With the ball in one hand, Fuji started with a tentative attack, running at full speed with his feet and speeding into the basket from the side.

Mitsui took action immediately after observing his movements, and met him head-on in the direction of Fuji's cut.

The movements of the two crossed points in an instant, and the two figures quickly drew closer, and soon had a slight physical contact.

From the eyes, gestures, footsteps to the shaking of the body, all of them are the way the two of them fight.

"Cut," Fuji reluctantly changed hands behind him, slowing down his steps and widening the distance between himself and Mitsui, "This guy doesn't leak out at all." ”

Mitsui sensed that Fuji's first wave of attacks was blocked by himself, and the corners of his mouth outlined a confident arc, and then he stared at the opponent without relenting, and Fuji's retreating steps revealed his intention to regroup.

"If it doesn't work once, I'll do it again!" Without being ruthless, he gritted his teeth and burst into the basket again.

The extraordinary speed of the start brought a gust of wind all around.

The confrontation is like a replay of the previous scene, the only difference is that Fuji's direction of entry has changed this time.

It was precisely this rapid change of direction attack that made Mitsui stunned: "Have you already practiced the proficiency of the left and right hand dribbling to the same height?" ”

Stunned aside, Mitsui's brain almost subconsciously drove his body, and he operated with rigorous defensive behavior, moving closer to Fuji.

Fuji's sharp gaze flashed, reflecting Mitsui's movements, "I won't be stopped by the same defensive moves." ”

Thoughts crossed that moment, and the only change of trick was born.

When he got close enough to Mitsui and kept his dash forward, Fuji quickly completed the action of changing hands under his crotch and changed the movement of his feet with small movements.

Although they were already very close, and the two of them could hug each other almost half a body distance, Mitsui's eyes were shrewd and did not let go of any small movement.

"Feints?" Mitsui's guessing and response was almost instantaneous, as he was alerted that his body had already made small adjustments.

"Hmph~" Fuji smiled meaningfully at this moment.

In the next moment, Fuji's action surprised Mitsui, the action of changing hands and changing direction was just a false foreshadowing, and the real action hidden under Fuji's false shaking was actually a turn.

Mitsui's subtle footwork adjustment was also captured by Fuji's gaze, and he turned around with a starting speed that is difficult for ordinary people to react to, and suddenly twisted Mitsui away, and sprinted straight towards the basket.

After a few big strides, Fuji raised his head, raised his head, and soared into the air, his smile in mid-air seemed to be radiant.

"Got it!" Fuji shouted loudly as he made a layup pose.

"Oops, Fuji!" Miyagi, who was outside the court, did not relax, but naturally made a surprised expression behind him.

At the same moment, Fuji in mid-air also had a strange feeling, "Ahhhhh......h

"Small! Ghost! You're a hundred years early! ”

With a roar of rage, a black shadow slowly revealed a hideous face from behind him.

"Impossible!" Fuji was horrified to see Mitsui's face in mid-air that was only more than ten centimeters away from him.

"Bang!"

With a dull sound, Mitsui's arm, which suddenly came out horizontally, waved lightly in the air, and with only his fingertips, he slapped the basketball that Fuji had not had time to throw in his hand.

"Bang! Bang! Bang......"

The basketball bounced violently on the floor a few times before slowly subsided, and slowly rolled off the court.

The two who had just finished the confrontation stood under the basket and looked at each other.

"Didn't my feints fool him? No, his body movements have changed.'"

Fuji looked at Mitsui solemnly, "Well, there's only one explanation, his reflexes are too good. Also, height and length are also one of the advantages."

The body slowly began to feel hot, and Fuji pulled the collar and secretly looked at Mitsui's figure.

Mitsui's height was about 176 cm when he was a freshman in high school, and it was raised to 184 cm in his third year of high school, and it is conservatively estimated that Mitsui's height in the second year of high school is at least 180 cm. But Fuji looked at it a little and felt that there might be a little more.

In any case, it is indeed a little higher than the current rounding of only 180 cm, let's take it as a height advantage!

Combined with the tenacious defense in front, Fuji immediately felt awe of Mitsui Shou in front of him, this guy didn't look like he had been away for a year at all, whether it was consciousness, reaction or bounce, it was terrifyingly scary.

In the same way, Mitsui also has a new perspective on Fuji, "The thinking, offense, and adaptability are all very good, and the proficiency of two-handed dribbling is very high, even if you don't talk about the performance of Fuji in the game that you have seen with your own eyes, just saying that the one or two hands that are showing now are not something that anyone can do, let alone a beginner who has not been in contact with basketball for less than three months."

"Genius!" Mitsui wiped the sweat from his cheeks, and looked at Fuji with a slight gaze, "You can't be careless, if you don't do it, you will be planted in the hands of this first-year ghost." ”

"Isn't it two?"

"......" Mitsui's sudden softening momentum made Fujiichi unable to react for a while, but Mitsui obviously still had something to say.

"It's nothing, it's my turn to attack next." Mitsui said, "I won't give you a chance, I will beat you with one goal." ”

Fuji looked straight and thought to himself, "Be wary of his surprise three-point shot."

So, in Mitsui's offensive round, Fuji took the initiative to meet Mitsui, and posted it as soon as possible, not giving Mitsui a chance to shoot three points.

"Sticker? Is it to prevent me from shooting threes? This kid knows me so well!'

Fuji's slimy defensive stance made Mitsui feel a little tricky, protecting the ball and dodging left and right around the pivot foot. Then lower the center of gravity and dribble the ball a little distance.

"I really can't relax a little, otherwise, maybe I will really be planted in the hands of this little ghost. Even if I have a gap of one year, I don't want to lose to a first-year beginner!"

In the end, like Fuji, he broke into the basket with a hard head. On the contrary, this is the way Fuji is happy to see it happen, and compared to Mitsui's terrible three-point accuracy, Fuji prefers to look for flaws in the way of layups.

"My God, these two people are obviously shooters, but they both choose to use layups to compete with each other." Off the field, Takao couldn't help but start complaining.

"Huh!" The person next to him also laughed wordlessly