Slam Dunk: My Study Abroad Career in Northern Hunan

Chapter 2 Wushi Middle School!

"Xun Xun Mi disappeared without a sound."

"I can't find any memories."

"..."

"The past of a lifetime."

"You abandoned bit by bit."

"."

What was playing on the phonograph at this time was Hua Zai's song. Hua Zai was the favorite idol of Bu Dao's mother, even more than Kimura's beautiful boy in her own country.

One of the most regrettable things in Wu Dao's mother's life was not being able to marry Hua Tsai.

Of course, maybe many women have such regrets.And the thing she was most proud of in her life was giving birth to a son who was three points more handsome than Andy Hua Tsai.

Music was playing in the living room, and Wu Dao was practicing dribbling in the yard with a basketball at the moment. He already had a clear goal, and he wanted to continue on the path he had given up on before!

After Wu Dao's parents took him out of the hospital, they each went to the company. Although Wu Gong's company is very large, it is still on the rise and is very busy every day.And Jinguji Xiangxiangli is also different from being a full-time wife like ordinary neon women, but holds an important position in a martial arts company.

Jinguji Budo grew up in such an environment. Although his parents loved him enough, they were all busy with their own affairs. The lack of parental education led to the introverted character of Budo. When he was in elementary school, he communicated with his classmates. There are not many, and there are no good playmates.

And when Wu Dao tasted loneliness alone at home, basketball was his means of resolving loneliness.

Jinguji Budou has just entered the first grade of middle school, and he has played basketball for three or four years, and he has somewhat gained some foundation, but he has always played basketball alone. The elementary school he attended before did not have a basketball team.

Wu Dao dribbled the ball in the yard, frowning.

I don't know why, but Budou, who has traveled through it, always feels that there is an invisible film between his hands and the basketball, and there is always a twisted feeling when dribbling and shooting.

With a height of 184.7cm and a weight of 65kg, Budo looks a little thin. With such a thin and tall body, Budo's speed and flexibility are not bad.

"Although this body is a little thinner, but the height is quite good, and the family conditions are good, I have the opportunity to realize my dream!"

Budao dribbled the ball on the court at home, adapted to his current body, and tried to find the ball feeling. He also tried to attack the youth training in high school. If it weren't for the physical limitations, he might be able to advance to a higher level of basketball. If the school jumps, if the development goes well, he may also be able to eat basketball in those years.

Rather than find another way to engage in the industry you like, and become a referee that everyone shouts and beats.

Martial arts practice started after he got home, and he doesn't need to go to school for the time being, he started to practice ball since he had nothing to do.

Before you know it, the sky is getting dark.

The setting sun passed over the courtyard wall, dyed the ground bright red, and lengthened the reflection of Martial Dao.

On the small court, Wu Dao looked at the basket and patted the basketball lightly. His clothes were already soaked in sweat, and the breeze was blowing, bringing a little coolness.

"call out!"

"clang!"

At night, the lights come on.

Wu Dao's parents both came home from get off work, the couple entered the door together, and with them was a well-mannered middle-aged man.

"Martial arts, stop practicing, come here quickly!"

Wu Gong had just entered the house when he heard commotions in the courtyard, clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang noises, those who didn't know thought that there was a blacksmith in his house forging iron.

After greeting Wu Dao, Wu Gong chatted with the well-mannered middle-aged man beside him.

"Youming, sit on the sofa for a while. I got a batch of good tea a while ago, so please give me a taste."

After Wu Dao's father greeted Wu Dao, he led the middle-aged man who took off his shoes to the living room, invited him to sit down, and then gave Wu Dao's mother a look.

The other party understood, put down the bag, and walked into the bedroom. Not long after, he came out with a beautifully packaged tea box and handed it to Wu Dao's father.

"Oh! Brother Wugong, you are too polite."

The middle-aged man seemed a little cautious, he seemed a little unaccustomed to the enthusiasm of martial arts, and then thanked him in not-so-fluent Chinese.He kept bowing while speaking.

"Dad, Mom, you are back."

Bu Dao also heard the shouts of his parents at this time, stopped training, changed his shoes, and walked into the living room. He was wearing a simple sportswear, but because of long-term practice, he was already soaked in sweat. The front and back of the clothes were exposed, and the short sleeves were close to Budo's body, outlining his slightly thin figure.

The young man was thin, but there was a heroic spirit between his brows that didn't match his age, with sword eyebrows and star eyes.Sweat hangs on the tip of the hair, reflecting the crystal light under the light.

What a heroic and handsome boy!He's even a little more handsome than my son!

Mitsui Tomomi looked at the young man in front of him, admiring in his heart.

"Youming, this is my son, Budao."

"Budo, this is your Uncle Mitsui Tomoaki. He is the current general manager of the Mitsui Group and a very good friend of Dad."

"Not only that, our two families also have a lot of business contacts."

"His son also goes to the same school as you, so he should say hello when he sees you."

"Come on, say hello to Uncle Youming."

Seeing his son walking out of the yard, Wu Gong immediately stood up from the sofa, took Wu Dao's hand and introduced it to Mitsui Tomomi.

Hearing his father's words, Wu Dao understood the identity of the man in front of him, and awkwardly greeted him in neon language: "Hi, Uncle You Ming, my name is Wu Dao."

"Well, Martial Dao-jun, I often hear your father mention you, and this is the first time I see you."

"What a fine young man!"

"My son's name is Mitsui Shou, and he also goes to Wushi Middle School. He is in the second grade of junior middle school. If you go back to school, you can ask him."

"In the future, you can go to and from school with Ah Shou, our house is nearby, and the two of you are on the way."

Mitsui Yuming said with a smile, but his words entered Bu Dao's ears, but he was stunned in place.

"Mitsui Hisashi? Wushi Middle School?"

"Is this world?!"

Although Bu Dao fully accepted the original owner's information, he would not take the initiative to remember some things if he didn't recall them. Of course, he didn't have a deep impression on the school he attended.

But when I heard Mitsui Tomoaki's words at this time, memories flooded my mind like a tide.

When Budao was in a daze, Mitsui Tomomi glanced at the small court in the yard, turned his head and smiled at Budao and said:

"Speaking of Wu Dao-jun, I saw you playing basketball in the yard just now?"

"My son also likes playing basketball very much. He has liked playing basketball since elementary school, and he is still a member of the basketball team of Wushi Middle School."

"Speaking of which, that kid, the word that often hangs on his lips is 'dominate the country'. It's really a child's word."

"Budao-kun, if you also like playing basketball, you can join the basketball club of Wushi Middle School."

"If you go to the basketball club with your height, Mitsui will be very happy!"

Mitsui Tomomi raised his head slightly, looked at Budo and said.

Wu Gong on the side immediately laughed when he heard his friend's praise, but soon restrained his laughter, and said modestly: "My son is not like your kid, he just plays basketball to relieve boredom, when he was in elementary school I never joined the basketball team.”

"He just played casually by himself, just a common hobby."

"Of course, if Budo joins the basketball club in the future, please take care of your children."

After listening to Wu Dao for a long time, he gradually came back to his senses at this time. Whether it was the name Mitsui Shou or Wu Shi Middle School, Bu Dao had a deep impression on him.

"It turns out that I came to the world of SD!"

"That's right, the Mitsui Shou who shouted to dominate the country is definitely the one I know! I really can't believe it!"

Wu Dao touched his face, then pinched it lightly, feeling the slight pain, he realized.

And in his eyes, an unprecedented light burst out.

"Thank you, Uncle Tomomi. I will go to school tomorrow. I will join the basketball club of Wushi Middle School. After that, please take care of Senior Mitsui Hisashi."

Mitsui Tomoaki's unexpected arrival really brought great news to Budo, and it also made him truly realize the world he is in now.

Hearing Wu Dao's words, a smile appeared on Wu Gong's face, and Mitsui Tomomi also agreed solemnly.Afterwards, Mitsui Tomoaki stayed at Budaojia for a light meal, and then went out with Wu Gong.

As the night deepened, Wu Dao lay on his bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep for a long time, he never dreamed that the world he came to was actually the world of SD.

This is a world full of regrets!

"Dominate the country..."

Wu Dao opened his eyes, lying on a slightly unfamiliar bed, looking at the ceiling, tossing and turning until the sky turned white, and then fell into a deep sleep.

(End of this chapter)