Although the contradiction between Jinguji Martial Arts and Inoue Ren Saburo did not break out immediately, the two quarrels just now still had a great impact on the first-year team.

There was no tacit understanding, and the first-year team that did not cooperate lost points again and again under the attack of the senior team.

On the offensive end, the first-year people began to work independently, and they did not cooperate with each other at all, and there were even several cases of teammates fighting for the ball.

The few times Jinguji Martial Arts occasionally got the ball had to shoot himself because of the messy running of his teammates, but he had no sense of it, and now he doesn't even have the ability to attack alone.

For a while, the court showed a one-sided trend, and the senior players were like rainbows, directly hitting a 12:0 small climax. The difference between the two teams came to 16:0. The first-year team didn't manage to score a single goal among the senior teams.

"This year's first grade, it seems that there are no particularly outstanding talents!"

On the sidelines, a man wearing the No. 4 jersey came silently behind Mitsui Shou and others, looked at the people who were playing in the field, and said.

The person who came was about 185cm tall, well-proportioned, with a Chinese face, thick eyebrows and big eyes.

Mitsui Shoumasa and his teammates commented on the first-year team members, some talking and laughing. At this time, he heard the sudden sound behind him, and turned his head to look back.

"Captain Fujii?! You're finally here, how's that? How's that school going this year?"

Mitsui Shou saw the person who was coming, and he was suddenly interested when he saw that he was a little bored watching the game, and immediately stood up to make way for the man wearing the No. 4 team uniform.

"How? What how? Fujii Masao looked at Mitsui Shou strangely and asked with a puzzled expression.

"Don't pretend, Captain, didn't you go to Yokota Middle School to investigate? How is their school's enrollment this year?! ”

"Are there any strong members of the first-year team?"

"We have players to look forward to this year!"

Mitsui Shou pierced Masao Fujii's disguise, dragged his chin and looked at the court, and there was some excitement in his tone.

"Don't worry, there are no players in the first year of Yokota Middle School who stand out."

"In this year's county competition, we will still face those old opponents!"

"This year, our martial arts training has been quite hard, and we will definitely not lose to them."

"It's the new first-year in our team, which one is more worth paying attention to? Look at the score, it's not very good! ”

While talking to Mitsui Shou and others about Yokota Middle School, Fujii Masao looked at the court and said lightly.

"Look at the one who wears a sweatshirt and doesn't wear a jersey, it's called Jinguji Martial Arts, first grade."

"So far, Chiba Oishi has only scored two points on that kid!"

At Mitsui Shou's signal, Fujii Masao's eyes were looking at the body of Jinguji Martial Arts, who was advancing with the ball, and his face showed a little interest.

"Jinguji martial arts? Such a rare surname, how long has this kid been playing? Fujii Masao looked at Jinguji Martial Arts in the field and asked.

It was at this moment that the Jinguji Martial Arts in the field faced the defense, simply made a tentative step, seized the opponent's hesitant gap and started instantly, and in a blink of an eye, he passed the defender, and after a dribble, he shot directly in the long-distance vacancy of half a step inside the three-point line.

Although this set of movements of the martial arts is very smooth, the crosshairs are not very good, the basketball jumps out of the frame directly, and the rebounding ball is put into the arms of Chiba Oishi. Jinguji Martial Arts didn't care if he missed the shot, his expression darkened a little, and he threw himself into defense instead.

"That kid is quite tall and fast, but he has almost no ability to attack with the ball, and his shooting is also very poor.

"It can only be regarded as potential, but there is still about a month to start the county competition, and I am afraid that I will not have time to wait for him to grow!"

A series of movements of the martial arts were seen by Fujii Masao, and although the smooth tentative steps and extremely fast starting speed surprised Fujii Masao, it was nothing more.

"He, I heard him say that he has been playing for two or three years, but he is always playing at home by himself, and he has never fought with anyone."

"He's very fast, whether it's a tentative step or a shot, it's standard, but it's weird, it's just not useful."

"His long-term dribbling also gives a stiff feeling, and his shooting percentage is horribly low. These are all shortcomings, and I know that. ”

"But he can be an instant force to fill the team! He has what our team is missing right now! ”

Mitsui Shou knew what his captain was thinking in his head now, and he didn't explain too much.

Last year, they Takeshi Junior High School met Kanagawa Prefecture's Haoqiang Yokota Junior High School in the prefectural tournament 8-in-4 competition, and stopped in the top 8. In that game, they lost to the opponent by 12 points, leaving a deep impression on the then vice-captain and current captain Masao Fujii.

The quarterfinals of the county competition are also the worst results achieved by Wushi Middle School in recent years.

After that game, the players of the basketball team held their breath and hoped to find a place on the court at Yokota Middle School, training quite hard, and Fujii Masao, who turned from the vice team this year, was also desperate to make up for it, hoping to see the scenery of the whole middle school in the last year of his junior high school basketball career and wash away the shame of the previous year.

"Oh? Is it? ”

Fujii Masao touched his hairless chin and wondered. After observing the martial arts for a while, Fujii couldn't help but glance at the scoreboard on the sidelines, the eye-catching zero score in the first grade was too dazzling, and he really couldn't think of why the martial arts of Jinguji Temple became an instant combat power, with a score of 0?

"Mitsui, don't you think it's strange? If you talk about a player with standard movements, why does it give people a sense of stiffness? ”

"A guy with a standard shooting posture who has a poor shooting percentage?"

"Don't you think it's strange that this kind of thing happened to the same person?"

Fujii Masao looked at the back and forth of the two teams on the court again, looked at Jinguji Martial Arts, and asked.

"Well, I feel that way too." Mitsui nodded in agreement.

The standard of movement means a lot of practice, but how can a lot of practice give people a sense of stiffness? Now martial arts give people the feeling that they are obviously a person who can play, but they give people the performance of a talented novice.

"He gave me the feeling of being a player who hadn't played in many years and picking up basketball again!"

Fujii muttered, he saw a lot of information from the movements of the martial arts.

In the middle of the field, the offense and defense were switched, and the ball came to the hands of the senior team. It wasn't until the senior team attacked that Fujii realized why Mitsui Shou said that Jinguji Martial Arts could be filled into the starting lineup as an instant combat force!

"Is it defense?!"

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