When people are focused on one thing, they don't feel the passage of time.

In the morning, Wu Dao devoted himself to the practice of shooting and layups, and at the beginning of the training of martial arts, Anzai Masayo was still supervising on the side, mentioning martial arts training and even personally starting to be a sparring partner for martial arts. However, after more than an hour of martial arts training, Masayoshi Anzai went to other places to coach other players.

In Anzai's view, there is nothing to guide in Wudao's layup movements and shooting postures, and what Wudao needs to do now is to strengthen his muscle memory through continuous practice, improve his layup success rate and shooting rate. At this point, Anzai Justice really can't give any advice.

It all depends on martial arts consciousness and self-practice.

Wu Dao, who was fully engaged in training, was completely free of distractions, and his physical strength passed rapidly in the training, until Anzai Masayoshi blew the whistle of the assembly, and Wu Dao suddenly stopped training and quickly lined up with the team members.

When Anzai Masayoshi announced the end of the morning training and the team was disbanded, Wu Dao dragged his tired body to the seat on the sideline to rest. Martial Dao's head was covered with a sweat towel, and he sat on the seat with his head bowed to rest. The rest of the team packed up their things after the disbandment and left the arena in pairs.

Only Wu Dao sat in his seat alone, and he didn't go to talk to other teammates, which seemed a little out of place.

"Hey, Martial Arts, are you tired? Why don't you go back?! "The players left the stadium one after another, and even the coach Masayoshi Anzai left early after the end.

Unconsciously, only Jinguji Martial Arts and Mitsui Shou, who came to him at this time, were left in the huge arena.

"Hmm."

"I'm tired, take a break."

Wu Dao raised his head, and under the black sweat towel, a pair of bright eyes glanced at Mitsui Shou, and then lowered it again. Sweat gathered into a bean-sized drop on the tip of the martial arts' nose, unable to bear the weight, and fell to the bottom plate.

Even if the coach does not supervise, the training of martial arts is not slackened in the slightest.

"Martial arts, I also paid attention to the training you just had, and the amount of training is indeed very large."

"But no matter how tired you are, you have to get along with your teammates."

"In martial arts, if a team wants to win, it's not enough to just play well."

Mitsui Shou suddenly said this to Martial Arts, and Martial Arts was a little puzzled, so he raised his head in confusion and looked at Mitsui Shou. Martial Arts didn't know why Mitsui Shou suddenly said this.

"Don't worry, I just see that you don't seem to have much communication and contact with the other team members."

"Maybe you need to bond with your teammates, speaking of which, do you recognize the people in the team now?"

Mitsui Shou met Martial Dao's gaze and sat down beside Martial Dao.

"......" Hearing this, Martial Arts finally understood what Mitsui Shou was talking to himself, and Mitsui Shou felt a little withdrawn now?

However, it was Mitsui Shou's reminder that also made Takeshi aware of some of his problems. Since he joined the basketball team, there has been very little communication with other teammates, and in the entire team, the person who communicates the most is Mitsui Shou in front of him, and the second place is coach Masayoshi Anzai.

There are so many people in the entire team, many people don't talk more than three sentences with Martial Arts, and there are even many players who don't even know their names. This kind of martial arts gives people the feeling that it is quite withdrawn, and it is no wonder that Mitsui Shou suddenly said such things at this time.

But Wu Dao himself is very clear about his character, he is not a withdrawn person, but I don't know why, after coming to this world, he seems to have become very disinclined to communicate with others. He used to be a social cow, but in this world, he is more like a social terrorist.

This makes the behavior of the martial arts have a very strong sense of separation, and sometimes the enthusiasm shown is sometimes very cold. Maybe Martial Arts subconsciously felt that he didn't fit in with this world.

He does need to pay attention to some of these aspects, at the very least, it is quite necessary to get to know his teammates.

"Thank you." Wu Dao thanked him softly.

"Thanks, that's all I said."

"Gone, can you go?" Mitsui Shou patted Martial Arts on the shoulder when he heard this, then got up and said, and then packed his backpack.

"I'll sit down for a while, I haven't slowed down, you can go first." Wu Dao shook his head lightly and replied with a smile.

"Well, don't forget to close the door when you leave, I'll go first!" Mitsui Shou put the bag on his shoulder, patted Takemichi on the shoulder, and left the arena after speaking.

Takemichi looked at the back of Mitsui Shou leaving, and the smile on his face became bright.

Except for his parents in this world, he did receive the care of others.

In spring, the cherry blossoms on the campus of Takeshi Middle School bloom brilliantly, and the pink petals are carried down from the trees by the wind, turning into a rain of flowers.

Takeshi left Takeshi Middle School with his bag on his back and walked towards his home, and on the way home, Takeshi also went to a nearby supermarket to buy some ingredients. Bought some fruits, salad dressings, steaks, butter peppers, etc., and spent a lot of money.

His parents have their own work to do, even on Sundays, and are not at home. Therefore, this kind of thing like lunch needs to be solved by Martial Arts himself, and as for the money to buy things, it is prepared by Xiangxiang in Jinguji Temple, and the original intention is to let Martial Arts go outside to buy food.

In this era, neon restaurants are not so developed, and the most popular on the street are coffee shops, fast food such as fried chicken burgers, and sushi restaurants. These things are really not suitable for martial arts as lunch, and in desperation, martial arts can only buy ingredients and get them at home.

Fried steak with fruit salad is a little simpler, but it is better than health. There is no food more suitable for martial arts at this stage than beef. After eating lunch, Wu Dao rested for a while, and then went out with a basketball and a backpack again.

He didn't forget that he also asked Rukawa Kaede to practice with him this afternoon.

When Takeshi arrived at the park stadium, Rukawa Kaede had not yet arrived, and Takeshi lay on the recliner next to the court and rested comfortably for a while, and before he saw any trace of Rukawa Kaede, he decided to do today's daily task first.

After finishing today's share of push-ups, sit-ups and squats, Wu Dao began to jog along the edge of the court. He had already completed a considerable part of the 10km training when he was in school, so it didn't take long for all of today's daily tasks to be completed.

And after adapting to these days, Wu Dao is not as half-dead as before after completing the daily mission today. After taking the potion rewarded by the system, the spiritual head of the martial arts also recovered a lot. However, the tired Takemichi still lay on the park lounger and took a nap comfortably.

"Bell!"

I don't know how long it took, Wu Dao was woken up by a crisp sound of iron, Wu Dao rubbed his eyes and sat up from the recliner, and saw that there was a beautiful boy practicing shooting in the court at this time.

"Rukawa Kaede, you're late." Wu Dao looked up at the sky, and saw that the sun in the sky had moved westward at some point, and the clouds in the sky had turned fiery red, as if it was already evening.

"I arrived a long time ago, I saw you sleeping, I didn't call you." Rukawa Kaede trotted to the basket and picked up the basketball, turned back to Martial Arts and said a word, and then continued to shoot.

"Really?" Martial Arts came to his senses, and it was only at this time that Martial Arts found that Rukawa Kaede's clothes had long been soaked with sweat, and it was obvious that he hadn't practiced for a while.

"Hahaha, sorry, sorry." Wu Dao, who sensed this, was a little embarrassed and quickly got up.

"You just slept and snored loudly."

"Does the basketball team at Takeshi Middle School train a lot?"

Rukawa Kaede casually threw the ball, turned his head, and asked curiously.

"Training volume?"

"Hey, I've been practicing shooting in the morning, from the beginning of the training session to the end, and there are breaks in between."

"It's tiring, but it's fulfilling."

"I can feel myself getting stronger."

"Go to Wushi, you can become stronger!"

Wu Dao said with a smile, looking at Rukawa Kaede, narrowing his eyes slightly, and a bold idea rose in his heart.

"Can you get stronger.....

Rukawa Kaede muttered, took two steps forward to regain his grip on the basket, and threw the ball to the basket with his hook under the basket. He was a little curious about this school in the mouth of the martial arts.

"Speaking of which, where is your home? Is it close to Takeshi? ”

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