At the exit of the airport, Jinguji Budo, who had just walked out of the airport, stretched his waist and breathed in the car exhaust on the old American road. A familiar feeling arose in his heart.
At the exit, there are cars coming and going to pick up the airport. The "prosperous" atmosphere is exactly the same as that of China in later generations. In fact, the smell of the exhaust is purer than that of China.
"Hi! Wu!" Just when Jinguji Budo and others were about to find a taxi to go to Oak Hill School, he heard a long-lost shout. The American-Chinese voice was too obvious in such an environment.
Turning his head to look, Wu Dao saw a blond middle-aged man wearing a gray suit running quickly towards Wu Dao.
"Martial? What is that?" Fujima Takako stood next to Budo, holding Budo's hand, turning his head towards Budo and asked strangely.
"My name is Martial Arts!"
Budo said with a smile, and without explaining too much to Fujima Takako, he rushed towards the middle-aged man who was trotting over. Coach Steve Smith came alone today. Unlike the first time Wu Dao met him here, today he did not bring his two bodyguards.
"Coach Smith, long time no see!"
Quickly arriving in front of Coach Smith, Wu Dao gave him a big hug. Wu Dao's arms directly covered the tall Coach Smith in his arms, giving people the feeling like a bear hugging a human being.
Such a wonderful scene is really rare, and the old and beautiful people around him looked sideways at Martial Arts.
In this era, yellow people are not uncommon in the United States, but they are basically concentrated in Chinese gathering places like Chinatown, and yellow people are generally not as tall as Europeans and Americans.
Before China's economy officially took off, the average height in East Asia was far lower than that in Europe and the United States.
People like Wu Dao are rare even in Europe and the United States.
"Oh! You're getting stronger again!"
"It seems that even in Asia, you haven't relaxed your exercise."
"After a period of adapting to the intensity of the competition here, you will soon be able to serve as the main attacker at Oak Hill High School!"
"Wu, you won't go back this time, right?"
Steve Smith held Wu Dao's waist and tried to hug Wu Dao affectionately. However, he couldn't hold him at all. After pinching Martial Arts' waist, abdomen and arms, Coach Steve Smith praised him in surprise.
Then he seemed to have thought of something, punched Wu Dao lightly on the chest, and asked with a smile.
"Well, this time, if I don't achieve results, I will never leave the United States!"
Wu Dao clenched his right fist and said to coach Steve Smith. After speaking, Wu Dao paused, then continued with a smile:
"Coach Smith, I think I don't need a period of adaptation, I can be the main attacker of Oak Hill College immediately!"
Budao looked confident. Seeing Budao's smile, a mysterious smile appeared on Coach Smith's face. He lowered his head and looked at his watch. Without answering, he turned to look at Takako Fujima who came with Budao. and Fujima Shinichi and others.
"Are these the companions who came with you?"
Coach Smith was very kind and friendly. After a brief reminiscing about martial arts, he immediately greeted Shinichi Fujima.
Without waiting for Budo to introduce, Shinichi Fujima smiled and held Coach Smith's hand, thanking him:
"Steve Smith, right? Hello, I'm Shinichi Fujima, and this is my daughter, Shinichi Fujima."
"Thank you for your help to our family and martial arts."
Surprisingly, Shinichi Fujima was able to understand what Coach Smith said. Although his English pronunciation had a strong "Showa" flavor, it did not prevent Smith from understanding it.
"Oh!"
“Your English is so good!”
Coach Smith was also a little surprised when he held Fujima Shinichi's hand and praised him. Takako, who was standing next to Shinichi Fujima, also bowed to Coach Smith.
"very nice!"
"If there is no language problem, I think you should be able to integrate into the life here soon."
"Okay, don't be polite, let's go to school first."
"It's a long way from the airport to school."
"Hurry, hurry, if we go there now, we can still catch a game."
With that said, coach Steve Smith pulled Fujima Shinichi and walked towards the car parked on the side of the road. When he came to Budao's side, he enthusiastically helped Budao carry his luggage.
Facing the enthusiastic coach Steve Smith, Takako Fujima and Shinichi Fujima couldn't help but look at each other. This was the first time they had seen such an approachable American.
It's not like they haven't seen foreigners before. People from European and American countries who travel to Asian countries will naturally bring their own sense of superiority with them.
Maybe this is the pride of the "Lighthouse Country", and I don't know what Steve Smith's expression would look like if he knew that they, the United States, would have to choose between unhappy and mindless presidents in the future.
Steve Smith drove himself here, a "heavy" Jeep. The trunk was empty, and there was even a faint smell of detergent. It could be seen that coach Steve Smith had made careful preparations for the pick-up of the martial arts.
After stacking the luggage, Steve Smith pointed to the co-pilot and said to Wu Dao: "Wu, you sit here."
"I borrowed this car specifically to match your height!"
With that said, Coach Smith left the co-pilot, and Budo came to Shinichi Fujima's side with a smile and motioned to the co-pilot, but Shinichi smiled and patted Budo on the shoulder, laughing and scolding:
"Why are you so outspoken?"
"I didn't see you holding less than two bowls of rice when we were eating at my house!"
Budo was pushed in the direction of the passenger seat by Shinichi. Hearing Shinichi's ridicule, he couldn't help but defend himself: "It's different. When I go out, I can't make people think that I'm not big or small."
"It affected my image in front of Coach Smith."
Budo and Shinichi communicated in English. Coach Smith, who entered the car, stuck his head out and urged: "Hurry, get in the car quickly, it's too late!"
While talking, Wu Dao and others got into the car one after another. Smith hit the accelerator and drove directly out of the airport road.
"Coach Smith, why are you in such a hurry? I heard you said before that there will be a practice match in the afternoon?"
"It's just a practice match. Do you, the great head coach, need to be here in person? The opponent is very powerful?"
On the way to Oak Hill High School, the bored Budao was tired of looking at the scenery outside the window. He remembered what Coach Smith said when he was at the airport and asked Coach Smith.
While the two were chatting, the Fujima family was looking around curiously. Their eyes were full of novelty about the bustling city.
However, there is only a short section of downtown along the road to Oak Hill High School, and the novelty of the Fujima family soon disappeared.
Bustling cities have no attraction for martial arts. To compare the beauty of the 1990s with the Chinese country of later generations, we have to look back.
“The opponents we played against today were pretty tough.”
"Lower Merion High School in Pennsylvania, their main player, is named Kobe Bryant."
"He played in Italy before, and he came to the United States when he was in high school."
"But in a short period of time, he led the team to an outstanding record."
"His father is a professional basketball player in the Italian League. He has a solid foundation and strong personal ability."
"In my opinion, he is the strongest high school student I have ever seen!"
Coach Smith talked to Wu Dao about this afternoon's practice match. When he heard the familiar yet unfamiliar name from Coach Smith's mouth, Wu Dao was stunned for a moment.
"Kobe Bryant!"
What does this feel like? A second ago, he was playing with people like Sakuragi Hanamichi and Rukawa Kaede. After sleeping on the plane, he heard that the team he was going to join was going to play against Kobe Bryant?
This feeling is so wonderful and so unreal.
"The strongest high school student?"
Before Budo could react, Takako Fujima in the back seat let out a low cry. The title of the strongest high school student has always been used to describe martial arts in Neon.
"Is it stronger than Budo!?" Fujima Takako asked innocently. Based on her knowledge, Budo is the strongest high school player he knows. For Budo, Fujima Takako has a kind of blind worship in his heart.
Hearing Fujima Takako's innocent words, Budo couldn't help but laugh, and couldn't help but say:
"Longzi, the level of one place is different from the level of another place."
"The strongest high school student in judo in the United States may not become the strongest even if he goes to Neon."
"It's the same thing the other way around."
"I still have a long way to go."
Wu Dao's words were modest. Coach Smith on the cab smiled and encouraged, "Wu Dao, don't be so pessimistic."
"Your talent is definitely at the top of the high school basketball world."
"I think as long as you train well in the next period of time, you will definitely not be weaker than those guys."
"Oh, by the way, since you disappeared from high school basketball for a year, your All-American high school rating fell off the list."
When Coach Smith said this, he did not show any distressed expression on his face. For high school students, things like rankings are important whether they are important or not.
It's important because most of the players who can enter the NBA were on the list in high school.
It's not important because not the high school students at the top of the list can definitely enter the NBA. I don't know how many "first high school students in the United States" died midway and failed to play in higher-level leagues.
There are also many high school students who were unknown in high school. After entering college, they made rapid progress and gained attention from the NBA through the NCAA.
"Our team is a little different this year. There are many talented new players joining the team."
"I hope you can live in harmony with them."
"When you get to Oak Hill, you'll be a sophomore in high school, and then like other students, you'll be a senior in high school before entering college."
"I'll find a good school for you."
"By the way, Duke University came to see me some time ago and seems to be quite concerned about you."
Along the way, Coach Smith and Budo talked about the transformation of Oak Hill High School during this period. They talked about how many outstanding assistants and trainers Oak Hill High School had hired this year, and how many talented players they had discovered.
There is endless talk between him and martial arts.
Wu Dao also listened quietly and began to look forward to his future high school life.
Coach Smith's jeep was driving very fast. A few hours later, the groggy Budao heard Coach Smith's shouts. After getting out of the car, he saw Coach Smith explaining things to a middle-aged woman.
"Let's go, Wu, don't put your things away, I'll take you back to the dormitory later."
"Mr. Fujima, Mrs. Fujima and Miss Fujima. This is Teacher Juliet. She will take you to the dormitory. You need to apply for admission first."
Although high schools in the United States are currently on holiday, Oak Hill High School is a private school. The basketball team rarely has long holidays except for Christmas, and other public officials are basically on standby. They rest at home when nothing happens, but they still come when something happens. School office.
In the school, there are also many students who did not go home during the holidays and chose to live in the dormitories.
After bidding farewell to the Fujima family for the time being, Budo was hurriedly taken to the gym by Coach Smith.
When they arrived at the arena, the game between Oak Hill College and Lower Merion High School had just started. Oak Hill had three white and two black players, while Lower Merion High School had all black players.
"Um?"
"Lower Merion High School looks very weak."
"It doesn't seem very strong."
Coach Smith, who entered the gym, glanced at the court and said with some surprise. Players at Lower Merion High School are generally of average height. Except for Kobe Bryant, who has curly black hair, and the center, who is pretty tall, the heights of other positions are about the same as those of ordinary high school students. No two.
When Budao and the others entered the field, the score between the two teams was still 4:6, and the offensive ball went to Lower Merion High School, which was lagging behind.
Their black back quickly dribbled the ball from the backcourt into the frontcourt and quickly gave the ball to Kobe, who was backing the basket in the middle distance.
"A striker?" Wu Dao's eyes quickly swept among the players, and his eyes immediately fell on Kobe.
It wasn't because he was handsome or because he was eye-catching, it was just because the basketball fell into his hands at this time. At the same time, Wu Dao also recognized this Kobe with hair.
"Number 33."
Looking at the opponent's number, Budo followed Coach Smith to the bench on the sidelines. Several of the Oak Hill High School players were old players. They recognized Wu Dao, greeted Wu Dao with a smile, and then gave up their seats for Wu Dao.
Wu Dao was not polite and sat down naturally, as if he had never left Oak Hill High School.
The other new players on the team looked at the big man next to Coach Smith, and whispered to their friends around them about the yellow man's background.
Knowing that martial arts came from a small country like Neon, the new team members couldn't hide their contempt on their faces.
In the court, the moment the basketball came into play, Kobe turned around quickly, passed the defender with a sudden move, and directly inserted into the basket. Then, under the defense of the Oak Hill center, he used a reverse pull rod to send the ball out.
“ohhhh!!!”
The extremely unreasonable shooting posture made the students watching the ball around couldn't help but let out a low cry.
And in the next second, the basketball directly wiped the board and fell into the net, making a crisp sound. A wonderful goal, but the courtside was extremely quiet. The students of Oak Hill did not applaud Kobe, and even some good people booed.
Faced with such "home pressure", the young Mamba's face was very dull, and he even had time to look at the side of the court.
When he saw an extra tall man in the Oak Hill team, Kobe raised his eyebrows and glanced at Wu Dao.
Just yellow people.
Nothing can be changed.
This expedition will definitely kill Oak Hill High School!
