There was no suspense in the match between Lingnan High School and Wuyuan. Wuyuan was able to reach the semi-finals because it benefited from the grouping bonus. There was no outstanding team in their group. In terms of team strength, Wuyuan is at best a top eight team in the county competition, and it is also in the middle of the pack among the top eight in the county competition.
The opponent against Wuyuan is Lingnan High School, which owns Sendō, Uozumi and Shinomiya Tanano. The difference in hard power between the two teams is too much. In the middle of the first half, the score difference between the two teams It has been expanded to 20 points.
31:10.
The game only lasted ten minutes, and the result of the game was already announced in advance.
"Except for the improvement in that guy's physical fitness, nothing else can be seen."
"Sure enough, Wuyuan is still too weak. There is no way to force Lingnan to use his full strength."
"You have to wait until the official match to know how much progress Lingnan has made during this period."
Jinguji Budo stood on the edge of the stands, holding the railings with both hands, watching the game on the field, and thought to himself. Martial Arts had actually predicted the outcome of the match. He came back to watch the match mainly to see if there was anything else hidden in Lingnan.
After all, in the previous game between them and Hainan, Hainan did not fight for their lives at all. The two teams could be said to have hit the mark, and neither side showed 100% of their strength.
"Hanamichi, I'll be at the same place tomorrow evening. Then I'll bring a friend over to introduce you to him."
"If you practice alone without an opponent, your progress will be too slow."
Wu Dao knew that there was no way to see the depth of Ling Nan in this game, so he had no intention of continuing to watch. To be honest, Wu Yuan played a bit ugly, and it was a bit boring to watch the crushing game. Before leaving, Budo said something to Sakuragi Hanamichi, and then left the stands.
"opponent?"
"Do you want any opponent for practice?" Sakuragi Hanamichi looked at Budo's leaving figure, scratched his head, and asked the people around him in confusion. Yangping and others also shook their heads, obviously not knowing what the martial arts plan was.
...
When Budo returned to the Xiangbei lounge, Akagi and others were still sleeping. Judging from their appearance, they couldn't get up for a while. Coach Anzai was sitting on a chair in the lounge, looking down at a stack of information. .
A few members of the Shobei team were scattered on other seats, chatting quietly. When Jinguji Martial Arts came in, they all nodded towards Martial Arts as a greeting.
Coach Anxi heard the noise, raised his head and saw that it was Jinguji Martial Arts. He pushed up his glasses, smiled and waved to Martial Arts.
"Coach." Budao greeted Coach Anxi when he saw him, and walked up to him. While saying hello, he curiously looked at the information in Coach Anxi's hand.
"Martial arts, after today's match, we in Xiangbei have officially entered the national competition."
"I asked my good friends to help me collect these. At this stage, they come from all teams across the country that have confirmed their qualification."
"I called you here because I want you to see the information about these teams that may become opponents."
Coach Anxi said as he clicked a few pieces of information from his hand and gave them to Jinguji Martial Arts. Only then did Budao realize that the pile of information held by Coach Anxi was not just one copy, but multiple copies. Obviously, Budao was not the only one who needed to read the information.
"Okay." Wu Dao nodded, took the information and found an empty seat to sit down. Before flipping through the information, Wu Dao raised his head and glanced at Coach Anxi. After Coach Anxi gave the information to Martial Arts, he lowered his head and looked at it again, looking extremely serious.
"Coach Anxi, what a big change." Wu Dao sighed softly in his heart. Today's coach Anxi is a little concerned about the team's affairs, but Budo knows what coach Anxi should be like, and being free has been Coach Anxi's consistent coaching style since entering high school.
Asking friends to collect information would not be done until Coach Anzai met Sanno Industries.
Thinking of this, Budo shook his head and flipped through the information in his hand. Several prefectures had completed the prefecture selection. The qualifying teams from places like Gunma, Nara, and Okinawa were all listed on the information. I probably looked through it. , Martial Arts did not see any familiar teams, Akita’s Sanno Industries, Osaka’s Toyotama High School, and the two teams from Aichi were nowhere to be seen.
It seems that the selection has not been completed in these regions.
A small stack of information, Wu Dao flipped through it and stuffed it into his bag. Although they were all strong teams in the country, Wu Dao really couldn't arouse much interest.
He briefly glanced at the player information and found that the defenders generally did not exceed 180cm, and only a few centers exceeded 190cm, and a few were close to two meters. Even if you don't have to watch the games of those players, just looking at the physical fitness of those players, martial arts will no longer arouse interest.
His own height has reached 195cm. No matter how good the opponent is, it will be very difficult to defend him if he is not even 180cm tall. It can be said that among the pile of information given by Coach Anzai, no one is an opponent of Jinguji Martial Arts.
"Um?"
"Martial arts, have you finished reading?"
Coach Anxi apparently heard the sound of Budo stuffing information into his bag, raised his head, looked at Budo, and asked.
"After a general glance, there are no worthy opponents."
Martial Arts did not offend Coach Anxi and directly expressed his thoughts. After hearing this, Coach Anxi pushed up his glasses and stared at Jinguji Martial Arts for a long time, with a mellow smile appearing on his face.
"Hoo ho ho."
"Indeed, if it were you, there really would be no decent opponents among those teams!"
"In the next game against Lingnan High School, we in Xiangbei won't use tactics and let you play alone. What do you think? Martial arts."
Coach Anxi gathered the information in his hand, placed it on the small table beside him, and suddenly asked Martial Arts.
"Huh? What do you mean?" Wu Dao was stunned when he heard this, not understanding what Coach Anxi meant.
"That's what it means literally. I decided to hand the ball to you for singles in the next game with Lingnan. As for whether to pass the ball, it's up to you."
"In the first and second half, the ball was controlled by you and Hisashi Mitsui."
"I want to see where your two limits are."
"Only in this way can I reasonably arrange the playing time for the two of you in the national competition."
"The national competition is not a county competition. The back-to-back competition format is destined that teams like ours in Xiangbei will not go far, but I am not willing to accept it. I hope that Xiangbei can go further and even win the championship. For this, it is necessary to pay something. "
Coach Anxi said, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the small table. While Coach Anxi was talking to Martial Arts, the Xiangbei team members stopped talking. They all looked here and listened carefully with their ears raised. With. After Coach Anxi finished speaking, the lounge fell into silence, except for Akagi's subtle snoring, which sounded rhythmically.
After a long time, Wu Dao asked: "Does it have to be during the match with Lingnan? Can't we have a practice match with Lingnan after the match?"
Coach Anxi shook his head when he heard this and said: "A practice match is just a practice match after all."
Budo frowned when he heard this. He also understood what Coach Anzai meant. He wanted to confirm the depth of Mitsui Hisahi and himself. Only by knowing where the players' limits are can they make reasonable arrangements during the game.
But if we follow Coach Anzai's strategy of Mitsui Hisashi and Budo each playing half a game, the winning rate against Lingnan will be almost zero. That opponent cannot be easily dealt with. Implementing Coach Anzai's arrangements means that Shohoku will lose the chance to win the Kanagawa Prefecture Championship.
"..."
"good!"
Wu Dao thought for a long time and nodded in agreement. Regardless of whether they win or lose in the competition between Xiangbei and Lingnan, they have already qualified. In order to go further in the national competition, it is not unacceptable to pay some price at this stage.
Moreover, even with this style of play, Xiangbei is not without a chance!
"At the end of the day, it depends on whether the two guys from Lingnan will take the bait. As long as they take the bait, they still have a chance to win the championship." Budao thought in his heart and looked at Mitsui Shou who was sleeping soundly.
.....
The game between Xiangbei High School and Lingnan High School is three days later, and after the game between Xiangbei and Hainan, Xiangbei High School has officially entered the summer vacation.
After defeating Hainan, coach Anxi gave the players a day off. The relaxed and moderate arrangement allows the Xiangbei team members to have sufficient time to rest.
But early in the morning, Jinguji Budo came to the arena in Shohoku alone and started his training today.
As the summer vacation approaches, the campus is empty, not a soul is around. Wu Dao didn't close the door after arriving at the arena. Anyway, no one would bother him at this time, so he left the door open to let in some air.
Outside the arena, the breeze blew the small trees on the roadside, making a soft rustling sound. The sun was neither hot nor dry, and the light shone through the windows on the east side of the arena and shone into the arena.
In late June, the temperature in Kanagawa was not very high.
In the arena, Jinguji Budo stood outside the three-point line in the bottom corner and shot directly. As the basketball flew out of his hands, Wu Dao quickly ran towards the basket.
"Whoa!" After a soft sound, the basketball hit the net. Not long after, Wu Dao came to the basket, picked up the basketball, and ran towards the diagonal three-point line. After arriving at the position, he did not make any unnecessary movements and just held on. The ball turned around, quickly shot backwards, and then ran towards the basket. And so on.
The training of three-pointers requires a combination of movement and stillness. Silly open shots can only barely guarantee one's competitive status, but it is unclear how much training effect it can achieve. Some people are very accurate in opening positions after practicing this way, but once someone defends them, they immediately lose their hips. Or once the game is over, there is no way to switch from running state to shooting state, and all accuracy is lost.
Only the self-shooting and self-picking three-point fast shooting practice can restore the game environment to the greatest extent and truly achieve the training effect.
Of course, the training effect will be better if there is someone to defend, and such training is very energy-consuming.
After throwing twenty balls, fine beads of sweat appeared on Jinguji Budo's face.
"In just 90 seconds, I made 16 of 20 three-pointers. The results are so-so!"
After Jinguji Budo shot the twentieth ball, he immediately glanced at the clock. Just one and a half minutes had passed. He muttered to himself and started dribbling. Suddenly, a sound came out in his mind. The soft sound instantly attracted Martial Arts' attention.
"this is...."
Jinguji Budo brought up his system panel after a long absence and checked the personal information on it. He almost forgot the last time he opened the system panel.
"Jinguji Martial Arts, height 195.8cm, weight 85kg, strength: high school A level, agility: high school S level, physical coordination: S level."
"Destiny: Nothing special, the original intention is eternal, and the countdown is the last shot."
"Daily tasks."
"Please complete 200 push-ups, 150 crunches, 300 squats, and run 15KM before 00.00 at night."
"Task reward: Strain recovery potion! (Eliminate fatigue and feel relaxed!)"
"Martial Arts: Golden Bell Cover and Iron Cloth Shirt (specialized in defeating the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms), level max."
Jinguji Budo opened his attribute panel and scanned it. The first thing he saw was the two golden S-level ratings on the attribute bar. Before that, his agility and physical coordination scores had not reached S-level. Moreover, Martial Arts also discovered that there was an extra red entry in the column of destiny.
"Countdown to kill?!"
"what is this?"
Martial Arts glanced at the extra entry on the Destiny column, and then his eyes fell on the Martial Arts column. The level of the Iron Cloth Shirt with Golden Bell Cover, which had always been level 1, became MAX. He didn't even know this. How does the gadget get upgraded?
"I got this so-called hang-up until now, and I still haven't figured out what it does. When it comes to martial arts, I'm also practicing judo. After practicing for so long, I don't have many skills."
"Except for giving me a potion every day, which is somewhat useful, the rest is really useless."
"Now there is an inexplicable destiny of 'countdown kill'. Is this really a martial arts system?!"
Jinguji Martial Arts turned off his panel and pondered in his heart. Thinking of this, Martial Arts suddenly froze.
"Super Martial Arts... Is this martial arts not meant for martial arts training?!" Although Martial Arts had some conjectures in his mind, when he saw the "Martial Arts" column, he couldn't help shaking his head and laughing, secretly sighing that he thought too much.
Ignoring this incomprehensible system, I continued my training after taking a short break in martial arts.
Jinguji Budo, who was immersed in training, didn't even notice the passage of time. After completing a set of three-point rapid fire, Wu Dao placed several obstacles on the ground and began to practice the steps to attack with the ball, changes of direction, emergency stop jumpers, etc. Although there are various types of training, there are only two focus points, namely footwork and shooting.
These two are Wu Daoli's weapons on the court. Without either of them, he will not be able to gain a foothold on the court.
"This...this jump shot, such a beautiful gesture!"
Unbeknownst to Jinguji Martial Arts, while he was immersed in training, a camera had been set up at the door for nearly ten minutes. The scene of Jinguji martial arts training suddenly stopping and leaning back was captured. And as Wu Dao scored the ball again with another shot, the person behind the camera finally couldn't help but sigh in admiration.
"Who?!" Wu Dao heard the sound at the door, frowned slightly, and turned to look out the door.
"Hello, I am a sports reporter for Basketball Weekly. My name is Aida Yayoi."
"You are from Jinguji Martial Arts in Shobei, right? I've seen you on the field, can I interview you?!"
While talking, a beautiful young woman walked out of the door. She had fair skin, a delicate face, short black hair, a shirt and trousers, and looked like a professional woman.
Behind Yayoi Aida, there was a young man carrying a camera with a yellow armband on his arm. He did not stop filming when Yayoi Aida was talking.
"Reporter?! Of course it's okay to be interviewed, but can you please delete the photos you took before?"
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