"The search for the search is lost in silence."

"I can't find any memories."

“……”

"A lifetime of the past."

"Your abandonment bit by bit."

“.......”

The gramophone was playing at this time, and it was Andy's song, Andy, the favorite idol of her martial arts mother, who even loved her own Kimura Liangzai.

One of the most regrettable things in the life of Wudao's mother is that she was not able to marry Andy.

Of course, many women may have such regrets. And the proudest thing in her life is that she gave birth to a son who is three points more handsome than Andy.

Music was playing in the living room, Wu Dao was practicing dribbling in the yard with a basketball at the moment, he already had a clear goal, he wanted to continue the path he had given up before!

Wudao's parents went to the company after picking him up and being discharged from the hospital, although the company of martial arts is very large, but now it is still on the rise, and it is very busy every day. And Jinguji Xiangli is also different from the ordinary neon woman who is a full-time wife, but holds an important position in the martial arts company.

Jinguji martial arts grew up in such an environment.,Although his parents love him enough.,But they're busy with their own things.,The lack of parental education.,Developed a martial arts introverted character.,When I was in elementary school,,There wasn't much communication with classmates.,There's no playmate with a good relationship.。

And when Wu Dao tastes loneliness alone at home, basketball is his means of relieving loneliness.

Jinguji Martial Arts has just entered the first grade of junior high school, and he has played basketball for three or four years, and he has some foundation, but he has always played basketball, and he has always been alone, and the elementary school he went to before did not have a basketball team.

Takeshi dribbled the ball in the courtyard, frowning.

I don't know why, the martial arts who have crossed over always feel that there is an invisible film between his hands and the basketball, and there is always a feeling of twisting when dribbling and shooting.

With a height of 184.7cm and a weight of 65kg, Martial Arts looks a little thin, but with such a tall and thin body, Martial Dao's speed and agility are not bad.

"Although my body has lost a little weight, my height is quite good, and my family conditions are good, so I have a chance to realize my dream!"

Wu Dao dribbled the ball on the court at home, adapting to today's body, trying to regain the sense of the ball, he also tried to impact the youth training in high school, if it weren't for his physical limitations, he might be able to jump to a higher level of basketball, if the development went well, he might be able to eat the bowl of basketball back then.

Instead of finding another way to engage in the industry you like, and become a ----- referee that everyone shouts at.

The practice of martial arts began after he returned home, and he didn't need to go to school for the time being, so he started practicing with nothing to do.

Before you know it, it's getting dark.

The setting sun crossed the courtyard wall, staining the ground red, elongating the reflection of the martial arts.

On the small court, Wu Dao looked at the basket and gently slapped the basketball, sweat had soaked through his clothes, and the breeze came slowly, sending a little coolness.

"Whew!"

"Bell!"

......

At night, the lights are on.

Wudao's parents have gone home from work, and the couple entered the door together, and with them, there was a middle-aged man with a polite manner.

"Martial arts, don't practice yet, come over quickly!"

Wu Gong just walked into the house, and he heard the movement in the courtyard, and he didn't know that he thought that there was a blacksmith in his house who was striking iron.

greeted Wu Dao, and Wu Gong chatted with the polite middle-aged man beside him.

"Youming, you go and sit on the sofa for a while, I got a batch of good tea some time ago, I have to ask you to give me a taste."

After Martial Dao's father greeted Martial Arts, he led the middle-aged man who had taken off his shoes to the living room, invited the other party to sit down, and then handed a look to Martial Arts's mother.

The other party understood, put down the bag and walked into the bedroom, and not long after, he walked out with a beautifully packaged tea box and gave it to his martial arts father.

"Oh! Brother Wugong, you are too polite. ”

The middle-aged man seemed to be a little restrained, and in the face of the enthusiasm of martial arts, he seemed to be a little unaccustomed, and then thanked him in Chinese, which was not so fluent. He bowed as he spoke.

"Mom, Dad, you're back."

Wu Dao also heard the shouts of his parents at this time, stopped training, changed his shoes and walked into the living room, he was wearing a simple sportswear, but because of the long time of practice, the sweat had already soaked the clothes on his chest and back, and the short sleeves were close to Wu Dao's body, outlining his slightly thin figure.

The young man is thin, but there is a heroic spirit between his eyebrows that is not suitable for his age, sword eyebrows and starry eyes. Sweat hangs on the tips of the hair, reflecting the crystal light in the light.

What a heroic and beautiful boy! It's a little more handsome than my son!

Mitsui Tomoaki looked at the young man in front of him and admired it in his heart.

"Youming, this is my son, Martial Dao."

"Martial arts, this is your Uncle Mitsui Yuaki. He is the current general manager of the Mitsui Group and a very good friend of my father. ”

"Not only that, but the two of us also have a lot of business dealings."

"His son is also in the same school as you, so you have to say hello when you see him."

"Come, say hello to your Uncle Youming."

When Wu Gong saw his son coming out of the courtyard, he immediately stood up from the sofa and took Wu Dao's hand to introduce Mitsui Yuming.

After listening to his father's words, Wu Dao understood the identity of the man in front of him, and greeted him awkwardly in neon language: "Hello, Uncle Youming, my name is Wu Dao."

"Well, Wu Daojun, I often hear your father mention you, and this is the first time I've seen you."

"What a nice young man!"

"My son's name is Mitsui Shou, and he also attends Takeshi Middle School, he is a second grade in junior high school, if you go back to school, you can go and inquire about him."

"In the future, you can go to and from school with Ah Shou, our home is also nearby, and the two of you are on the way."

Mitsui Yuming said with a smile, but his words entered the ears of the martial arts and directly made him stunned in place.

"Mitsui Shou? Takeshi Middle School? ”

"Could it be that this world is .....?!"

Although Martial Arts accepted the information of the original owner in its entirety, there were some things that he would not take the initiative to remember if he didn't recall them, and of course he was not very impressed by the school he attended.

But at this time, when I heard the words of Tomoaki Mitsui, memories came flooding my heart like a tide.

When Martial Arts was stunned, Mitsui Yuming glanced at the small court in the courtyard, turned his head and smiled at Martial Arts and said:

"Speaking of which, Wu Daojun, I just saw you playing basketball in the yard?"

"My son also likes to play basketball, he has loved it since elementary school, and he is still a member of the basketball team of Mushi Middle School."

"Speaking of that kid, the phrase that often hangs on his lips is 'dominate the country', which is really what children say."

"Wu Daojun, if you also like to play basketball, you can join the basketball club of Wushi Middle School."

"If you go to the basketball club at your height, Mitsui will be very happy!"

Mitsui Tomoaki tilted his head slightly, looked at Martial Arts and said.

Wu Gong on the side heard his friend's praise, and immediately laughed, but quickly restrained his laughter and said modestly: "My son is not like your kid, he plays basketball just to relieve boredom, and he never joined the basketball club in elementary school." ”

"He's just a casual fighter, it's just an ordinary hobby."

"Of course, if Wu Dao joins the basketball club in the future, please take care of your children more often."

After listening to the martial arts for a long time, it was only at this time that he gradually came back to his senses, whether it was the name Mitsui Shou or Wushi Middle School, the martial arts had a deep impression in his heart.

"It turns out that I came to the world of SD!"

"That's right, the Mitsui Shou who shouted to dominate the country is definitely the one I know! I can't believe it! ”

Wu Dao touched his face, and then pinched it gently, feeling the slight pain, he realized.

And his eyes burst out with an unprecedented light.

"Thank you, Uncle Tomaki, I'll go to school tomorrow, I'll join the basketball club of Takeshi Middle School, and then I'll ask Senior Mitsui Shou to take care of me."

The unexpected arrival of Tomoaki Mitsui really brought heavy news to Martial Arts, and it also made him truly realize the world he is in now.

Listening to Martial Arts' words, a smile appeared on Wugong's face, and Mitsui Yuaki also accepted it seriously. After that, Mitsui Yuaki stayed at the martial arts house for a light meal, and then went out with the two of them.

.....

As the night deepened, Wu Dao lay on his bed, tossing and turning and unable to sleep for a long time, he never dreamed that the world he came from was actually the world of SD.

This is a world full of regrets!

"Dominate the country......

Wu Dao opened his eyes, lay on the slightly unfamiliar bed, looked at the ceiling, tossed and turned until the sky turned white, and then fell into a deep sleep.

...............