"Take a look, take a look, Takeshi Middle School Judo Club."
"Join us and see the scenery at its peak!"
On the corridor of the first-grade teaching building of Takeishi Middle School, a boy wearing judo uniform posted a homemade poster on the blackboard in the corridor and started shouting loudly.
His shouting attracted the attention of many new students. Some interested boys stopped and came forward to ask, while many little girls secretly looked at the tall boy standing next to the tall boy.
Jinguji Budo, who was standing next to the boy, was too conspicuous in the crowd. His tall figure and handsome face can easily leave a deep impression on people's minds.
Wu Dao also took action with the members on matters such as recruiting students for the judo club, but his members were shouting and talking to the new students who came to inquire, but Wu Dao was leaning against the wall, his eyes wandering between the young men and women passing by. .
The end of the corridor suddenly became noisy. The girls along the way seemed to have seen something terrible and rushed towards the end of the corridor.
In an instant, the crowd at the Judo Club enrollment area became much more relaxed. Many freshmen were attracted by the commotion and ran over curiously to see what was going on.
"Eh? What happened over there? Why did these people suddenly leave?"
The young boy looked at the commotion in the distance, silently walked to Wu Dao's side, and looked around curiously. The tall boy was only average in height among junior high school students. The other end of the corridor was crowded with people, and he didn't know what was going on.
But martial arts was different. He stood out among the crowd like a chicken, and his vision was not blocked at all.
"People from the basketball department are here. I didn't expect that this year Xiao San became the captain, and the recruitment has become so innovative."
Martial Arts shook his head with a smile and whispered.
Not long after he finished speaking, Hisashi Mitsui, wearing a white jersey and holding a big flag in his hand, led the basketball team towards the bulletin board.
What Mitsui Hisashi is holding is the banner that the basketball team won last year's summer prefectural competition championship. At this time, Hisashi Mitsui took the banner out of the school's honors display room and advertised the basketball team's enrollment.
Needless to say, Mitsui Hisashi holding the banner instantly attracted the attention of many freshmen, and his limelight directly overshadowed all other admissions clubs present.
Mitsui Shou led everyone to the bulletin board. Without even glancing at Martial Arts, he looked directly at Chiba Oishi beside him.
After receiving the instruction, Chiba Oishi took out a large poster from nowhere and began to put it up on the bulletin board. His poster was so big that they occupied less than half of the small bulletin board.
However, Qianba Oishi acted in a measured manner. He did not cover some of the posters that had been posted for a long time, but just moved the posters to their positions. But even so, the basketball team's practice of putting up posters is somewhat overbearing.
"We are from the basketball club!"
“All students who want to play basketball can join us!”
"Last year, our Takeishi Middle School Basketball Club was the champion of the county competition. This year, our goal is to dominate the country!"
Under the gaze of everyone, Qianba Oishi didn't feel any stage fright at all. He shouted out the slogan he had prepared long ago without feeling embarrassed or ashamed at all.
Other clubs came to recruit students, but Chiba Oishi came more to announce something, or to introduce himself. Many freshmen were shocked by the basketball team's move, and some junior high school students were ignited by Chiba Oishi's words. Even if they didn't know what basketball was, they immediately stepped forward to ask.
All of a sudden, the bulletin board was crowded with freshmen who wanted to join the basketball team. No matter what club it is, the title of the champion of the county competition is quite useful.
There are so many schools in Kanagawa Prefecture, but there is only one champion in the prefectural competition every year. The champions of many sports events are also old and strong teams. Many of Neon's students, from elementary school to university, may not have the opportunity to participate in a county competition, let alone win the county competition championship.
Mitsui Hisashi looked at the freshmen who were enthusiastically signing up around Chiba Oishi and couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction. Then he handed the banner into the hands of a team member and silently came to Martial Arts' side.
Mitsui Hisashi, who was promoted to the third grade of junior high school this year, is a little taller. Although Mitsui Hisashi is one year older than Budo, he has not grown yet this year, and his height has not increased much. He has only grown to 173cm. Standing next to Budo, he is far behind. Most of Wu Dao's head only reaches Wu Dao's chin.
"How about martial arts? My method is pretty good, right?"
"There are more people signing up this year than in your class."
Mitsui Hisashi was obviously very satisfied with the results before his eyes and said with a smile.
"It's a good method. I hope we can add some potential players this year."
"Speaking of which, after collecting the registration information, the basketball team should gather for a practice match to test the water, right? When will it be held?"
Although Budo is now the president of the judo club, he has never given up on basic basketball training this year. In his spare time, he often participates in the basketball team's team practice matches. Martial Arts is also very curious about the strength of the basketball team's new students this year. He himself has no way to participate in the county competition with the team, but it does not prevent him from hoping that the basketball team can achieve good results.
"This hasn't been decided yet. The freshman gathering will be at 3:30 in the afternoon. It should be after that. You can come directly then."
"Just let me test your current strength."
Mitsui Shou raised his head slightly, looked at Martial Arts, and said with a smile. Although Budo quit the basketball team, the relationship between Mitsui and Budo has not faded. Budo participated in very limited team training after quitting the basketball team, which also led to Mitsui Hisashi not knowing Budo's current strength.
During the holidays, Hisashi Mitsui once approached Budo and wanted to practice together, but Budo was always not at home. When he asked, he always went to practice judo. Therefore, Mitsui's impression of Budo's basketball level remained the same as a few months ago.
"Well, I'll come over after I've arranged things for the judo club."
"Speaking of which, there is a guy who will join the basketball team this year. He is a very good guy. I think you will use him in the selection trials of this year's county competition."
Wu Dao clasped his hands on his chest and looked at the freshmen who were enthusiastically signing up, feeling secretly happy in his heart. The addition of new people is a good thing for the development of the basketball team. Fresh blood represents possibilities. Moreover, Takeshi was the county championship last year. Many people will definitely come here this year. The strength of the freshmen is worth it. expect.
More importantly, there is a guy who can definitely give Wu Shi a huge boost!
"Excellent guy? Who? Where is he? If you say he is outstanding, then I will take a closer look."
Mitsui Hisashi has some understanding of Budo's character. Although this guy is not on the basketball team, he still has a very high eye for people. He has been playing at Takeishi Middle School for so long and can be praised as an outstanding player by Budo. Except for Mitsui Hisashi. , there is no second person.
"This is not coming, look at that."
Just as Wu Dao was about to say something, he saw a young man appearing at the end of the corridor. The young man had long bangs, and the bangs on his forehead could cover his eyes. Wearing a black school uniform, holding a backpack in one hand and a basketball around his waist, he was walking towards here.
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