Slam Dunk: My Study Abroad Career in Northern Hunan

Chapter 10 Good guy, so hard!

Author: Chief Disciple of the Beggar Clan

Chapter 10 Good guy, so hard!

"Ho...ho...ho..."

"It's just been a few trips back and forth, and the fatigue is like a tide rushing over my body. I'm so tired!"

"This body is so weak!"

"But I can feel that the inexplicable sense of alienation between me and my body is weakening!"

In the stadium, Jinguji Budo gasped and wiped the sweat from his face. After Chiba Oishi entered the infield, he entangled himself with Chiba Oishi.

He knew that his strength was not as good as that of his opponent, but he carried out the task of blocking the basket meticulously. Facing an opponent whose strength was higher than his own, Budo tried to use a forward defense method. Chiba Oishi's defense in the previous rounds was

During the confrontation, I also figured out the defensive strategy of martial arts, moving my steps and not wanting to give up my position.

The confrontation between him and Wu Dao under the basket became the most intense battlefield on the court. As for the other first-year players, they had long lost their enthusiasm for defense because of the exaggerated score.

Only Wu Dao happily struggled with Qianba Dashi. The huge physical exertion made Wu Dao sweat like rain, and the fatigue came like a tide.

Now experiencing this feeling again makes martial arts even more excited. Although his body is very tired, his spirit is indeed very good and his fighting spirit is high!

"I can't take advantage of my offense yet, but I won't score, and I won't let you score."

"I can't control other people, but in this three-point field under the basket, I will never lose to anyone!"

Under the basket, Jinguji Budo's body was pressed against Chiba Oishi's side, his right hand was raised high, blocking Chiba Oishi's face, and he did not give Chiba Oishi a chance to catch the ball. Although Chiba Oishi tried hard to get rid of it, he couldn't.

Martial arts was like a piece of dog-skin plaster, clinging tightly to his body. No matter how he moved, he couldn't get rid of it.

Chiba Oishi had a feeling that Jinguji Martial Arts guy seemed to have opened his eyes and could predict his every move.

Basketball games are never just about gorgeous offense. To win, you also need solid defense. The offensive skills of martial arts cannot be fully demonstrated through this body, but defense can play most of it.

Does defense require skills? Yes, does it require physical fitness? Yes!

But the most important thing about defense is attitude and experience!

Jinguji Martial Arts has both of these.

Although Budo defended very hard, his teammates were too fishy. The point guard of the senior team released the ball very easily. A very low-position ground pass successfully sent the basketball to Chiba Oishi.

If the martial arts teammates don't fish, the opponent will not have the opportunity to send the basketball out by hitting the ball. The ball speed of the hitting pass is far slower than that of the cross pass, and the risk of being intercepted is very high.

Although Chiba Oishi was very uncomfortable catching the ball, luckily he still managed to get the basketball. The moment Chiba Oishi took possession of the basketball, a smile appeared on Chiba Oishi's face.

"Bang!" Qianba Oishi slammed the ball, and his body directly hit Wu Dao's chest. The huge power was instantly poured out on Wu Dao's body, and Wu Dao's thin body was pushed back by Qianba Oishi.

Half step.

But the moment Chiba Oishi hit Budo's body, his expression suddenly changed, and his body stiffened unconsciously. The moment Chiba Oishi hit Budo's body, he felt as if he had hit a

On top of the stone, half of my body ached.

"What's going on with this guy?! He's so hard!"

The moment Chiba Oishi felt the pain in his body, he stopped thinking about hitting him from the side, but at this moment, the voice of martial arts suddenly sounded in his ears.

"That's it? That's all your power?!"

Although Wu Dao was forced back half a step by Qianba Oishi, he had stabilized his body at this time, raised his hands high, narrowed his eyes slightly and looked like he was enjoying it, and had a faint smile on his lips.

Just now, a mechanical voice sounded in Wu Dao's mind, and it was his golden finger that spoke.

"After receiving an attack, the proficiency of martial arts 'Golden Bell Cover and Iron Shirt' will be +1."

Now his proficiency has reached 2/500.

Perhaps it was because he had learned the golden bell cover and iron shirt, but when faced with the impact of the Qianba boulder, Martial Arts did not feel any pain in his chest at all, and was only knocked back half a step.

"Nani?!" Chiba Dashi's expression froze when he heard this, and he slammed the ball again, hitting Wu Dao hard. The huge force knocked Wu Dao back half a step, but his body

The pain also made Qianba Dashi grin.

Seeing that the proficiency level had reached 3/500, Budo had a smile on his face.

"Try harder! Haven't you eaten yet?!" Wu Dao's voice floated into Qianye Dashi's ears again.

Hearing this, Chiba Oishi endured the pain, turned around and wanted to throw the ball.

But a big hand directly pressed on the basketball the moment he turned around, and slapped the basketball out of Chiba Oishi's hand. A figure quickly flashed past Chiba Oishi's eyes, picked up the basketball and rushed towards it.

go out.

"Thank you!" The martial artist who started with the basketball didn't forget to turn around and say thank you. He didn't pass the ball and just rushed towards the frontcourt with the basketball. Chiba Oishi was stunned for two seconds before starting.

Chase hard.

"This kid looks tall and strong, and his hands and feet are really nimble."

"Chiba's actions just now seem to have been predicted by that kid. His defensive sense is very sensitive."

The scene of Budo stealing Chiba Oishi was watched by Fujii Masao on the sidelines. He finally understood why Mitsui Hisashi looked at Jinguji Budo so highly. Although Budo's dribbling looked very clumsy, there was nothing outstanding about it.

Attack power.

But relying on this tough defense and his excellent height, he is enough to gain a foothold on the junior high school court.

Their Takeshi Middle School is really not lacking in offensive players at this stage. On the contrary, there is a considerable shortage of top defensive players.

The trials for the county competition usually officially start in July. There are still several months before July. Jinguji Martial Arts only needs to practice the rebounding skills in these few months and rely on him.

That outstanding height and excellent defense can definitely help the Takeishi Middle School basketball team win the county championship.

Masao Fujii could see this, Hisashi Mitsui could see this, and coach Masayoshi Anzai, who was watching the game from the sidelines, knew it very well.

In the court, although Wu Dao intercepted the basketball, he was surrounded and intercepted by the senior players. With his stiff ball-handling skills, he was unable to bring the basketball to the frontcourt and was defended at the midline position.

The players were forced to stop. In desperation, Wu Dao could only pass the basketball to a teammate who came up to help him, and then Shi Shiran ran towards the frontcourt.

"This dribbling is too fast. I hope the coach can see my value and not marginalize me."

Wu Dao thought in his mind while participating in the attack. But the result was not what he expected. The offensive abilities of several players on the field this time were weak, and they could not seize even the fast break opportunity.

The first grader who received the basketball didn't know if he was too nervous or something, and the previous empty basket was also in the air. This operation made Budao shake his head for a while. Although his offense was also very poor, it did not prevent him from feeling that others

Weak!

"about there."

Anxi Zhengyi sighed silently when he saw this scene, stood up, clapped his hands, and shouted:

"The game is suspended and all first-year players on the court will take a rest."

"Replacement!"

"For the second and third graders, you can adjust the participants yourself."

"Jinguji Martial Arts, come here."

After Masayoshi Anzai finished speaking, he waved to Hisashi Mitsui and Masao Fujii and shouted: "Mitsui, Fujii, you two go move the equipment, and I will arrange a physical test for Jinguji-san."

After Masayoshi Anzai finished speaking, he picked up the score list from his seat, casually named five more first-year players, and walked towards the empty field not far away.

The first-year players have been training for a while except for martial arts. Anzai Masayoshi did not find that the player had outstanding talents. On the contrary, Jinguji Martial Arts, who came to the court today, attracted his attention.

Therefore, Masayoshi Anzai did not intend to watch the practice matches of other team members. Instead, he was interested in the physical test level of martial arts.

Jinguji Budo, who was in the stadium, heard Masayoshi Anzai's words, stopped his return to defense, glanced at the gorgeous score difference with some reluctance, and walked out of the stadium silently.

"Physical test. It's just a good way to see my abilities."

"It also makes it easier to formulate the next training plan."

"I didn't join the basketball team just to score zero points."

Budao breathed a sigh of relief, lifted up his clothes and wiped his sweat, clenched his fists, and walked towards Anxi Zhengyi.

(End of chapter)