"White Team No. 15! Expelled!"
Takeishi's substitute players and coaches off the court have already rushed into the court to start Jinguji Martial Arts. The doctor from the competition also quickly entered the court. A group of people surrounded Mitsui Hisashi, and a group of people surrounded the Beside Team Aoyama.
The referee, who finally no longer had to hold on to the martial arts, immediately separated from the crowd and shouted loudly. His words made the slightly turbulent stadium a little quieter.
"What? Expelled?!" Masayoshi Anzai was holding Budo's waist at this time. But Budo was still struggling hard after being pulled away by everyone. It seemed that he was not ready to give up just like that, and wanted to rush forward and continue fighting with the Qingshan player. . The referee didn't listen at all to his refereeing skills.
That bastard actually dared to attack Mitsui Hisashi. No matter what the martial arts said, he would destroy him today.
Hisashi Mitsui doesn't have a golden bell and an iron shirt, and he can still act like he's fine after being hit by an elbow. The young Hisashi Mitsui is not the kind of person with excellent physique. The opponent's attack really hurt Mitsui. .
Until now, Mitsui Hisashi still didn't get up from the ground and was still lying on the ground. Although he was breathing steadily, he seemed to have passed out. The opponent's action just now was not for defense at all, but directly aimed at Mitsui Hisashi.
Being pulled down in mid-air would take a long time even for someone as strong as Hanamichi Sakuragi, let alone Hisashi Mitsui.
Hearing the referee's penalty at this time, Anzai Masayoshi couldn't help it. He let go of the hand holding the martial arts and walked to the referee with a frown. He was just about to argue with the opponent, but his reason finally let him He restrained himself.
Now Wu Dao has only been expelled from the game. If he, the coach, has any conflicts with the referee again, Wu Dao will no longer be the only one affected, but the entire team will be affected.
Masayoshi Anzai turned his head and glanced at the struggling martial arts, then looked at Mitsui Hisashi who was lying on the ground surrounded by doctors and team members, and finally sighed helplessly.
He walked back to Wu Dao, put a hand on Wu Dao's shoulder, and squeezed hard.
Anxi Zhengyi's power was very strong. When he pinched Wu Dao's shoulder, even Wu Dao was in pain and turned to look at him.
"Budou, you and the first-year substitutes will take Mitsui to the hospital."
"Compared to revenge, Mitsui's health is more important. You go to the hospital and take a look!"
Anzai Masayoshi's words stopped martial arts' struggling movements, turned back to look at Mitsui Shou, and immediately walked towards Mitsui. At this time, Hisashi Mitsui was surrounded by doctors. A middle-aged doctor held a small lamp and turned Mitsui's eyelids for a physical examination.
After a simple physical examination, someone was quickly called to move a single rack.
"Come, take him to the ambulance outside." The doctor directed several male doctors and nurses. They put Mitsui Hisashi on the stand and hurriedly carried him away from the stadium. Takeishi's team leader greeted Anzai Masayoshi and followed him. Joined the medical team.
And Wu Dao also walked out of the stadium without looking back at anyone from Qingshan High School. As for an apology, he didn't say a word.
"You bastard from Aoyama!"
Masayoshi Anzai watched Budo and others leave, gritted his teeth, and glanced viciously at the Aoyama team member who was knocked to the ground by Budo. Compared to Mitsui Hisashi, the opponent's injury was too minor, just a skin injury. That's all. At this time, the other party's consciousness had regained consciousness. However, just as a precaution, the medical team also moved the other party onto a stand and hurriedly sent him to the hospital.
After the departure of Takedo and Hisashi Mitsui, Takeishi Middle School's starting team immediately lost two main offensive players. Masayoshi Anzai looked at the substitute who was still on the court, the gloom in his brows still unable to dissipate. Although Takeshi Middle School still maintains the lead, it is impossible for Takeshi Middle School to maintain its lead until the end after losing two main players.
As the wounded were sent off the court, and as the martial arts left, the riot finally came to an end. Takeshi Middle School and Qingshan Affiliated High School replaced their substitute players, and the game continued in a depressing atmosphere.
Takeishi Middle School is a standard dual-core team. All offensive systems are built around Mitsui Hisashi and Jinguji Budou. Without these two people, Takeishi fell into a disadvantage not long after the game continued. The situation above has shown a one-sided trend.
Anxi Zhengyi sat on the seat, clenching his fists, feeling that there was a tight breath in his chest that could not be discharged. On the other hand, the coach from Qingshan Affiliated High School still commanded the players off the court with great energy during the game. Not only was he not worried about the players being sent to the hospital, but he also had a smile on his face.
"The ending is decided..."
Anzai Masayoshi was very unwilling. They finally got a chance to play in the competition and finally crossed the hurdle of Dongda No. 1 Middle School. Unexpectedly, they fell into the hands of an unknown team like Aoyama.
If it was due to lack of strength, Anxi Zhengyi would not be so angry. The key is not that their martial arts are not strong enough, but that the other group of people are too mean.
As the game progressed, Takeishi Middle School's lead was slowly tied, and then overtaken by the opponent. After that, the deficit became larger and larger. Masayoshi Anzai looked at the scoreboard that was constantly changing and punched the bench angrily. However, his anger could not change anything. Takeishi's defeat was impossible to change.
Before the game was over, Masayoshi Anzai had already asked the players who were still off the court to pack their things. Their journey to the national competition was over.
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The sun was shining high, scorching the earth, and the air was filled with heat waves.
In a ward of the hospital, Mitsui Shou was lying on the bed covered with a thin quilt.
On the bedside table next to the hospital bed, there was a small electric fan blowing hot air. Around the hospital bed, several members of Takeshi's team were sitting around Mitsui Kotobuki's hospital bed. Jinguji Budo was sitting on a bench, leaning his back against the wall, looking at the scenery outside the window.
"Click." There was a soft sound of twisting the door lock, and the door to the ward was pushed open.
The leading teacher of Wushi Middle School walked into the ward with a small bag in his hand. Along with him, there was an older doctor wearing glasses.
As soon as the doctor and the team leader entered the room, several members of Wu Shi stood up and came to the doctor's side. Only Wu Dao was still sitting on the bench, but his eyes were looking at the doctor who had just walked in.
"Doctor, how is Mitsui-senpai's condition?"
Mitsui Hisawa who was sent to the hospital did some examinations, and the results of the examinations have just come out.
"Based on the current examination, there is nothing wrong. The diagnosis at this stage is a mild concussion. Just rest and it will be fine."
"We will do detailed further examination after he wakes up. You don't have to worry."
The doctor smiled and explained Mitsui Hisashi's condition to Takeishi's team members, then walked through the crowd and came to Mitsui Hisashi's side to look at Mitsui Hisashi's condition and did another physical examination. After finding no other problems, the doctor comforted everyone and left the ward.
"Okay, Mitsui Hisashi will be fine, don't worry." The team leader sat down on the empty hospital bed next door, glanced at Mitsui Hisashi, and then looked at Jinguji Martial Arts.
As a team leader, he was of course familiar with Budo, but he didn't expect that Budo, who had always been harmonious and harmonious with his teammates, would be the first to rush to fight with the opponent after Mitsui Hisashi was injured.
The team leader did not have any prejudice against martial arts and felt that martial arts was something bad. On the contrary, he admired the attitude of martial arts, but he was also worried about the future of martial arts.
Ejection? It would be nice if it were just that simple.
"Martial arts, you have to be mentally prepared when you hit someone on the court."
"Compensation for medical expenses and post-match punishment are inevitable. Expulsion is just the beginning. In the worst case, you may be suspended."
"It's not a one or two game ban, it may be a ban from participating in county competitions and national competitions."
"Although your behavior this time has relieved your anger, your martial arts skills are still too impulsive."
Leader Wu Shi sighed, but still felt that he had to remind Wu Dao that it is always good to be mentally prepared.
"I've done everything, I have nothing to say."
"It doesn't matter if that guy comes at me, but he actually dares to do evil things to the mistress. I won't let him have an easy time."
"If you lose money, you will lose money. It doesn't matter if you are suspended. I have no regrets."
Wu Dao closed his eyes slightly, folded his hands on his chest and said nonchalantly. Suspension is indeed a very severe punishment, but it has no fatal impact on martial arts.
If the suspension is only for one or two years, whether he should play or play, whether he should train or train, it is nothing more than not participating in the game. When the suspension period is over, he will be a good man again.
For martial arts, junior high school is just a period of accumulation. It doesn't matter whether you compete or not. There is still a chance to dominate the country.
If the suspension is long, maybe five or six years, then the worst that Wu Dao can do is talk to his family and return to his motherland to develop. Wu Dao’s grandfather, Wu Gong’s father, has been in China. The worst that he can do is go back to school. If he takes the professional basketball route, it will be much better than here. .
The reason why Martial Arts went to school in Neon was because Mitsui Hisashi, Rukawa Kaede and others were there. He wanted to taste what it was like to team up with Mitsui and the others to win the championship.
There is really no other way, and the same goes for returning to China to go to school. Although there are regrets, it will not affect the long-term plan of martial arts.
Compared with the price paid, Wu Dao felt that teaching the other party this time would make him feel more relaxed.
"Don't you regret it... Martial Arts, you boy..." The leader teacher looked at Martial Arts and couldn't help but laugh. He really liked Martial Arts' character.
"Regret? What are you regretting?" At this moment, a low voice sounded.
Mitsui Shouyouyou, who had been in a coma, woke up. Just after he woke up, he heard something that he regretted or not, and he couldn't help but ask.
"Um?"
"Mistress, you wake up!"
Budao was still looking at the scenery outside the window, but when he heard Mitsui Shou's voice, his face lit up and he quickly moved to Mitsui's bedside.
"Martial arts."
"Is this... a hospital?"
"Am I still on the court? Why am I here?"
"Is the game like this? What did you just say about whether you regret it or not? What are you talking about?"
After Mitsui Shou woke up, his consciousness quickly recovered. At first, he was still weak when speaking, but as his consciousness became clearer, Mitsui's speech became more energetic.
"Have you forgotten? Your boy was riding a horse and shooting arrows. He was killed by someone and passed out."
"The doctor said you had a mild concussion and it shouldn't be a big problem, but you still need to do some tests after you wake up."
"As for me, the general who killed you was rewarded by the referee to accompany you."
Seeing Mitsui Shou wake up, Budo was in a good mood and started joking.
"What's this mess?"
"Mitsui, don't listen to his nonsense."
"You were fouled and were injured and sent to the hospital."
"And Martial Arts hit the Qingshan player who fouled you and was expelled."
"As for the game, I don't know yet. Look at the time, it should be over."
Takeshi's team leader rolled his eyes at Takeshi and explained to Mitsui Shou.
At this time, Mitsui Hisashi's consciousness had completely recovered, and he remembered everything that happened before the impact. Hearing the team leader's words, he suddenly stood up from the hospital bed, but the violent movement gave him a headache, and he couldn't help but cover it. head.
After the pain subsided, Mitsui Shou grabbed the martial arts collar and said angrily:
"You guy! Didn't you tell me to calm down? Why did you do it yourself!"
"I'm off the field. As long as you're here, the team still has a chance. Now that both of us are off the field, how can the team win?!"
"You bastard, do you know what you did?!"
Mitsui Shou was very angry, but he was not only angry, but also deeply worried. From the few words of the team leader, Hisashi Mitsui certainly knew what Budo had done and was expelled from the field. It must have been a violent conflict with the opponent, otherwise such a thing would not have happened.
At the beginning, Budo was still telling Mitsui Hisashi to calm down and not be provoked, but at the beginning of the second half, he started fighting with others. This moved Mitsui Hisashi but also deeply blamed himself. At the same time, this self-blaming emotion was also ignited. Mitsui Shou's anger is not so much that he is angry with martial arts, but rather that he is angry with himself.
"Okay, okay, you just woke up, don't get excited."
"We can't change the outcome of the game. Maybe the coach and Captain Fujii can lead Takeshi to victory."
"Stop worrying so much."
"That bastard from Qingshan actually dares to play dirty tricks. Don't let me see him again, or I'll beat him twice if I see him once!"
Budao patted Mitsui Shou's hand and said with a smile. Mitsui Shou was angry and annoyed when he saw Budo's nonchalant look, but he also knew that they could not change anything, so he lowered his hands helplessly.
"Martial arts... I'm sorry." Mitsui Shou lowered his head and uttered such a sentence.
"What are you sorry for? We are friends, aren't we?" Wu Dao leaned against the wall and said with a smile.
At this moment, the door to the ward was opened again. Anxi Zhengyi had a gloomy face and led a large group of people from Wushi Middle School into the ward.
"coach!"
"How was the game?" One of the team members asked nervously when they saw Anzai Masayoshi.
"Of course we lost the game, but that's not the most important thing." Anxi Zhengyi replied with a gloomy face, then looked at Martial Arts solemnly and continued:
"Martial Arts, you are suspended because of the conflict on the court!"
"Three years."
"It means you can no longer participate in basketball games during your junior high school years."
Everyone was shocked when they heard this, and all looked at Wu Dao. Although Wu Dao was also a little surprised, he was mentally prepared, but there was no big change in his expression. He just nodded slightly to show that he knew.
On the other hand, Hisashi Mitsui, with a face full of shock, hurriedly asked: "Suspended?! Banned for three years?! How could this happen? Why!"
"I want to find my father. If he is suspended for three years, martial arts... martial arts..." Mitsui Hisashi stuttered a little while speaking, looking back at martial arts and Masayoshi Anzai.
"Mitsui, the result cannot be changed."
"This is all right, the martial arts behavior is very bad."
"I have a friend who is on the competition committee and was banned for three years. This is the result of fighting for it."
"Budao... you..." Masayoshi Anzai looked at Budo. He thought that the person who would be the most unacceptable would be Budo. Unexpectedly, the person who was most excited was Mitsui Hisashi. On the contrary, it was Budo who looked calm.
"It's okay, coach, I'm already mentally prepared."
"A three-year suspension...is really a long time."
Wu Dao murmured, glanced at the excited Mitsui Shou, patted Mitsui's shoulder with one hand, and said with a smile:
"Don't worry, Xiaosan, I'm just not participating in the game, it's not like I'm not playing ball anymore."
"Coach, I'm suspended. You won't kick me out of the team, right?"
"I have been injured and bled for the team."
Wu Dao smiled and raised his right hand, pointing to a little blood stain on it, but he didn't know if the blood was his.
Seeing the appearance of martial arts, Anxi Zhengyi couldn't help laughing, shook his head and said:
"What nonsense are you talking about? You are our Wushi's 'God of War'!"
"How could I be willing to kick you off the team?"
"Although you are not the first to dare to take action in Zhongzhong, you are the first in the history of our Wushi team."
"Now that Mitsui is awake, the other team members should go back to the hotel to rest first. Budo and I will accompany Mitsui for the next checkup. If everything is fine, we will set off back to Kanagawa tomorrow."
Masayoshi Anzai waved to the other team members, and Takeshi's team leader greeted the team members and left the ward. After the rest of the team left, Masayoshi Anzai sat next to Hisashi Mitsui and patted Mitsui on the shoulder.
At this time, Mitsui Shou covered his face with his hands, and his body was trembling slightly. Although no sound came out, tears flowed from Mitsui's fingers.
The most sad thing about martial arts being banned is not martial arts, but Mitsui who caused a conflict. Mitsui Hisashi felt that it was his own problems that caused Budo to take action. He felt that it was him who caused Budo to be banned.
The average junior high school student will definitely have a huge change in his basketball career if he loses three years of competition experience.
"Xiaosan, don't be like this. The guy from Qingshan High School is the culprit. Don't feel any psychological burden."
"It's my problem that I'm suspended."
"As for the price, I can afford it!"
Budo stood up and sat on the hospital bed, put his arm around Mitsui's shoulders and said softly.
He really feels that it doesn't matter. It really doesn't matter to him whether he plays or not. The training of his skills will not be wasted just because he doesn't play. As for game experience, this kind of thing is the best thing for players to accumulate.
Basketball players never rely on game experience. They rely on foundation, training, intelligence, talent, environment and... Human beings are so sophisticated that the most unreliable thing is experience.
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