The schedule of the national competition has reached the second game of the second round. The number of spectators in the stands around the stadium has not decreased. On the contrary, the stands that originally had some empty seats are already full at this time.
The competition in the national competition becomes more intense and exciting as it goes on. Today, many fans who are not local to Tokyo will come all the way to watch the competition.
The people from Yanshui Middle School didn't have much communication with Takeshi's players. After packing their bags, the Yanshui players went to the stands under the leadership of their coach.
In this competition between Takeishi Middle School and Qingshan Affiliated Middle School, the final winner will face their Yanshui Middle School tomorrow. As a member of Yanshui, this is a good opportunity to observe the strength of the opponent.
There is no underdog among the teams that can reach the third round. Even if their Yanshui team is a seeded team and ranked fourth in the country last year, they will pay more attention to today's winner.
Takeishi Middle School changed clothes very quickly. Several starting players put on their uniforms early and walked onto the court to start warming up. Not long after the players from Takeishi Middle School entered the stadium, the players from Aoyama High School also entered the stadium.
"Fortunately, fortunately, there are no weird players in the team of Qingshan Affiliated High School."
In the court, Chiba Oishi, who had just completed a layup, returned to the back of the row. He looked at the Aoyama players warming up on the other side of the court, patted his chest and said with a smile.
Yesterday's game left a big shadow in his heart, and the powerful Shinomiya Tōno left a deep impression in his heart. He encountered such an opponent in the first game of the national competition. Chiba Oishi's attitude towards the national competition was no longer as full of fighting spirit as before.
His attitude towards the game can even be said to have some fear.
"I haven't fought before, so who knows?"
"Although the coach said that the opponent poses no threat to us, the team that can get through the first round always has some strength, so we should not take it lightly."
Hisashi Mitsui was standing in front of Chiba Oishi. Hearing Chiba Oishi's words behind him, Mitsui Hisashi turned around and looked at the opposite court.
At first glance, among the players of Qingshan Affiliated High School, no player is particularly tall. The heights of the opposing team are relatively average, basically around 180cm. Judging from the players' momentum, it's actually quite ordinary.
Facing such an opponent, Mitsui Hisako is full of confidence in himself.
Similarly, Jinguji Budo is also full of confidence in this game. It's simple because he just asked the coach for the player list of Aoyama Affiliated High School when he was in the stands.
In the list, Jinguji Martial Arts did not find the famous masters in the original work. Basketball is a sport that unless one is truly gifted, there is no way to achieve it quickly. Generally speaking, players who can grow into masters in high school will not be unknown in junior high school.
Moreover, the world of SD is only so big. Which ones are masters and which ones are not? The martial arts are still relatively clear.
There are obviously no noteworthy players in Qingshan Affiliated High School.
The warm-up time passed quickly. After the referee blew the whistle to end the warm-up, the players from the two teams returned to their respective rest areas.
Masayoshi Anzai had already made the tactical arrangements for this game, so after the whistle, several of Takeishi's starters sat on their stools, waiting for the game to start.
Not long after, the referee walked to the center circle with the basketball and blew the whistle.
Under the instructions of the referee, the players from both teams took their positions in the center circle and prepared for the jump ball.
Takeishi Middle School wore black uniforms for this game, while Aoyama High School wore green uniforms. Wu Dao stood on the center line of his own half of the court, crouching down slightly and preparing to compete for the basketball.
The player guarding him was a player wearing a green No. 14 jersey. He was only half a head shorter than Budo. He had his hands on his knees and his eyes were fixed on the basketball.
"Beep!"
After all the players were in position, the referee blew the whistle and at the same time threw the ball high into the air.
Wu Dao bent his knees slightly and looked at the basketball that was thrown into the air. His muscles tensed and he watched with concentration.
"Bang!" After a soft sound, Fujii Masao, who was jumping the ball, took the lead in shooting the basketball, and the red basketball flew directly towards the martial arts side.
When Wu Dao saw the basketball coming, he looked happy. Just as he was about to step forward to get the ball, the player from Qingshan High School standing next to him straightened up suddenly, quickly raised his left hand, and struck Wu Dao in the chest with his elbow. While lowering his elbow, one side of the opponent's body directly blocked Wu Dao's body, blocking the falling basketball and passing it to a teammate not far away.
Jinguji Budo wanted to step forward to get the ball, but he was suddenly hit hard. His breath was stagnant, and he held his breath in his chest. He took a few steps back to steady himself.
"Elbow...elbow me?!"
"Grass!!"
The strange feeling coming from his chest made Wu Dao couldn't help but curse. Although it wasn't very painful because of the golden bell cover and iron cloth shirt, the suffocating feeling of holding one breath in his chest made Wu Dao very uncomfortable. .
"Referee! This guy committed a foul!" Wu Dao, who had recovered, shouted directly at the referee, but the referee who had just finished serving looked at Wu Dao blankly, not knowing what happened.
"That No. 14, that No. 14 elbow!" Wu Dao walked up to the referee and signaled with his movements. Upon seeing this, the referee looked at the linesmen on the other sides of the court with confusion. However, the two linesmen obviously didn't see anything, and they both shook their heads at him.
The referee who received the message from his colleague turned his head and shook his head towards Martial Arts.
Seeing him like this, Wu Dao knew that the opponent's elbow attack was not seen by the referees.
While Wu Dao was communicating with the referee, Qingshan Affiliated High School had already launched a fast break. The referee did not blow the whistle, so of course the game would not stop.
However, Takeishi's side had a huge gap due to the lack of Budo's defense. In the end, Aoyama High School took the lead from the open midfielder No. 14 and scored the first point in less than ten seconds after the start of the game.
"well done!"
"Nice shot!"
Several players from Qingshan Affiliated High School high-fived each other in celebration and trotted back towards their own half. When No. 14 passed by Martial Arts, he smiled at Martial Arts. The sarcasm in that smile could be felt by Martial Arts even from a distance.
"...."
"Old Mother Throwing Thunder!"
Seeing the other party's appearance, Wu Dao didn't know what the other party was thinking. After rubbing his chest, he cursed lowly and then quickly ran towards the backcourt.
"Xiaosan, give me the ball!" Martial Arts would not just swallow such a dumb loss.
Tooth for tooth, eye for eye, this is the style of martial arts. Since the other party was playing coquettishly, Wu Dao would not be polite. At this time, Wu Dao was already irritated by the other party and decided to give the other party some color.
"Playing with me like this is like playing with a machete in front of Guan Gong!"
Although Mitsui Hisashi didn't know what happened, seeing Budo's angry look, he didn't think much and gave the ball directly to Budo's hands.
After receiving the ball, Wu Dao whispered and quickly advanced towards the frontcourt with the ball. His goal was also very clear, and he directly rushed towards the No. 14 with the ball.
No. 14 from Qingshan Affiliated High School obviously didn't take Wu Dao to heart. Seeing Wu Dao's angry look, he grinned and moved directly towards Wu Dao.
When Wu Dao saw the opponent coming forward, he accelerated towards the three-point line. When the opponent arrived in front of him, Wu Dao was still about one meter away from the three-point line.
But in this position, Wu Dao didn't even think about it, he just jumped up and shot. The No. 14 raised his hands in a defensive gesture, turned his head and looked at the flying basketball, but suddenly took a few steps forward, as if he wanted to step forward.
However, at this moment, Wu Dao, who stood up to shoot a jump shot, was already prepared. While jumping, his body was slightly tilted, but Wu Dao's feet kicked forward in a weird and unobtrusive way, directly kicking Kicked the defender in the abdomen.
"Bang!"
"Dang~"
Two completely different sounds came from the court, one was the sound of a basketball hitting the basket, and the other was the sound of a body hitting the floor.
The basketball thrown by Wu Dao crashed out of the basket, and the rebound was collected by the center of Qingshan High School. At the same time, the No. 14 player defending Wu Dao fell to the ground, covering his lower abdomen with his hands, and was unable to stand up immediately.
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