"Huh!"

As the basketball entered the net, a crisp sound sounded. Several first-graders who practiced in the distance were stunned at this time, and the basketball in their hands rolled off without any awareness.

Even the second-year players who had been teammates with Mitsui Shou for a year looked at the direction of the basket with a confused expression, and only after a long time did they turn around, look at Mitsui Shou, and announce after a few beats:

“3:0。”

Jinguji Martial Arts couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw the basketball enter the net, and glanced back at Mitsui Shou, he didn't expect that Mitsui Shou would be able to put a three-point shot in such a position. Such a projection ability has obviously exceeded Martial Dao's expectations for Mitsui Shou's strength.

"Humph!"

"How? Martial arts. ”

"Next, you shouldn't be underestimating me."

Mitsui Shou said with a smug smile on his face and towards Martial Arts. However, although he looked complacent on his face, he was lucky in his heart. In fact, his crosshairs are not so accurate in shooting in this position, it can only be said that he has a chance to score, and being able to win this goal smoothly is quite beneficial to Mitsui Shou's next attack.

"Not bad."

"I'll admit I underestimated you, I didn't expect you to be able to shoot in this position."

"Not again."

Takemichi replied to Mitsui Shou, and then beckoned to the second-year senior who acted as a referee, and at Takemichi's signal, the other party picked up the ball and threw it to Takemi. After receiving the ball, Takemichi walked in front of Mitsui Shou and threw it to Mitsui Shou.

Mitsui Shou passed the ball back to Takemichi to check the ball, and this time Takeshi narrowed the distance between him and Mitsui Shou again after receiving the ball, and the distance between the two was only about fifty centimeters, which was quite close. After walking to this position, Martial Arts handed the ball to Mitsui Shou, and then covered Mitsui Shou's face with one hand, and raised the other hand flat to prevent Mitsui Shou's breakthrough.

Obviously, Mitsui Shou's shot just now impressed Takemichi. Wu Dao doesn't plan to continue to shoot, since the opponent has this level of projection ability, he needs to be wary of three-point shots.

"Hey, hey!" Mitsui Shou received the ball, noticed that Martial Arts was close to him, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he bowed down slightly, his left foot lightly touched the ground, and his upper body swayed left and right with the center of gravity.

And with the change of Mitsui Shou's center of gravity, Martial Arts also actively adjusted his pace, changed his center of gravity, and at the same time slightly opened up some distance, reserving some space for himself to react.

And at this moment, Mitsui Shou, who was originally bowing down and stepping on the spying step, suddenly straightened up and looked at the basket with his eyes.

"This time, it must be a feint!"

A cold light flashed in Wu Dao's eyes, and he pretended to raise his hand to defend himself, but his center of gravity did not raise much, guarding against Mitsui Shou's breakthrough.

Sure enough, Mitsui Shoumi Takemichi raised his hand and pasted it up with a triumphant smile, and then quickly blew up the ball and wanted to break through. However, at the moment when Mitsui Shou just made a move, Wu Dao suddenly sank his center of gravity, and a sliding step directly blocked Mitsui Shou's body, and at the same time, his right hand reached out and headed towards the basketball racket.

The two seniors watching the game on the side couldn't help but be surprised when they saw this scene, even if they had such eyesight, they could see the basketball level shown by this offense and defense. And just as these two "spectators" were immersed in the game, a deep voice sounded in their ears:

"Nice defensive moves!"

The two players watching the game quickly turned their heads when they heard this voice, and suddenly found that coach Anzai Masayo appeared behind the two of them at some point: "Coach Anzai Masayo? ”

Masayoshi Anzai, who was wearing a loose casual tracksuit with a whistle around his neck today, was standing behind two second-year team members at this time, watching the duel between Martial Arts and Mitsui Shou in the field.

He ignored the two players who greeted him, pushed his glasses, and looked at the two people in the field with deep eyes.

In the court at this time, Mitsui Shou was holding the ball against Martial Arts and rushing forward, but Martial Arts' reaction speed was too fast, and he also took out the ball, Mitsui Shou was forced to stop after just running two steps, and slightly sideways to protect the basketball, not letting Martial Arts pull the ball out.

"You actually reacted?!" Martial Dao hollowed out with one hand, and at the same time he was surprised in his heart, he quickly stopped and adjusted his center of gravity.

At this time, Mitsui Shou was also adjusting his rhythm, and he quickly retreated with the ball and opened up the distance. However, since Martial Arts already knew that Mitsui Shou had the ability to go beyond three points, how could he let Mitsui Shou distance himself.

Mitsui had just retreated with the ball, and Takeshi immediately stepped up to follow, not wanting to give Mitsui Shou a chance to make a move.

But just when the martial arts stepped forward, Mitsui Shou, who was obviously standing upright and retreating, suddenly fell down, accelerated instantly, and killed the inner line. Martial Arts was also taken aback by Mitsui Shou's sudden movements, and he didn't think about catching up directly.

However, Martial Arts had just run to Mitsui Shou's side, but Mitsui Shou, who was originally rushing forward with the ball, stopped his footsteps, pulled the ball back violently with his right hand, and shot directly at the three-point line. The shot was fast and sudden, and he didn't even have time to adjust his shooting posture, and of course, he didn't leave time for Martial Arts to react and defend himself.

"I'm in too much of a hurry, I won't get in!" Takemichi squinted at Mitsui, then quickly turned his head to look at the basket.

Although Martial Arts judged it this way, Mitsui Shou, who threw this ball, made a fist with his right hand, and his face was full of confident smiles.

The moment the basketball was shot, Mitsui Shou knew that he could score this goal!

"Huh!" Under the gaze of everyone, the basketball fell steadily into the basket, and once again made a crisp sound.

"Oooo It's worthy of Mitsui, what a great shot! ”

"Jinguji-san, I'm not Mitsui's opponent at all!"

The two sophomores watching the ball couldn't help but exclaim when they saw the ball go into the net. Even Masayoshi Anzai, who had always been expressionless, nodded with a smile at this time, and exclaimed: "It is worthy of Mitsui." After returning from vacation, it became stronger again. ”

"With his current strength, looking at the whole country, he is also quite an excellent player."

"With him this year, it's not a problem to rush into the national competition!"

After Anzai Masayoshi finished speaking, his eyes looked at the martial arts of Jinguji Temple, who was standing in the middle of the field at this time and was slowly breathing. A look of surprise flashed across Martial Dao's face, and in just a few seconds, Martial Dao regained his composure. Mitsui Shou's continuous attack was successful, and it seemed that he could not make waves in the heart of this young man.

"The projection is really strong and the timing is very good."

"Mitsui, this guy is much stronger than that kid Rukawa Kaede."

"With this kind of projection ability, as long as teammates don't make stupid mistakes and help cover and create opportunities, then Mitsui is a stable output turret for Takeshi."

Wu Dao took a light breath and thought secretly in his heart. Mitsui is very comprehensive, breaking through, and shooting is very sharp, which is much more difficult to deal with than Rukawa Kaede.

It's hard to deal with on the pitch, but it's a lot easier when it's bullfighting.

"How? Martial arts, you can't stop me! ”

"Your defense is similar to yesterday's pot head, if there is only this level, I will accept the victory of this game!"

Mitsui Shou still maintained his shooting posture until this time, and after finishing speaking, he slowly put his hand down, and the appearance of the stinky fart made Martial Arts can't help but want to hit him.

“.....”

"I've warmed up, I'm not welcome to you, I'm going to give you strength!"

Takemichi stretched his arms and rubbed his shoulders as he walked towards Mitsui Shou with an unkind expression.

"Really?"

"Then let the horses come."

Mitsui smiled, returned to the top of the arc, and hooked his finger towards Takemichi.

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