Slam Dunk: My Study Abroad Career in Northern Hunan

Chapter 12 Weak and weak!

Author: Chief Disciple of the Beggar Clan

Chapter 12 Weak. Extremely weak!

"What about bench press? Speaking of which, my strength entry is junior high school level E. I just want to see what this level is like."

Under the guidance of Masayoshi Anzai, Jinguji Budo lay on the flat bench for bench presses. Masayoshi Anzai touched his chin, calculated the weight, and added weight plates to the barbell.

"Let's get a smaller one first, converted according to your weight, 50KG."

Masayoshi Anzai helped increase the weight of the tablets and was full of expectations.

"50KG? It's an average weight, so it should be fine."

Jinguji Martial Arts used to be a healthy person, and 50kg is not a problem for ordinary people, but he seems to have forgotten that his current physique is not what it used to be.

After Masayoshi Anzai added the weight plates, he walked to the position of Budao's head and protected Budao's safety with his hands under the barbell. Budao rubbed his hands, grabbed the barbell, and slowly exerted force.

"Huh?!" But no matter how hard he tried, the barbell couldn't even leave the weight rack.

"What's wrong? Martial arts."

"Lift it up!"

Masayoshi Anzai glanced at Jinguji Martial Arts who was blushing strangely, and asked strangely.

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"Well, 50kg may be a bit heavy for me, coach, please be lighter."

When Jinguji Budo spoke, he could feel his face getting hot. He didn't expect that his strength would be so poor.

"Well, 50kg is indeed quite heavy for a junior high school student. Let's reduce it to 40kg. There shouldn't be any problem with this weight."

Masayoshi Anzai also realized that the weight he gave to martial arts was a bit too much, so he quickly reduced the weight and adjusted it to 40kg.

"Hey, thank you, coach!"

Jinguji Martial Arts smiled and thanked him. It’s only 40KG, so it shouldn’t be a problem!

"Um!"

"Um?"

"Mmmmmmmmmmm!!!"

Jinguji Budo's hands were tightly grasping the barbell, his expression was ferocious, veins were pulsing on his arms and face, and he let out a low growl, as if he was using all his strength.

However, the barbell was only slightly separated from the support frame, and the martial arts arms were slightly bent. No matter how hard I tried, I could not straighten my arms.

He can't lift 40kg

"Dang!" There was a soft sound, the barbell returned to its position, and Wu Dao gave up.

"Coach, it looks like 40kg is a bit heavy."

Jinguji Budo's face is no longer red, but his entire face is dark.

Masayoshi Anzai was also a little surprised, but he didn't say much and silently reduced the weight to 30KG. Jinguji Budo looked at the petite weights on both sides of the barbell, and his face couldn't help but darken a little.

This mini weight is exactly the same as the one used by the big devil when he was training. Even when he was training, he...

This time, Jinguji Budo finally successfully completed a bench press, and even wanted to do a few more in order to make his image in Anzai Masayoshi's heart less thin.

But in the end, it was counterproductive. Jinguji Martial Arts could only do four bench presses with a weight of 30KG.

When he got up from the flat bench, Wu Dao's entire face was like the bottom of a pot that had been burnt and polished for a long time, black and translucent.

"That's great, Jinguji-kun, you can still do four 30KG bench presses."

Mitsui Hisashi came to Jinguji Budo, patted Budo on the back and said with emotion. If Budo hadn't seen Mitsui Hisashi's clear eyes, he would have no doubt that the other person's words were mocking him.

Also, he looks thin, and Hisashi Mitsui doesn't look like a macho type. Maybe the 30kg bench press is really okay in his mind.

"My strength is a bit lacking! My bench press strength is about the same as Mitsui's. I can't hit the inside with this kind of strength."

"I asked you why I didn't see this little bullet jumping over people during the game."

"When there is a huge difference in strength, if someone is stuck in his position, he will not be able to take off with all his strength. If he wants to maintain the basic position, he will have to use all his strength."

Anxi Zhengyi touched his chin, looked at the martial arts, and began to think in his mind.

"The intensity of strength training during junior high school should not be very high, as it affects growth and development but outweighs the gain."

"But if this kid doesn't strengthen his strength training, there is no way he can survive in the paint."

"It is still useful to rely on the advantage of height in the prefectural competition, but if you enter the national level, there will be many centers over 180cm, and their strength will far exceed Chiba Oishi."

"It's very difficult to defend against someone like that!"

"It seems like it would be better to play power forward to help protect the frame and defend."

After learning about Budo's physical test level, Masayoshi Anzai began to think about it and deduced in his mind the possible starting position for Budo. Originally, he planned to place Budo at the center position, but after the bench press data came out, he gave up temporarily.

This idea.

"Well, coach, I actually play as a defender. It's my first time to play in a venue with such a wooden floor today, and I didn't perform as well as I should."

"You give me some time to adapt, and I will definitely show my value on the back line."

Jinguji Budo saw Anzai Masayoshi frowning and knew what the other party was thinking. Anzai Masayoshi's words before that "he is a good material for a center" scared him.

Wu Dao's goal is not just campus basketball. To win the national championship, he himself also needs to develop.

Before his height is finalized, Wu Dao only wants to train on the back line. Only in this way, even if he has to transform in the future, it will not be too difficult. If he decides on the center position early, he is afraid that his height will not exceed two meters in the future.

Then it would be impossible to hit the ball.

Transforming from a center to a defender is really not an easy task.

"Defender?"

"If you are a defender, I will watch your next training."

"Whether you can play or not depends on your ability."

"But if you want to play center or power forward, I can promise you playing time and give you a jersey today!"

"You have to think about it!"

Hearing this, Masayoshi Anzai raised his head and stared at Budo, and said in a deep voice. The dribbling level that Budo showed today was not recognized by him. Even if Budo was tall and had excellent jumping skills, he would not give Budo a chance to play.

A defender's life is dribbling, and martial arts' dribbling is life-saving.

"I've decided, I'll play guard!"

Wu Dao stood up straight and said.

"In that case, let's do this for now. Starting tomorrow, you will officially participate in the basketball team's training. You will gather in the gym before 6 a.m. and train until the first class."

"I came to the gym as soon as possible after class in the afternoon. Training ends at 18.30. Training uniforms will be distributed tomorrow. You have to bring your own sneakers."

"Today is an exception. Generally speaking, outside shoes are not allowed on the court."

"If there are no other problems, go back and rest early. You'll be fine today."

Masayoshi Anzai told Budo about the training time of the basketball club, and then left with Budo's data. He also planned to continue watching the games of other first-year players to look for any missing pearls.

"Jinguji-kun, let me introduce to you. This is the captain of the basketball team, third-year Masao Fujii."

"Don't leave yet. We live close by. Let's go back together after it's over."

After Masayoshi Anzai left, Hisashi Mitsui said to Martial Arts.

"Hello, Jinguji Budo, welcome to join the Takeishi Middle School Basketball Club!" Masao Fujii, the captain, was very polite to Budo and extended his hand towards Budo.

"Thank you, Captain Fujii." Budo held Masao Fujii's hand, looked at this harmless face, and searched for memories.

This is someone he has never seen before!

The competition between freshmen and seniors is still going on.

After all, Anzai Masayoshi did not find the dusty pearl among the freshmen. Rather than saying it was a selection, it was better to say that it was a warning to the freshmen, telling these freshmen not to have any unreasonable thoughts about the position of the main selection.

Both Hisashi Mitsui and Masao Fujii did not participate in the practice match, and had been watching the competition with Budo on the sidelines. The three of them also had a match without a match, and it was not until the sun set that the practice match came to an end.

After closing the door of the gymnasium, Jinguji Budo and Hisashi Mitsui left the gym together.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the campus, reflecting Wushi Middle School in a golden color.

"Martial Arts, I will call you this from now on. From now on, we are teammates."

"You are really lucky to be able to join the basketball team of Takeshi Middle School. This will be a team that dominates the country!"

Under the setting sun, a thirty-seven-year-old boy spoke to the sky about his ambitions. Budao could hear the hope and determination in Mitsui Hisashi's words, and nodded:

"Wushi Middle School is lucky to have me join."

"My presence will make Takeshi High School dominate the country."

Mitsui Shou was stunned for a moment when he heard Wu Dao's words. He thought he was already very crazy and stinky, but he didn't expect that this kid was even crazier and stinker than him. He was really choked by Wu Dao's words.

(End of chapter)