There is no suspense at all in the match between Lingnan High School and Wu Yuan, Wu Yuan was able to rush to the top four, which itself was a group bonus, and in their group, there was no very good team. In terms of team strength, Wuyuan is at most the top eight teams in the county competition, and it is also in the middle of the top eight in the county competition.

And against Wuyuan, it is Lingnan High School with Xiandao, Yuzhu and Sigong Field, the difference between the hard power of the two teams is too much, and the difference between the two teams has expanded to 20 points in the middle of the first half of the game.

31：10。

The game was only ten minutes into play, and the result of the game was already decided.

"I can't see anything other than the improvement in that guy's physical fitness."

"Sure enough, Wu Yuan is still too weak, and there is no way to force Ling Nan to use all his strength."

"Everything, we have to wait until the official fight to know how much progress Lingnan has made during this time."

Jinguji Martial Arts stood on the edge of the stands, holding on to the railing with both hands, watching the game in the field, and secretly said in his heart. The result of the match was actually expected by Wu Dao, and when he came back to watch this game, he mainly wanted to see if Lingnan was hiding something else.

After all, in the previous game between them and Hainan, Hainan did not fight at all, and the two teams can be said to be point-to-point, and neither side played 100% strength.

"Ikebana, tomorrow evening in the old place, when the time comes, I'll bring a friend over to meet you."

"If you practice alone without an opponent, the progress is too slow."

Wu Dao knew that this game couldn't see the depth of Lingnan at all, so he had no intention of continuing to watch it, to be honest, Wu Yuan played a little ugly, and it was a little boring to look at the crushing game. Before leaving, Takemichi and Sakuragi Hanamichi said a word, and then left the stands.

"Opponents?"

"Do you want any opponents for practice?" Sakuragi Hanamichi looked at the back of Martial Arts leaving, scratched his head, and asked the people around him in confusion. Yang Ping also shook his head, obviously not knowing what Martial Dao's plan was.

...

When Wu Dao returned to the Xiangbei lounge, Akagi and the others were still sleeping, looking at their appearance, they couldn't get up for a while, Coach Anzai was sitting on a chair in the lounge, looking down at a stack of materials.

There were a few members of the Xiangbei team scattered on the other seats, chatting quietly, and when they saw the martial arts of Jinguji Temple coming in, they all nodded towards the martial arts, which was regarded as a greeting.

Coach Anzai heard the sound, raised his head, and saw that it was Jinguji Martial Arts, pushed his glasses, and waved towards Martial Arts with a smile.

"Coach." Wu Dao saw Coach Anzai say hello, walked up to the other party, and while greeting him, he looked curiously at the information in Coach Anzai's hand.

"Martial arts, after today's game, our Xiangbei will officially enter the national competition."

"I asked my good friends to help me collect them, and at this stage, there are teams from all over the country that have been confirmed to qualify."

"I called you here to show you the information of these teams that could be opponents."

Coach Anzai said, ordered a few pieces of information from his hand, and gave them to the hands of Jinguji Martial Arts. It was only at this time that Wu Dao knew that the stack of information in Coach Anzai's hand was not just one, but there were many copies, and it was obvious that Wu Dao was not the only one who needed to read the information.

"Okay." Wu Dao nodded, took the information and found a vacant place to sit down, before flipping through the information, Wu Dao raised his head and swept his gaze to Coach Anzai. After Coach Anzai gave the information to Wu Dao, he lowered his head and looked at it again, looking extremely serious.

"Coach Anzay, it's changed a lot." Wu Dao sighed lightly in his heart. Today's Coach Anzai is a little concerned about the team's affairs, but Wu Dao knows what Coach Anzai should be like, and stocking is Coach Anzai's consistent coaching style after entering high school.

Asking a friend to collect information will not be done until Coach Anzai bumps into Sanno Industries.

Thinking of this, Takedo shook his head, and casually flipped through the information in his hand, several prefectures have completed the selection in the prefecture, and the qualifying teams in Gunma, Nara, and Okinawa are all on the data, probably flipping through it, and Martial Arts did not see the familiar teams, Yamano Industry in Akita, Toyotama High School in Osaka, and the two teams in Aichi are nowhere to be seen.

It seems that these regions should not have completed the selection yet.

A small stack of information, Wu Dao flipped through it casually and stuffed it into his bag, although it is said that they are all national powerhouses, but Wu Dao really can't arouse much interest.

He glanced at the player profiles, and the back line generally did not exceed 180cm, and only a few centers exceeded 190cm, and a very small number were close to two meters. Even if you don't have to watch the games of those players, just looking at the physical fitness of those players, martial arts is already not interested.

His own height has reached 195cm, and it is very difficult to defend against the opponent, even if he is not even 180cm tall. It can be said that among the pile of information given by Coach Anzai, there is no one who is the opponent of Jinguji Martial Arts.

"Huh?"

"Martial arts, have you finished reading it?"

Coach Anzai obviously heard the sound of Wu Dao stuffing the materials into his bag, raised his head, looked at Wu Dao, and asked.

"At a glance, there are no opponents worth noting."

Wu Dao did not prevaricate Coach Anzai, and directly said his thoughts. Hearing this, Coach Anzai pushed his glasses and looked at Jinguji Martial Arts for a long time, and a smile appeared mellowly.

"Ho ho ho

"Indeed, if it were you, there really wouldn't be a decent opponent in those teams!"

"After the match with Lingnan High School, we don't play tactics in Xiangbei and let you play alone, what do you think? Martial arts. ”

Coach Anzai gathered the information in his hand, put it on the small table on the side, and suddenly asked towards Wu Dao.

"Huh? What do you mean? Wu Dao was stunned when he heard this, and he didn't understand what Coach Anzai meant.

"It's literal, I decided to hand over the ball to you in the next match with Lingnan, and as for whether to pass the ball, it's up to you to choose."

"In the second half, the ball is controlled by you and Mitsui Shou."

"I want to see where the limits of the two of you are."

"Only then will I be able to arrange the playing time of the two of you in the national competition."

"The national competition is not a county competition, and the back-to-back competition system is destined to make a team like us Xiangbei not go far, but I am not reconciled, I hope that Xiangbei can go further and even win the championship, for this, it is necessary to pay something."

Coach Anxi said, his fingers gently knocked on the small table in a rhythmic manner, and at this moment when Coach Anxi and Wudao were talking, the players in Xiangbei stopped talking, they all looked here, pricked up their ears and listened carefully. After Coach Anzai finished speaking, the rest room fell silent, only the faint snoring of Akagi sounded rhythmically.

After a long time, Wu Dao asked, "Do you have to be in the match with Lingnan?" After the game, can't you go to Lingnan to play a practice match? ”

Coach Anxi shook his head when he heard this, and said, "The practice match, after all, is just a practice match. ”

Martial Arts frowned when he heard this, he also understood what Coach Anzai meant, he wanted to confirm the depth of Mitsui Shou and himself, only when he knew where the limits of the players were, he could make reasonable arrangements during the game.

But if it is carried out according to Coach Anzai, Mitsui Shou and Takedo play half of the game each, and the win rate of the match against Lingnan is almost zero. That opponent is not something that can be solved casually, and the implementation of Coach Anzai's arrangement means that Xiangbei will lose the opportunity to win the championship of the Kanagawa Prefecture Competition.

“......”

"Good!"

Wu Dao thought for a long time and nodded in response. Regardless of whether they win or lose the matches in Xiangbei and Lingnan, they have already qualified, and in order to be able to go further in the national competition, it is not unacceptable to pay some price at this stage.

Moreover, even with such a style of play, Xiangbei is not without a chance at all!

"When it was poured, it was up to the two guys in Lingnan to get hooked. As long as they take the bait, there is still a chance to fight for the championship. Wu Dao thought in his heart, and looked at the sleeping Mitsui Shou.

.....

The competition between Xiangbei High School and Lingnan High School was three days later, and after the competition between Xiangbei and Hainan, Xiangbei High School officially entered the summer vacation.

After the victory over Hainan, Coach Anzay gave the players a day off. The relaxed arrangement allows the Xiangbei players to have enough time to rest.

However, early in the morning, Jinguji Wudao came to the stadium in Xiangbei alone and began his training today.

With the summer vacation coming, the campus is empty, and there is no one in the house. After the martial arts arrived at the stadium, the door would not be closed, anyway, at this time, no one would disturb it, so let the door open and breathe.

Outside the stadium, the breeze blows the small trees on the side of the road, making a "rustling" sound, the sun is not hot or dry, and the light shines into the stadium through the windows on the east side of the stadium.

In late June, the temperature in Kanagawa is not very high.

Inside the arena, Jinguji Takedo stood outside the three-point line in the bottom corner and shot directly. As the basketball flew out of his hand, Takeshi quickly ran towards the basket.

"Huh!" After a soft sound, the basketball entered the net, and not long after, Wu Dao came to the basket, picked up the basketball, and ran towards the diagonal three-point line. And so on and so forth.

The training of three-point shots requires a combination of movement and static, and stupid empty shots can only barely ensure their competitive state, but how much training effect can be played, that's two words. Some people practice this way and the empty space is very accurate, but as soon as someone defends, they immediately pull their hips. Either it is a dozen games, and there is no way to switch from the running state to the shooting state for a while, and the accuracy is all lost.

The practice of self-throwing and self-picking three-point quick shooting can restore the game environment to the greatest extent and can really have the effect of training.

Of course, training is better when someone is defending, and it is physically demanding.

After throwing twenty balls, fine beads of sweat already appeared on the face of the martial arts of Jinguji Temple.

"It's just 90 seconds, 16 of 20 three-point rapid shots, the results are so-so!"

Jinguji Martial Arts immediately glanced at the clock after throwing the twentieth ball, and the time was just a minute and a half, muttered to himself, and began to dribble by himself, suddenly, a soft sound suddenly sounded in his mind, which instantly attracted Martial Dao's attention.

"This is..."

Jinguji Martial Arts called up his system panel for a long time, and checked the personal information on it, he almost forgot when was the last time he opened the system panel.

"Jinguji Martial Arts, height 195.8cm, weight 85kg, strength: high school A level, agility: high school S level, body coordination: S level."

"Destiny: mediocre, the original intention is eternal, and the second is killed."

"Daily Missions."

"Please complete 200 push-ups, 150 crunches, 300 squats and 15 km of running before 00.00 at night."

"Reward: Strain Recovery Potion! (Eliminate fatigue and relax!) ）”

"Martial Arts: Golden Bell Hood Iron Cloth Shirt (Eighteen Palms of the Specialized Dragon Descending), Level MAX."

Jinguji Martial Arts opened his attribute panel and swept it, and at first glance, he saw the two golden S-level scores on the attribute bar, before that, he did not reach the S level in terms of agility or body coordination, and Martial Arts also found that in the Mandate of Heaven column, there was an extra crimson entry.

"Countdown lore?!"

"What is this?"

Wu Dao glanced at the extra entry on the Heavenly Mandate column, and then his eyes fell on the martial arts column, the level of the Golden Bell Hood Iron Cloth Shirt, which had always been level 1, had become MAX, and he didn't even know how this thing was upgraded.

"It's been until now, and I haven't figured out what I'm doing, and I'm also practicing judo when I practice martial arts, and I've been practicing for so long, and I haven't had many skills."

"Except for the fact that it is a little useful to give a potion every day, the rest is really useless."

"Now there is an inexplicable more 'second counting' destiny, is this really a martial arts system?!"

Jinguji Martial Arts closed his own panel, groaning in his heart, thinking of this, Martial Arts was suddenly stunned.

"Super Martial Arts..... This martial arts, is it not the meaning of martial arts?! Although Wu Dao had some conjectures in his heart, when he saw the "Martial Arts" column, he couldn't help but shake his head and laugh, and secretly sighed that he was thinking too much.

Ignoring the system that he didn't understand, Martial Arts took a short break and continued his training.

Jinguji Martial Arts, who was immersed in training, did not notice the passage of time at all. After completing a set of three-point shooting, Takedo placed several obstacles on the ground and began to train his offensive footsteps with the ball, change of direction, pull-up jumpers, and more. Although there are various types of training, there are only two landing points, and that is footwork and projection.

These two are the weapons that Wu Dao stands on the court, and if he loses either of them, he will not be able to gain a foothold on the court.

"This.... This jumper, what a beautiful pose! ”

What Martial Arts of Jinguji didn't know, just as he was immersed in training, at the door, there was a camera that had been set up for nearly ten minutes. The picture of Jinguji martial arts training stopping and leaning back was all filmed. And as Wu Dao scored the ball with another shot, the person behind the camera finally couldn't help but admire.

"Who?!" Wu Dao heard the sound at the door, frowned slightly, and turned his head to look out of the door.

"Hello, I'm a sports reporter for Basketball Weekly, and my name is Yayoi Aida."

"You're Xiangbei's Jinguji martial arts, I've seen you in the arena, can I interview you?!"

As she spoke, a beautiful young woman walked out of the door, with fair skin, delicate face, short black hair, shirt and trousers, dressed as a professional woman.

And behind Aida Yayoi, there was also a young man carrying a video camera, wearing a yellow armband on his arm, and he did not stop filming when Aida Yayoi spoke.

"Journalists?! Of course, it's okay to be interviewed, but can you please delete what you took before? ”

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