After Mitsui Hisashi gave Budo and others their jerseys, he took the three freshmen to the Shohoku locker room.
It is said to be a locker room, but it is actually just an empty room in the corridor connecting the basketball gym and the teaching building. The place is not very big, only seven or eight square meters. There are windows on the wall opposite the door, and on both sides of the door, It's a two-row iron wardrobe.
In addition to a small door lock, there is a name tag on the outside of the wardrobe with the player's name written on it.
"Martial Arts, this wardrobe will be yours from now on."
Mitsui Hisashi led Budo and others into the dressing room, then waved to Budo, pointed to a wardrobe at the far end of the window and said. There is a small keyed lock hanging on the wardrobe. There are three keys. The lock is also very new. You can tell at a glance that it was just bought. On the small label on the closet door, the name of Jinguji Martial Arts is clearly written.
Although martial arts is a new student this year, Mitsui Hisashi has already made all the preparations for joining the martial arts club.
"Not only the jersey, but also the wardrobe has been prepared for me?"
"What's the condition of this lock? It belongs to the previous senior?"
Martial Arts did not observe carefully and did not notice how new or old the lock was.
"The previous senior has left the team long ago. The lock is new. You can take the key yourself."
"All the empty closets have been cleaned and can be used directly."
"Na!" Mitsui Hisashi walked to the closet, opened it casually, threw the key to Budao, then pointed to the closet and gestured towards Budao.
"As for you two freshmen, you can choose from those wardrobes without name brands. As for the lock, you can just buy one yourself."
"Change into your training clothes here, and you guys will join in the morning training together."
Mitsui Hisashi said to Miyagi Ryota and Tsunoda Satoru. After hearing Mitsui Hisashi's words, Miyagi and Tsunoda looked at each other silently, and they both saw a little surprise in each other's eyes.
They are also freshmen, and the treatment gap between the two of them and Martial Arts is really too big. Wu Dao is obviously a freshman, and it's his first day at school, but he already has an official jersey with a number. Although it is a No. 15 jersey, it means that Budao had already put his name on the Shohoku basketball team before coming to school.
Now they even have their own wardrobes, which are already equipped with chains and famous brands. On the other hand, the two of them only have training clothes, and their wardrobes are still freshly selected. Even a fool can see that Mitsui Hisashi treats martial arts as he treats them. , are treated differently.
"Uh...Mitsui-senpai."
"Can I ask? Did you know Jinguji-san before?"
Miyagi Ryota was not angry because of Mitsui Hisashi's different treatment. On the contrary, his curiosity was completely aroused.
"Um?"
"Oh! He, we knew each other before. This guy in Budo was my junior at Takeshi Middle School. He used to be on the Takeshi basketball team, but then he stopped playing for two years because of some things."
"You don't need to mind. He has told me before that he is coming to Xiangbei High School, and you have seen his strength. There is no back door."
When Mitsui Shou heard Miyagi asking this, he thought Miyagi was overthinking it, so he explained a little more.
"It's not that I mind, I'm just curious." Miyagi Ryota looked at Budo and couldn't help but smile on his face. He thought about the situation when he saw Budo just before. This disciple of Hisashi Mitsui, when he came to the arena, he actually Saying "I'm not very good at fighting, I'll join a group." This act of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger really made the seniors in northern Hunan suffer a lot.
"Miyagi, there's no need to call me Jinguji-san from now on, that's too foreign."
"We will all be teammates from now on, you can just call me Martial Arts."
"Kakuda, let me call you that now. You can just call me Martial Arts from now on. Be more affectionate."
Budou said to Miyagi and Tsunoda while taking off his clothes and changing into training clothes.
"Okay, then you can just call me Liangtian from now on."
Miyagi's curiosity was satisfied, and when he heard Budo's words, he nodded in response. Although he only met Budo for the first time today, after playing a game together, Miyagi really felt that his relationship with Budo and Tsunoda had become much closer, so he did not object to such a title.
Jinguji Budo quickly changed his clothes. The yellow training clothes fit him well. After all, they were a vest and shorts. Even though Mitsui Hisashi customized them according to the body shape of the third grade of Budo Junior High School, they still fit him well. Will not appear small.
After the few people changed into their training clothes, they returned to the gym together. When the four of them returned to the gym, Takenori Akagi was leading the Shohoku players to do warm-up activities, and Hisashi Mitsui directly joined in with Budo and others. Get ready to go in the active queue.
"Shohoku High School!"
"I didn't expect that one day I would actually come to this school and join the school's basketball team."
"Although Sakuragi Hanamichi and Rukawa Kaede have not come to Shohoku yet, there are already familiar partners in this team!"
Wu Dao followed the team's preparations absentmindedly, looking left and right. Although it was not the first time he came to this arena, at that time he was just a guest who sneaked in. From now on, he is this The owner of the arena.
The morning training program in Xiangbei is physical training, and the main subjects are sprint running and full-court layups. It's not a high-end training subject, it focuses on the players' fundamentals.
This kind of training arrangement is actually related to the coaching characteristics of coach Anxi. This former national player focuses most on the players' foundation.
The boring training did not dampen the enthusiasm of martial arts. On the contrary, practicing with these people in Xiangbei made martial arts very enjoyable.
The formal morning training in Xiangbei is not long, only one and a half hours in the morning. After the training, the martial artist changed back to his regular clothes and walked through the corridor to the teaching building.
His class is once a year and is on the first floor of the teaching building. Following the corridor, Martial Arts quickly found his class. When he pushed the door in, the class was already full of people, and the only vacant seat was a seat in front of the podium table.
On the podium, there were piles of new books, and a short old man with eyes was distributing textbooks to the students.
"Hello, teacher~" Wu Dao stood at the door, knocked gently, and greeted the old man.
"You are... Jinguji Martial Arts, right?" The old man turned to look at Jinguji Martial Arts, pushed up his glasses, and said affirmatively.
It's getting late now. If today is not the first day of school, the first class would normally have started at this time.
Budo chatted with Hisashi Mitsui for a while at the end of the team's training, which took some time, and it took some time to find the classroom for the first time, so he was already a little late when he came to this classroom.
At this moment, the teacher had already called the roll, and he knew who was missing.
"Yes." Wu Dao nodded. When looking at the teacher, he did not forget to scan the other students in the class with the corner of his eyes.
As a freshman, you are always curious about who your classmates are.
Soon, a girl came into Martial Arts' sight. It was a girl sitting in the second row. She had a dark face and slightly thick lips, but her facial features were very delicate and coordinated, and she was very beautiful.
She has long curly hair, and although she is wearing a student uniform, she gives off a fashionable and sexy look, not like a high school student at all. Inoue Ayako's attention was not focused on the teacher who was handing out books on the podium. Instead, she tilted her head slightly and looked out the window.
"Ayako Inoue? Are you in the same class as me?"
Budo recognized the other person at a glance. When he saw the other person, Budo's attention was directly attracted to him. It was not because of how good-looking or attractive the other person was, but simply because the other person was Ayako Inoue, someone whom Budo was familiar with.
What I didn't notice was that when Budo was staring at Ayako Inoue, there was a beautiful girl at the back of the class, her mouth was slightly pursed, and she was staring at Budo with a sullen expression.
The girl's hands were flat on the desk, her fists clenched tightly, as if she would strike hard in the next second.
"Jinguji Martial Arts Student, this desk is yours. Move the desk and sit over there."
The little old man on the podium pointed to the empty table not far in front of him, then pointed to the corner at the back of the classroom by the window, and said to Martial Arts.
"As expected, we are in the last row of the class again!"
"There are many advantages to being tall, but there are also disadvantages!"
Budao sighed secretly in his heart, looked away from Cai Zi, nodded silently, walked into the classroom, picked up the empty table, and walked towards the back of the class.
He was not dissatisfied with the teacher's arrangement. There was nothing he could do about it. After all, given his height, if he sat in the front row, the students behind him would not even be able to see the blackboard.
"Eh? Takako? Are you in this class too?" Wu Dao moved the small table towards the back of the class. Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in his eyes. Takako Fujima is actually a student in this class, and she is sitting in the last row by the window.
"..."
"snort!"
Fujima Takako did not respond to Budao, but silently raised his head, snorted softly, glanced at Budao coldly, then lowered his head and ignored Budao.
"???"
"What's wrong with her? Are relatives here?"
Budo was very surprised by Fujima Takako's attitude. He moved the table and put it down behind Fujima Takako. He put the bag in his hand on the table, went to the front again and moved the stool back, and then sat down on the seat.
Looking at Takako Fujima's back, Budao scratched his head, not knowing why.
Ever since he became apprentice to Shinichi Fujima, he and Takako Fujima have met frequently. Takako Fujima and Martial Arts are the same age. They are peers and both practice judo. Naturally, they have a lot of exchanges. Their relationship is also Not bad, at least that's what Martial Arts thinks.
However, Budo didn't expect that when he saw Takako Fujima today, he would act as if he didn't know him.
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After Wu Dao sat down on the seat, the teacher continued to hand out books, and the students under the podium communicated in low voices. Not long after school started, some students who were good at socializing had already found new friends.
"Takako, Takako?" Martial Arts wondered why Fujima Takako's attitude was so cold. He couldn't help but poke Takako Fujima's back gently, wanting to ask what was wrong.
However, no matter how much Bu Dao poked him, Fujima Takako seemed to have no feeling and just refused to turn around and pay attention to Bu Dao. Such an attitude made Bu Dao couldn't help but increase his intensity.
"!
! "
"what are you doing?!"
Takako Fujima, who was sitting in the front row of Martial Arts, suddenly turned his head and asked in a lowered voice. Although his voice was not loud, Martial Arts could still hear the suppressed anger in the other party's heart.
"Uh... I want to ask if you feel uncomfortable, why don't you speak?" Budao asked in a low voice when he saw Takako Fujima's face full of anger.
"Oh! Notice me now?"
"I'm not feeling uncomfortable, you don't need to worry!"
After Takako Fujima finished speaking, he quickly turned his head and ignored Martial Arts. With his angry look, Martial Arts was stunned for a moment.
"I'm going through menopause at a young age. This world is so magical." Wu Dao was speechless, sighing inwardly, dragging his chin with one hand and looking out the window.
It is spring at this time, the sun is shining brightly and the spring breeze is bringing warmth. Wu Dao sat in his seat, narrowed his eyes slightly, and felt the campus scenery that he had been fascinated by for a long time.
...
There were no classes on the first day of school. After handing out the books, the little old man briefly explained the school's rules and curriculum, and then announced that the students would be free to move around.
It is said to be a free activity, but it actually allows the freshmen time to choose and find the clubs they want to join. On the first day of school, this is the most important thing for the freshmen.
As soon as get out of class was over, Jinguji Budo picked up his backpack and quickly left the classroom, heading towards the gym.
Takako Fujima, who was sitting in front of Budo, was about to say something to Budo when get out of class was over. When he turned his head, he only saw the back of Budo leaving the classroom.
"That bastard, he escaped so fast?!"
...
The recruiting work for the Shohoku basketball team is proceeding in an orderly manner. When Budo came to the gym, he found that Mitsui Hisashi and Akagi were busy recruiting new members, and training was not carried out.
The Xiangbei players who came to the arena were all playing three-on-three games with nothing to do.
"Seniors, add one more, add one more!"
Seeing that no one was training, Wu Dao saw the seniors playing in the game. He smiled and ran over to say hello and wanted to play together. However, this time, his request was ruthlessly rejected.
"It's full, no more people."
"Go, go, go practice on your own, no more, no more."
Although some teams had the intention of bringing martial arts with them, when they revealed such intentions, they were directly cut off by other teams.
When playing basketball, no one wants to be abused. They have already seen the abilities of martial arts.
Wu Dao, who was unable to join the three-on-three practice, could only dribble the ball idly, sighing softly as he looked at the seniors who were playing happily.
This situation did not change until the afternoon.
Hisashi Mitsui and Takenori Akagi came to this venue with a group of new team members.
"gather!"
"Next, we will conduct a practice match for freshmen! The purpose is to test the combat effectiveness of the new members, and at the same time, it is also to see if the old members have slacked off during this holiday."
"The practice match is divided into two teams, one team for the sophomores and third-year students, and one team for all the first-year students."
"The order of the players' playing will be arranged by him, Mu Mu Gongyan."
“Everyone, 15 minutes to prepare and then compete!”
Mitsui Hisashi announced to everyone. When he announced, Coach Anzai was sitting on the edge of the court, looking at the freshmen in the court.
"I can finally play a game. Seniors, please work hard!"
When Jinguji Budo heard the news that there was going to be a practice match, he suddenly became energetic. He glanced at the seniors who had previously refused him to "add one more" and smiled maliciously.
"Hmph! Boy, don't be too crazy. Half time is different from full time. Don't get tired and fall down later!" A senior student was dissatisfied and retorted after hearing Wu Dao's words.
"This time, I must make this boy look good!"
Takenori Akagi, Hisashi Mitsui, and Oishi Chiba all looked at Jinguji Martial Arts in unison, with determination in their expressions.
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