Slam Dunk: My Study Abroad Career in Northern Hunan

Chapter 84 Rob... Robbery?I'm so scared!

The match between Yokota Middle School and Kitamura Middle School was as expected without any surprises.The young Akagi Takenori had no way to deal with Yokota Middle School led by Shinomiya Tano, and was eliminated by Yokota Middle School early.

And the next match between Wushi Middle School and Umezawa Junior High School was also extremely easy.A little-known middle school was directly destroyed by Wushi Middle School led by Mitsui Shou.

The whole game was exhausting, and for Wushi Middle School, there was no way to feel the tense atmosphere. Mitsui Hisashi was replaced early in the first half, and replaced by substitutes to continue the game.

As a result, Wushi Middle School won 86:44 and successfully entered the fourth round.

Jinguji Budao didn't watch the entire Wuishi Middle School game. After the first half of the Wuishi Middle School game, Budao already knew the result of the game, left the stadium early, and took the tram back.

Today's weather is not very good, it is very hot in the morning, and in the afternoon, the sky is already covered with overcast clouds, and fine raindrops are falling from the sky.

The summer rain came and went quickly, and Budao's luck was not bad. By the time he arrived at the station near his home, the rain had stopped, and the sun once again fell on the ground.Budo in his judo uniform stepped on the wet ground and returned home.

It has just rained, and there is still a lot of water on the small court in the front yard. It is already school time, and Bu Dao has no intention of going to school.And because of the competition, Shinichi Fujima's training has also been suspended. In Shinichi Fujima's words, competition is the best training.

Bu Dao, who had nothing to do, changed into a tracksuit and decided to go out for a stroll.

It's been so long since I came to this world, but Budao hasn't really taken a good look around the streets here.He spends most of his time training, whether at home, at school, or with Shinichi Fujima.

The place I go to the most is the park not far from my home. I run most of the time at night. To appreciate the local scenery, I have never experienced martial arts.

It's rare to have free time today, so Bu Dao plans to take a stroll.

There were very few pedestrians on the street after the rain, and it had cleared up, but not long after Wu Dao left, the sky became gloomy again.This makes the already uncrowded street even more desolate.

But Bu Dao really likes this kind of feeling, and even walks on small paths when shopping.

I don't know why, but Budao really likes the feeling of "winding paths leading to secluded places".The intricate alleys can bring an inexplicable sense of comfort to martial arts.There are urbanized streets, but there is no hustle and bustle in the downtown area. A wonderful sense of comfort hangs over Budo's heart.

While enjoying this peaceful and peaceful Jinguji Budao, he slowly turned a street corner, but at this moment, Budao felt a tightness in his chest, and a figure directly bumped into Budao's body at the corner.

"Crack!" There was a soft sound, and when Jinguji Budao came back to his senses, in front of him, there was a bald young man in a black student uniform, who was lying on the wet ground, looking at him in astonishment. Budo Jinguji suddenly appeared from the corner of the street.

"Ok?"

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't notice you, are you okay?!"

With an apologetic expression on his face, Jinguji Budao walked up to the boy and bent down, stretched out his hand, trying to help the boy up.

"Snapped!"

"Bastard! Don't you have eyes? How dare you bump into me. My clothes are all stained by you!"

"A simple apology is all it takes?! How can there be such a simple thing!"

With a soft sound, the bald man on the ground waved his hand and slapped the back of Wu Dao's hand, and cursed directly.While this young man was swearing, there were seven young men also wearing black uniforms silently surrounding Wu Dao in the center.

It wasn't until this time that Wu Dao realized that the young man knocked to the ground by him actually had seven companions.Looking up, among the seven people surrounding Wu Dao, four of them had bruised noses and swollen faces, and even faint blood stains on their faces, as if they had just been beaten.

The aura exuded by this group of people made Wu Dao frowned slightly, not because of how strong the other party's aura was, but because these people knew at a glance that it was not a good thing.

Judging from the style of their uniforms, they should be high school students, but none of these personal hairstyles look like students' hairstyles. They are bald, jet-setters, and even the jet-setters are shiny and shiny, obviously because they used a lot of pomade.

These days, who among serious students use pomade? !

"Is it bad... the good mood is gone all of a sudden." Wu Dao sighed in his heart, retracted his outstretched hand, straightened his waist, folded his hands in front of his chest, and made a faint defensive posture, while looking down at him from a high position. The bald youth asked with a smile:

"Really? Isn't an apology enough? So what do you want me to do?"

Wu Dao grinned, but there was no smile in his eyes, full of coldness.

"My uncle's clothes are custom-made, you have to pay for my clothes, and it doesn't cost much, ten thousand!"

The bald young man looked Budao up and down. Although Budao was tall, he looked very young, and his figure was not that kind of burly person.Moreover, the clothes, pants, and shoes that Budao wears are all famous brands. At first glance, he looks like a child from a rich family, and now he seems to be very cowardly and easy to talk.

Such a demeanor made the bald young man have other thoughts in his mind.

"Customized?! [-] doors?!" Wu Dao looked at the school uniform on the opponent's body, and couldn't help scratching his head, and the corners of his mouth widened.

"You need [-] pieces of trash just like you?!" Wu Dao said with a smile, looking at the liver-colored face of the bald young man, just as he was about to continue mocking him, he saw a face-faced man walking out of the opponent's small team. The young man with the injured airplane head stood in front of the bald man and smoothed things over:
"Let's leave it at that."

"Banquan, we have other things to do."

The young man at the head of the aircraft seemed to feel that martial arts was a bit difficult to mess with. In order to avoid complications, he chose to persuade him to make peace.

Wu Dao didn't understand why the menacing people suddenly became easy to talk, and was about to ask, when a touch of red suddenly appeared in his peripheral vision.

It was a color like fire, and with the appearance of this red, a red-haired boy hurriedly ran towards here from the other side of the street. Looking at his face, it was obvious that something terrible happened.

"Sakuragi Flower Road!"

The airplane-headed young man who had just persuaded the bald young man to stop also saw the red-haired young man running from a distance, and shouted in surprise, while the people who had been surrounding Jinguji Dance dispersed one after another, faintly blocking the entire street , not letting that red-haired boy go with him, everyone's attention was focused on that red-haired boy.

"you!?"

"Get out of the way, I don't have time to fight with you right now, Dad... Dad, he..."

Before Yingmu Huadao could finish speaking, the young man with a persuasion on his face let out a smirk, and then quickly rushed to Yingmu Huadao's body, and punched Huadao in the stomach.

Yingmu Huadao obviously didn't expect that the other party would make a sudden attack, and he didn't have the heart to guard against it. He was punched directly in the stomach, and he bowed slightly in pain.

The eight youths quickly gathered around Yingmu Huadao, sneering and slowly approaching Yingmu Huadao.

"What are you going to do?! I don't have time to fight with you now, hurry up and escape!"

Yingmu Huadao shouted anxiously, there was deep despair in the heart-piercing words, Yinggi Huadao knew that the other party would not let him go easily.

"You just said that the four of us high school students can't beat you, a junior high school student, right?"

"I've lost my face anyway, so this time, I specially recruited eight people to deal with you, Yingmu Huadao!"

The airplane head on his face slowly approached Yingmu Huadao, the bald young man from before was more active at this moment, he rushed to Yinggi Hanadao's body quickly, and flew towards Yinggi Hanadao's face with a punch .

However, when the bald youth's fist was about to land on Yingmu Huadao's face, Zong's big hand suddenly stuck out from the side and grabbed the bald youth's wrist.

At the same time, another big hand grabbed the bald young man's head, abruptly turning the bald young man's head to the side.What caught the eyes of the bald young man was a tall and handsome young man, who was holding his head with one hand and his wrist with the other, and said with a smile:
"Hey, hey! I haven't finished my work yet, so it's not polite to be in such a hurry to do other things."

"You hurt me just now, and now I need you to pay me [-] medical expenses!"

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