physical condition.
Suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, Anxi Masayoshi clapped his hands, attracting the attention of all the team members.
"The first game of our national competition is about to begin. Being able to get here is a testament to our strength."
"I just want to tell you that you will never be weaker than any team. Even if you are opponents from all over the country, I still believe that you are the strongest!"
"Adjust your mentality and meet your opponent's challenge!"
"In this game, the starting players remain unchanged, but other players also need to be ready to play at any time. The intensity of the national competition is not as strong as the county competition, and victory cannot be won casually."
"Martial arts, perform well in this game and show your best condition!"
While Masayoshi Anzai was talking, Jinguji Budo was sitting on the bench sipping his ginseng and wolfberry tea. He added a little bit of rock sugar to today's tea, which not only quenches thirst and promotes body fluids, but also tastes very good. Seeing Anxi Zhengyi's serious look at this time, Budao couldn't help but put down his cup and nodded.
Anzai Masayoshi glanced around his team members and his expression softened slightly. He felt that he had just lost his composure. As a coach, he should not have such emotions. Coach Anxi silently walked to the side of the lounge and sat down, closing his eyes to rest. However, he couldn't help but take out the information just now and read it carefully.
"The information is fine... Why do I feel so uneasy?"
Such doubts continued until Takeishi Middle School walked out of the tunnel and entered the court. Masayoshi Anzai still didn't understand.
The basketball court in Tokyo Stadium is much larger than that in Kanagawa Prefecture, and the surrounding stands are much higher, so it can accommodate more spectators than the basketball court in Kanagawa Prefecture. When Takeishi Middle School walked into the stadium, a tsunami of cheers suddenly came from the surrounding stands.
“Oh oh oh oh oh!!”
Mitsui Hisashi was stunned when he entered the stadium. He looked around and said in confusion: "Does our Takeishi Middle School have such a big influence? There were such loud cheers just after we came out?"
"This cheer is not for us...it looks like we are in big trouble today."
Jinguji Martial Arts was much more sober than Hisashi Mitsui. He noticed that the audience's eyes were not looking at them at all, and then all looked at the other side of the stadium.
Following the gaze of the audience, in the player tunnel opposite, their opponents, the players from the No. 1 Middle School Affiliated to Dongda University, were walking out of the player tunnel. The team that caused the audience to cheer was not their Takeishi Middle School at all, but the players from the opposite school. No. 1 Middle School Affiliated to Dongda University.
The No. 1 Middle School Affiliated to Dongda University obviously qualified as a dark horse, but their players seemed to have adapted to the tsunami-like cheers at this time. They walked to their rest area and changed their equipment with calm expressions.
On the contrary, on Wu Shi's side, many people were not used to such a scene, and felt tremendous pressure in their hearts.
"Let's go to the rest area." Anxi Zhengyi noticed the nervousness of the team members, lowered his brows slightly, and said to everyone. He didn't have any good way to relieve the team members' tension at this time, mainly because he didn't expect that the experienced Wu Shi team members would be affected by such a scene.
The No. 1 Middle School Affiliated to Dongda University actually has a home field advantage in the national competition.
In the rest area of the No. 1 Middle School Affiliated to Dongda University, coach Yasui also noticed the state of Takeishi's players. He couldn't help but smile, stood up, picked up a basketball from under the stool and threw it to Shinomiya Nono who was changing shoes on the bench.
"Tian Tian, if you change your shoes, go give them a greeting gift!"
Yasui turned his head sideways, looked sideways at Takeshi's rest area, and said with a smile. The word "sinister" was engraved on his face, emitting a dark light.
"...."
"Coach, isn't this good? The people opposite me are already a little nervous."
Shinomiya subconsciously took the basketball and put it beside him, tying his shoelaces while looking sideways. Although he said so, after he tied the bag, he still grabbed the basketball, slapped it and walked towards the court.
The appearance of Shinomiya Tano also brought cheers from the audience. The already enthusiastic audience became even louder when he walked to the rest area.
"Such a strong cheering, who is that guy?" Hisashi Mitsui was sitting on the bench, sipping a sip of water. Suddenly the cheers around him became intense, and he couldn't help but look at the person walking into the stadium.
At this moment, Shinomiya walked to the bottom line of the three-point line and threw the ball toward the basket.
"Super long three-pointer? Such power is nothing!" Mitsui Hisashi sneered when he saw this scene and didn't care.
But he suddenly discovered that Shinomiya, who had thrown the basketball, had already entered the court and was accelerating towards the basket.
Under the gaze of everyone in Takeishi, Shinomiya rushed into the court, jumped up when he was still two or three meters away from the basket, and directly caught the basketball that had just fallen from the air and bounced up again, and then Gliding towards the basket.
"Bang!!!"
A loud noise suddenly sounded in the stadium. Shinomiya poured the ball into the basket, raised his forearms, and his whole body hung on the basket and swayed slightly as the basket swayed.
The originally lively stadium suddenly became silent at this moment. After a few seconds of silence, the surrounding stands erupted into amazing cheers again. The cheers at this time were even more enthusiastic than before. It was only then that Shinomiya got off the basket, squatted down, grabbed the basketball with one hand, and walked back to the rest area.
Unlike the enthusiastic cheering audience, Wushi Middle School fell into an eerie silence, with everyone's mouths slightly open, looking in disbelief.
Even Jinguji Martial Arts’ eyes widened with surprise on their faces.
"In this...this stupid place, there are people like this?!"
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