Slam Dunk: My Study Abroad Career in Northern Hunan

Chapter 39 Did You Win The Head?

The morning mist is hazy, the sun's light is diffused by the thick water vapor, and only a few rays of light shine into the room.

Jinguji in his sleep seemed to feel the light in front of him, so he opened his eyes blindfolded.He casually glanced at the alarm clock by the window, rubbed his eyes and got up from the bed.

"Hey! It hurts!"

"That Fujima really hits really hard."

The movement of getting up seemed to have stretched Budao's muscles, and the soreness from his body made Budao grin his teeth.

This is the first time I have come across such a situation. Before this, no matter how much martial arts training, or how many punches Wu Dao received, as long as he took the strain recovery potion rewarded by the system, after a sleep, his body would recover again. will be back to the top.

This is the first time Wu Dao has encountered such a situation like today.

"Is it because the effect of the potion is not fully exerted?"

"Or"

"This potion actually has a limit, but yesterday Fujima Shinichi's attack completely broke through the limit of recovery?"

Wu Dao rubbed his shoulders, silently guessing in his heart.It hasn't been long since he got this super martial arts system, and he doesn't have a deep research on the system and its rewards.As for the effect of that potion, martial arts can only rely on guesswork, after all, there is no one to teach him the experience of using the system.

"It seems that today's training should be restrained to prevent irreversible consequences."

"Wait until the body is back to its peak before continuing to maintain a high-intensity exercise."

Thinking of this, Wu Dao, who originally planned to go for a five-kilometer run in the morning, dismissed the idea, looked at the time, washed up, and then lay back on the bed for a restful sleep.

After sleeping for another hour, Wu Dao woke up leisurely, and then slowly packed his clothes.

A few days ago, Wu Dao's father gave him a red and black cylindrical crossbody bag. Before going to school today, Wu Dao found his new backpack and put his jerseys, shoes, water cups and other things in the backpack.

"Buy a pair of knee pads when you come back. If this thin body hurts its knees, it will be over."

Before going out, Wu Dao looked in the mirror and adjusted his clothes and hairstyle.Looking at the pretty boy in the mirror, he whispered to himself.In terms of appearance, Wu Dao thinks he is good enough to fight, but his figure is really a bit thin.

It is not wrong to say that he is skinny and skinny. Just looking at his figure, he resembles that mantis spirit from Deyun Society—Old Qin, Wu Dao's figure is only slightly better than that mantis spirit.

Walking out of the house, Budao walked slowly towards Wushi Middle School with his bag on his back. Today was Sunday, and there was no training match, so when Jinguji Budao came to the school, there was no one at the school gate.

Even the very dedicated security guard at the door stayed inside the security booth, dozing off with his eyes closed and his head down, as if he was still awake.

Bu Dao came quite early, and when Bu Dao came to the arena, there were only a few players in the entire team.In one corner of the court, several first-year players were dribbling in place, practicing basic skills.

In the half court near the goal, Mitsui Shou was practicing shooting, and two second-year players were helping Mitsui Shou pick up the ball.

The sound of Budao pushing the door attracted everyone's attention. The first-year team members glanced at Budao but didn't come up to talk to them, and practiced on their own.On the contrary, Mitsui Shou, who was practicing shooting, turned his head and saw Budo, stopped the training in his hands and said hello:
"Yo, Bu Dao, you came very early!"

The other two seniors also smiled and waved at Wu Dao.

Bu Dao left a deep impression on the two seniors in yesterday's match.They didn't fully realize Budo's strength at halftime, but after Budo left the field yesterday, Akira Xiandao's performance in the second half of the game made the two truly realize Budo's ability.

At this time, the two seniors looked at the martial arts curiously, and there was some admiration in their eyes.

"Mitsui, you are much earlier than me." Although Bu Dao and Mitsui Shou haven't known each other for a long time, they are already familiar with each other, and their names are much closer.

"Genius is 1% inspiration plus 99% sweat. I already have this 1% inspiration. As for 99% sweat, I am working hard."

"How is it? I played the game for the first time yesterday. Is it okay?"

"Although you only played halftime, you performed very well. The coach should have his considerations in making the arrangement, so don't take it to heart!"

Mitsui Shou casually threw the ball to a second grader, walked towards Budo, then patted Budo's arm and said.

"Why didn't I realize that this guy is such a bad fart?" Wu Dao looked at Mitsui Shou in front of him speechlessly, and his ears automatically filtered Mitsui Shou's first words.

"Of course it feels good for the first game!"

"As for the arrangement of the coach, I don't have any ideas, and I can understand it."

"Speaking of yesterday's game, we Wushi should have lost. Without my existence, no one in our school should be able to stop that immortal way?"

"How? How much did you lose?"

Budao and Mitsui Shou walked into the stadium together and came to the rest area. While unzipping the backpack and taking out the jerseys, they changed and asked about yesterday's game.

Regarding the result of the competition, Budo already had expectations in his heart. To be honest, the level of Xiandao has actually far exceeded that of ordinary junior high school students. Even Mitsui Hisashi couldn't keep up with Xiandao when his physique was inferior. offensive.

This is not a matter of experience and technology, but of physical condition, which has determined that Mitsui Shou cannot take advantage of the matchup.

Bu Dao really can't think of a way for Wu Shi Middle School to beat Qiuyue High School. After being replaced by Anxi Zhengyi yesterday, Bu Dao actually saw the end of Wu Shi Middle School in his heart.

"What nonsense?"

"With my talented player Mitsui Shou, how could we Wushi lose?"

"Don't talk nonsense."

Hearing Budao's words, Mitsui Shou glanced at Budao dissatisfied, and said seriously.On the contrary, his words froze Budo's movement of passing the jersey, and after putting it on, he looked at Mitsui Shou with surprise.

"Win? How is it possible?"

"You take the head to win?"

Wu Dao retorted subconsciously, he didn't think his judgment would be wrong.

"Hey, hey! Are you underestimating me?"

"I don't like to hear what you say. How is it possible? Is there anything impossible?"

"Do you think that if you are replaced, there will be no man-made pot head in Qiuyue High School?"

"Yes, we can't completely suppress that kid, but who told you that you must completely suppress the opponent's trump card to win?"

Mitsui Shou's tone was slightly higher, and his tone was a little dissatisfied.

Wu Dao, this kid, dare to despise him? !Mitsui Shou could read the meaning behind Budo's words.

"Uh, that's not what I meant." Budou raised his hand at Mitsui Shou, making a gesture of surrender.But Bu Dao quickly read another meaning from Mitsui Shou's words, his eyes lit up slightly, and he asked tentatively:
"What you said just now means that we didn't completely suppress Xiandao, but won the game?"

Hearing this, Mitsui Shou suddenly showed a proud expression on his face, raised his chin slightly, folded his hands on his chest, and snorted proudly:
"Humph!"

"That kid is very good, but he is still far behind in front of my uncle!"

"It's also a goal, he only scored two points, and I scored three points. How can they beat us by Qiuyue High School?!"

"Besides, that kid's scoring ability may not be very strong! At least, not as strong as me!"

(End of this chapter)