The absence of Jinguji Martial Arts was something that no one expected, and with the absence of Jinguji Martial Arts, the restlessness of the audience was also something that the "leaders" did not expect.

Feeling the "hot" atmosphere of the venue, the leaders realized that Jinguji Martial Arts has such popularity in Kanagawa Prefecture.

A few leaders who were keenly aware of the fact that something was wrong and had no idea of watching the game stood up silently, leaving the "invitation seat" under the pretext of going to the toilet, while a few leaders who were not sensitive, or had no fear, still sat in their positions, looking at Kanagawa Prefecture with a smile on their faces.

"Without the main force, the Kanagawa Prefecture team will end here."

"I don't know if the young man came to see the game."

"It's better to watch the game and see what happens to the team."

In the center of the invitation seat, a middle-aged man in a white shirt looked around the stands, clasped his hands on his chest, and snorted softly.

"Beep-"

After the players entered the warm-up for a long time, as the referee's whistle blew, the players from Kanagawa and Miyagi prefectures began to enter one after another.

And as the figure of Shinomiya Field appeared in the stadium, the stands, which were still a little noisy, immediately quieted down a lot. The Autumn National Sport, which is held in Kanagawa Prefecture, naturally has a larger number of visitors in Kanagawa.

The vast majority of these people know the Shinomiya Field, and the local people who watch the football do not know much less about the Shinomiya Field than the martial arts of Jinguji Temple.

And the appearance of Shinomiya Field also calmed down the audience in Kanagawa Prefecture. It's just that some fans who came from other places were not familiar with Shinomiya Field, and when they heard that Jinguji Martial Arts was banned, they didn't stop scolding for a moment.

And in such a noisy environment, the referee walked into the court with a basketball.

After a brief gesture, after the referee's whistle, the basketball was thrown into the air.

The time for the match between Kanagawa and Miyagi Prefecture happened to be on Sunday.

Leaving the martial arts of Jinguji Temple of the Autumn National Sports Team, he wore loose sportswear and came to the stadium in Xiangbei to practice on this morning.

During the period when the main force of Xiangbei High School was not there, the players in Xiangbei did not slack off in training, but his training was generally from Monday to Saturday, and there was still a day off on Sunday.

Therefore, when Jinguji Martial Arts came to the arena, the stadium was empty, and there was only Jinguji Martial Arts alone.

After taking a basketball from the equipment room, Takeshi began shooting training after doing some simple warm-up activities.

Even if there is no game to play, Jinguji Martial Arts still has not slackened, his goal is no longer in this country, whether there is a game or not, it is not as important to him as others think.

The ban is not forbidden, and the martial arts of Jinguji Temple are still like this, pure and focused!

In the stadium, there was the sound of brushing the net one after another.

After throwing himself and grabbing a simple shot of dozens of balls, Jinguji Takemichi took off his shirt and began to increase the intensity of his training.

With a high frequency of self-throwing and self-grabbing, the basketball fell into the net again and again, making a crisp sound.

After training with hundreds of balls, Jinguji Takemichi gradually increased the shooting distance, from the middle distance, to the high post, and then to the three-point line, and then to the position of two meters outside the three-point line.

Physical strength is rapidly consumed in shooting training, and the attention of martial arts is becoming more and more concentrated with the increase in the number of shots.

Jinguji martial arts didn't find it, I don't know when, there was a beautiful figure leaning on the side of the gate of the stadium, watching the training of Jinguji martial arts in a daze.

The person who came was none other than Takako Fujima.

There are no classes at school today, and Takako Fujima also went to the venue to watch the game in Kanagawa Prefecture, and she knows that her little boyfriend is a player on the team.

It's just that it wasn't until she went to the venue that she heard about the ban on Jinguji martial arts. But when such a big thing happened, she had never heard the martial arts of Jinguji Temple say it, and she couldn't help but feel a little unhappy in her heart.

So she went to the martial arts house to find the martial arts of Jinguji Temple, but after going, Takako Fujima knocked on the door for a long time, but no one opened the door, and she realized that the martial arts of Jinguji Temple may not be at home.

After a little thought, Takako Fujima guessed where Jinguji Martial Arts would go.

When he came to Xiangbei, Takako Fujima had already heard the movement in the stadium from afar, and when he got closer, he saw that the martial arts of Jinguji Temple was indeed here.

Takako Fujima was a little worried about the state of Jinguji Martial Arts, and wanted to call it Jinguji Martial Arts, but seeing that Jinguji Martial Arts was full of calm face during practice, and he was very focused when shooting, and the hit rate was very high, Takako realized that Jinguji Martial Arts was not venting, but just practicing simply.

Sensing this, Takako Fujima didn't bother, just leaned against the door, watched quietly, and stood for a long time, Takako Fujima didn't see the martial arts stop, and then took off his shoes, walked into the arena lightly, and sat on the sidelines.

Looking at Jinguji Martial Arts who practiced in the court, Takako Fujima's mind began to drift away.

What is it about the martial arts of Jinguji Temple that attracts her, and the current Fujima Takako is afraid that it will be difficult to find the most accurate answer for a while.

Is it because of appearance? Or is it because of the figure? Or is it because of family background? Or is it just because Takako is only familiar with Jinguji Martial Arts, a man of the same age?

It doesn't seem to be.

What attracts Takako Fujima is the concentration of the martial arts of Jinguji Temple, and it is the concentration of the other party when doing something that attracts Takako Fujima.

But now looking at Jinguji Martial Arts who was practicing in the field, Takako Fujima suddenly felt that concentration might not be a very good thing, right?

At the very least, in the eyes of the martial arts of Jingu Temple, she didn't seem to see herself.

Time flies by between Takako Fujima's cranky thoughts.

"Takako, what's wrong with you?"

"What are you doing?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came into Takako Fujima's ears, pulling her back from her thoughts to reality.

I don't know when, Jinguji Martial Arts has stopped training and came to her, at this time Martial Arts has a sweat towel hanging around his neck, wiping the sweat on his body.

"Huh?"

"Nope"

Takako Fujima raised her head, and what caught her eyes was the solid muscles of Jinguji Martial Arts, and her pretty face was slightly red, Takako Fujima slanted her gaze and replied casually.

"Let's go, then?"

"Let's go to lunch, what do you want to eat?"

Hearing the words of Jinguji Martial Arts, Takako Fujima glanced back at the window and found that at some point, the sun had reached the top of his head, and the midday sun was shining directly from the sky, and the shade of the trees outside was much smaller.

"Is it already noon?" Takako Fujima's red lips opened slightly, and she murmured softly.

And Wu Dao had simply wiped the sweat on his body at this moment, and went to the outside of the stadium in slippers and washed it with cold water. Then he took the towel back to the arena and wiped his body.

"Have you figured it out?"

"What do you want to eat? I'll take you to eat. ”

After returning to the arena, Takemichi asked with a smile at Takako Fujima.

However, in the face of Martial Dao's question, Takako Fujima took a deep breath, then shook his head, and suddenly asked Martial Dao of Jinguji Temple:

"Martial arts, why are you banned?"

Looking at Takako Fujima's solemn face, Martial Arts thought he was going to say something, but he didn't expect to ask him about the ban.

Grabbing a towel and rubbing his hair, Wu Dao replied casually; "I don't know the specific situation, listen to Coach Anthy's meaning, to the effect that I made inappropriate remarks."

"So I was banned~"

Wu Dao said nonchalantly, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

Hearing this answer, Takako Fujima's face also showed a deep sense of worry, and she couldn't help asking, "Making inappropriate remarks?" ”

"Do you want to be banned just for this kind of thing?"

"This too"

Takako Fujima was a little indignant, she didn't expect that behind the withdrawal of the martial arts of Jinguji Temple, there was actually such a reason. And Takako Fujima, who learned the reason, also cautiously glanced at the face of the Martial Arts of the Imperial Palace, and found that the Martial Arts of the Divine Palace Temple looked indifferent, and he couldn't help but feel a little worried in his heart.

Although Jinguji Martial Arts has behaved normally so far, who knows if this is Jinguji Martial Arts who is holding back anger?

An excellent high school student has inexplicably suffered such injustice, how can it be said that Jinguji Martial Arts has no emotion?

Until Takako Fujima felt that if such a thing happened to her, she would definitely swallow this breath like this.

With his own life, Takako couldn't help but look at the martial arts of Jinguji Temple with some concern, and then continued to ask: "Martial arts."

"If you have something unpleasant in your heart, just say it."

"Don't hold yourself back, if you hold your anger in your heart"

Without waiting for Takako Fujima to finish speaking, Martial Arts suddenly reached out and patted Takako Fujima's arm, and replied with a smile: "Don't think about it too much, I really didn't take such a thing to heart." ”

"It's just a ban, and it's not like I haven't experienced it before."

"And this ban, I also see the limitations of this country, if this kind of thing does not change, there is no future in playing here."

"It's not because basketball isn't strong enough in this country, it's just that there's no environment for players to grow up here."

"I think it's better to be pure in the end."

"If even college basketball was like this, I couldn't imagine what the environment would be like in professional basketball."

"That's fine, it shows even more that the path I chose is wise."

"I'm only glad for that, not disappointed."

Hearing Martial Arts' words, Takako Fujima was noncommittal, she and Martial Arts have not been getting along for a day or two, and she also knows the goals of Martial Arts very well. It's just that the thought of going to the United States to play in the United States after martial arts made Takako Fujima feel a chest pain inexplicably.

In this era, there are no convenient things such as video calls and voice calls, and for many young couples of this age, one party going abroad and breaking up are actually no different at all.

There is nothing reliable about long-distance relationships, is there a big difference between long-distance relationships and fantasies?

Takako Fujima lowered her head slightly, the expression on her face quietly changed, and there was silence, Takako Fujima finally mustered up her courage, raised her head, and was about to speak, when she suddenly heard Martial Arts say:

"Takako, I know the conditions in your house are pretty good."

"Do you want to go to the United States with me to study at that time?"

"With your ability to learn, relying on your excellent ability, you should be able to work hard to get into a good university."

"Even if the standard of the university is not as high as that of the Ivy League schools, it is not comparable to the local schools here."

"Let's go together, shall we? I think in a few years, I'll be able to take care of you. ”

Suddenly, when she heard this idea of Jinguji Martial Arts, Takako Fujima swallowed back the words that came to her mouth. Raising his head and looking at the martial arts of Jinguji Temple, Takako Fujima lost his mind for a while.

"I can't decide."

After a while, Takako Fujima lowered her head and replied in a low voice.

"I'll try to convince Master, I don't think it's a big problem."

"It's not a bad thing after all, is it?"

"And there is still time, you can still work hard to strengthen your English, and by the way, prepare the 'materials' you need for further education there."

"How about going along?"

Wu Dao said, a gentle smile appeared on his face. Looking at the martial arts of Jinguji in front of her, Takako Fujima nodded slightly, but said in her mouth: "Let's see when the time comes." ”

Martial Arts looked at Takako Fujima's appearance and didn't say anything, just walked to the side of the court, cleaned up his things, and then asked Takako Fujima again, "What do you want to eat?" ”

"Let's go eat sashimi." This time, Takako Fujima gave the answer.

"Whew-"

"This thing isn't a good thing to eat! Change one! ”

Hearing Martial Dao's inexplicable answer, Takako Fujima didn't think much about it, thinking that Martial Arts didn't like it.

"Let's barbecue then!" As he spoke, he didn't wait for Martial Arts to say anything, he directly grabbed Martial Dao's hand and walked out of the arena.

As soon as the two stepped out of the player, they bumped into Nobunaga Kiyota, who was about to walk into the arena with a basketball in his arms.

Seeing the shirtless Jinguji Takedo and Fujima Takako walking out of the stadium one after another, Kiyota Nobunaga was directly stunned.

"You"

"You guys."

"This is a sacred basketball gym! How can you do it in the arena?"

Kiyota Nobunaga shouted at the top of his throat, but before the kid finished speaking, Jinguji Martial Arts walked directly to Kiyota's side and put his arms around his neck.

"Ugh"

Kiyota Nobunaga, who was pinned down by the martial arts of Jinguji Temple, breathed sluggishly and patted the arms of the martial arts.

"Boy, don't talk nonsense."

"I just came out of practice, and Takako just watched me practice."

As he spoke, Takemichi slowly let go of his arm, but as soon as Takemichi let go, Kiyota Nobunaga slipped and shrunk his neck, and then ran away quickly, shouting as he ran:

"Training?!"

"Didn't you have a game today?"

"Why don't you go back to the gym and train with the girls?!"

"Jinguji senior, you guys treat me as fools?!"

"I really misjudged you, you actually don't play, and."

Without waiting for Kiyota Nobunaga to finish speaking, Martial Arts directly interjected: "I'm banned." ”

(End of chapter)