Masayoshi Anzai did not formulate the so-called style of play or plan in this game. Give their players plenty of room to play.

And Mitsui Shou's decision to let Jinguji Martial Arts take the lead did not attract opposition from the other team members, on the contrary, several people nodded slightly in agreement. Captain Fujii Masao even walked to Takemi's side and said in an encouraging voice:

"Martial arts, don't worry about bold shots, I will guard the rebounds."

Fujii has a soft and intimate smile on his face, giving martial arts encouragement. Now in the third year of secondary school, he doesn't want to attack the ball, all he wants is to win, and nothing is more important than winning.

"Come on." Wu Dao replied with a smile, and then looked at the players in the fourth middle school opposite.

Today's game is actually the time to test the results of martial arts training during this time.

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The warm-up time given to the two teams was 20 minutes, and during the warm-up of the players, the referees were also discussing the scale of the penalty. At the edge of the stadium, there were a few local newspaper reporters standing scattered, but these reporters all looked bored and obviously didn't care about this game.

After taking a few shots scattered, they wrote the manuscript there, and the content of their report today was actually almost completed when the opening ceremony was just underway, as for the report of this game? Unimportant.

In the noisy environment, the warm-up time passed quietly.

As the referee's shrill whistle sounded in the middle of the pitch, the players of both teams returned to the rest area to make one final adjustment and walked into the pitch. As the players entered their positions, the humming sound from the crowd was also much quieter at this time.

Dressed in a white jersey, Takemichi Jinguji followed his players onto the pitch and then took a position on the side of his own half, and not long after he took his position, a No. 4 player wearing a blue No. 5 jersey stood in front of him.

The height of this player in the fourth middle school is only as high as the chest of Martial Arts, which is almost two heads of height different from Martial Arts. Although Wu Dao's figure is not burly, this member of the fourth middle school is not strong, standing in front of Wu Dao, like a child standing in front of adults.

Wu Dao lowered his head and looked at this member of the fourth middle school condescendingly, his expression changed several times, and a strong sense of guilt suddenly appeared in his heart.

"This height, I'm afraid it's only 160cm? Why would you let this person defend me? ”

"It's an advantage to fight small?"

While Wu Dao was puzzled, his eyes looked at the rest of the court.

This also happened elsewhere in the stadium, where Chiba Oishi's opponent was about a head taller than him, and his height was around 170cm, and the center of the center circle and Fujii Masao jumped was also much shorter than Fujii, and it looked like he should be around 180cm.

Taro Toyokawa's group of counterparts and Mitsui Shou's group of counterparts of the fourth squadron are not much different in height.

But the average height of the two teams was immediately reflected the moment the players were in place, and the martial arts group was the most exaggerated, two people

As the players finished their positions, the buzz in the audience became much louder.

"Hey, hey, is there any mistake? Isn't that bullying? ”

"The fourth middle school is really pitiful, the first game actually met the top eight team Wushi Middle School of the previous year, this strength gap is visible to the naked eye!"

The audience looked at the players of the two teams who completed their positions in the stadium and expressed sympathy for the fourth middle school. The group of Jingu Temple martial arts is too conspicuous, even the audience in the stands can clearly see the difference in height between the two.

The voice of the audience is not small, the players in the stadium can more or less hear part of it, the players standing in front of Martial Arts have slightly red faces, and they seem to be a little frightened, but although the eyes that look up at Martial Arts are faintly afraid, they are also extremely firm.

"Whew...."Wu Dao breathed a sigh of relief, threw away the guilt in his heart, and softly encouraged:

"Let's work together and try to bring victory to our team."

Wu Dao's words made the little boy in front of him obviously stunned, and after two seconds, he nodded heavily, and even his nervous mood was relieved a lot because of Wu Dao's words.

"Beep!"

The referee walked into the court with the ball, stood in the center circle, blew the whistle, and threw the basketball into the air.

"Drink!!" Fujii Masao who jumped the ball in the middle circle screamed violently, and took the lead in jumping before the four center forwards, relying on the control of timing and the advantage of height, he grabbed the basketball before the opponent.

The basketball flew directly and quickly towards the diagonal back, and the direction in which it flew was exactly where the martial arts were.

The position of the martial arts was not very good, and the No. 5 player in the fourth took a good position with a sideways turn, waiting for the basketball to fly into his hand.

"Managed to steal their jump ball!" The fifth of the fourth was secretly surprised in his heart, he didn't expect the card position to be so smooth, his eyes were glued to the basketball, waiting for the basketball to fly into his hands.

However, just as the basketball flew above his head, a big hand suddenly poked out from the top of his head, and then a long arm appeared in his sight.

Defloration on top is quite easy.

Wu Dao didn't even need to jump, he easily put the basketball into his hands, squinted at the stunned fourth middle school player in front of him, opened up some distance, and slowly advanced towards the front court with the ball. And after the martial arts ball advanced, the fifth of the four seemed to come back to his senses, silently returned to the court, and entered the defensive position in advance.

"Victory will come very easily!" Seeing this scene, a smile suddenly appeared on his calm face, and he whispered softly.

In the middle of the court, Takeshi entered the front court with the ball, and the rest of Takeshi Middle School didn't even run much, and they were evenly scattered near the three-point line, leaving only one Fujii Masao on the inside, making the entire area inside the three-point line empty. And after the position, several martial stone team members focused on the body of the martial arts, waiting for something.

In front of Wu Dao, the No. 5 player in the fourth middle school was short and lowered his center of gravity, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Wu Dao and he did not dare to relax for a moment. Seeing the appearance of the other party, Wu Dao sighed slightly, dribbled the ball and came to him, and then turned around, lowered his center of gravity, and half-sideways attached to the other party.

Wu Dao was not in a hurry, so he took the ball, grabbed the opponent, and pressed towards the three-point line.

The strength of martial arts has indeed only been raised to the level of D-level in the country, but it is still easy to push the opponent into the three-point line. A member of the fourth squadron who was relatively close to the martial arts seemed to sense that his teammates couldn't stop the other party, so he moved his feet and tried to step forward to help defend.

But before the opponent arrived, Wu Dao put the ball together with both hands, turned around and faced the basket directly, and turned directly to the basket at a position of about two meters within the three-point line, and directly turned around and jumped.

Wu Dao's movements are very neat and smooth, although the player who defends him in the fourth middle school tries very hard to defend Wu Dao shooting, but his arms that he tries to straighten can't reach the basketball at all, and the jump shot to Wu Dao can't create even the slightest threat.

Martial arts, who didn't feel the slightest defensive pressure, felt like training, not nervous at all, not impatient at all, and shot with ease and comfort.

"Huh!" The basketball fell steadily into the basket, and a crisp sound of brushing the net sounded from the court.

Wu Dao, who successfully hit the first ball of the tournament, not only did not feel much excitement and joy at this moment, but felt deeply bored.

It felt like an ethereal state after a shudder.

Wu Dao likes to play and play, but what he likes is to be evenly matched, and what he likes is hearty, and the fourth middle school player in front of him obviously has no way to bring Wu Dao this feeling.

Wu Dao, who had successfully scored points, did not make any celebratory moves, turned around, and slowly ran back towards his own half.

"How invincible is, how lonely~"

The silent BGM lingered around Wu Dao, and his back actually seemed a little lonely and empty at this moment.

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