Slam Dunk: My Study Abroad Career in Northern Hunan

Chapter 5 Super Martial Arts System?!

Author: Chief Disciple of the Beggar Clan

Chapter 5 Super Martial Arts System?!

"Activation conditions have been met!"

"The super martial arts system is activated!"

"Jinguji Martial Arts, height 184.7cm, weight 65kg, strength: junior high school level E, agility: junior high school level A, physical coordination: B level."

"Destiny: ordinary."

"Daily tasks."

"Please complete 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and run 10KM before 00.00 at night."

"Task reward: Strain recovery potion! (Eliminate fatigue and feel relaxed!)"

"Martial Arts: None"

Listening to the sudden voice in his mind and looking at the entry that suddenly appeared in his eyes, Jinguji Martial Arts couldn't help but take a breath, and the temperature of the entire gymnasium dropped sharply by two degrees.

"hiss!!!"

An interface automatically popped up in Jinguji Budo's mind, as if it was the mission panel in a low-quality online game in his previous life. If another Zha Zhahui popped up and yelled, "Brothers, come and kill me." That would be a real disaster.

The Zhazha web game.

Not only is the interface extremely crude, but even the inexplicable daily tasks are full of flaws.

The four golden characters "Mediocre" were shining brightly among the many black entries, which stung the young mind of Jinguji Martial Arts.

Apart from being handsome, he is actually good for nothing?!

"Is this the legendary time traveler artifact?"

"Isn't it SD that I'm here? One-punch man?!!"

"Aren't you going to be bald if you do this task?!"

"Martial arts system? I traveled to SD to become the pinnacle of martial arts?! To fight monsters?"

"Or are you asking me to play Kung Fu Basketball?! Alien Zhou Shijie? Is this a Slam Dunk script?"

"You've traveled so long and you want to play with this for me?"

The moment the entry popped up, Wu Dao thought a lot. Just as Wu Dao secretly complained, the team's coach looked at Wu Dao who was stunned and urged: "This classmate, what's wrong with you?"

"Quickly introduce yourself."

The coach's words brought Martial Arts back to reality, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when he saw all the teenagers in front of him looking at him blankly.

"We'll study it later."

Wu Dao put aside the system matters, cleared his throat with a light cough, and said:

"Hello everyone, my name is Martial Arts! Oh, Jinguji Martial Arts!"

"First grade, height is about 185cm and weight is 65kg. Please give me your advice in the future."

Wu Dao's self-introduction was quite brief, and there was not much difference between what he said and what he didn't say, which meant that everyone knew his name, height and weight. The coach on the side heard such a perfunctory self-introduction and couldn't help but ask:

"Jinguji-san, can you play basketball? Have you ever played basketball before?"

"If you have played, how long have you played? What position did you play before?"

The coach's words made Wu Dao silent for a while, and then he said:

"I have been exposed to basketball before, and I only know a little bit about basketball."

"I practice blindly by myself and have never played against anyone else. This is my first time participating in a serious team."

"In terms of position, I play guard!"

As Wu Dao spoke, he recalled that the experience he was talking about was actually the experience of Wu Dao, his true form in this world.

"Defender?!"

"This guy plays guard?!"

"Such a tall man, playing guard?"

Wu Dao's words obviously caused some commotion, many team members were whispering underneath, and even Hisashi Mitsui looked at Wu Dao with a strange look.

No one thought that Wu Dao, who was so tall, actually played as a defender. Before this, everyone thought that the guy in front of them played as a center!

"You only weigh 65kg? Defender." The coach touched his chin and looked at the boy in front of him. The coach had never seen a defender of this height, but he had never seen him in this country's junior high school competition.

The coach who thought of this wanted to take a look at martial arts abilities. If the boy in front of him could really play as a defender, then they would have an ultimate weapon for Takeshi Middle School.

When the time comes on the field, a 185cm tall man faces a group of defenders around 170cm tall. The scene is so beautiful that the coach wants to see it.

"It just so happens that our training today will start with a team training match."

"There are many new players this year. They were all doing simple physical training before. Let's see your basketball level today."

"The first-year players and the second- and third-year players are divided into two teams for a training match."

"Jinguji-san, you are wearing a sweatshirt anyway, so you should join in."

The coach clapped his hands and said loudly. Then he whispered in Wu Dao's ear.

"Good coach."

"Speaking of coach, I still don't know what your name is?"

Wu Dao nodded in response, and then asked, after communicating for such a long time, Wu Dao still didn't know the name of the elegant middle-aged man in front of him.

"My name is Anxi Zhengyi, you can just call me Coach Anxi from now on."

Anzai Masayoshi said with a smile, and Budo was confused when he heard the name of the coach. It was the first time he heard of someone called Masayoshi. If this guy was in the world of One Piece, he would definitely be the target of many pirates. He would definitely

Can't survive more than two episodes.

And the surname Anxi...why does it feel so familiar?

"Start the warm-up preparations. First graders, Inoue Rensaburo, Oda Nobuyoshi, Toyokawa Ichiro, Kuroishi Wataru and Jinguji Budo, you five will go first."

"The second and third grade students decide their own team members."

After Masayoshi Anzai finished speaking, he walked towards a basketball court in the venue, informed other clubs training in the venue, and then asked people to go to the equipment room to get scoreboards and other things. Before long, the preliminary work of the game was completed

All done.

"I am the referee. Come to the center of the field when you are ready."

Masayoshi Anzai shouted at the team members, then took out a whistle and hung it on his neck. The coach did not change his clothes, and stood directly on the edge of the field in a suit, waiting for the players to enter.

Wu Dao did not expect that he would have to play a game directly on his first day at the gym, and he was in a hurry. His shoes were not basketball shoes, but a pair of ordinary sneakers. He was not required to change when entering this kind of wooden court.

Shoes also show that this coach is very anxious.

"The coach who works hard is completely inconsistent with his appearance and temperament, but his personality is worthy of his muscles."

Wu Dao simply stretched, took off his coat and hurried into the field. He didn't have much time to exchange greetings with his teammates and went straight to the center of the field.

The second- and third-year players obviously didn’t take this kind of practice match to heart. After deciding on the five players to play, they went straight into the field without seeing them warm up. The first-year team obviously didn’t have this mentality, except for martial arts.

Except for this, everyone else only entered the venue after doing preparation activities seriously, which is enough to see how seriously these first-year players take this game.

"jump ball!"

Masayoshi Anzai took the ball and came to the center circle. He shouted loudly without any false politeness. After hearing this, a tall man from the senior group walked out and stood in the center circle, and the rest of the team members also took their positions one after another.

On the first grade side, everyone took their seats after hearing this, but no one walked to the center circle.

"First grade, jump ball."

Masayoshi Anzai stood in the middle circle, frowning slightly, a little unhappy with the first-year team members who were wasting time.

Wu Dao, who was positioned on the side, also looked at his teammates strangely. He didn't understand why no one jumped for the ball. At this moment, a first-year player walked up to Wu Dao and bent slightly.

Lowered his waist.

"Classmate, there's someone here. I'm going to guard this senior. There's a jump ball missing in the middle circle. What are you doing here?" Wu Dao looked at his first-year teammate who was walking next to him in surprise and asked.

However, the other party did not reply. Instead, he looked at Martial Arts with a strange look.

"???"

"What are you looking at?"

"I'm a defender!"

Looking at the other person's eyes, Wu Dao knew what the boy was thinking and cursed in a low voice.

The next second, all the first-year players on the court focused their attention on Wu Dao.

After a long stalemate, Wu Dao finally couldn't stand the stares from everyone else, so he stood in the center circle obediently. He had no choice but to play center for the time being, because his teammates were all short.

(End of chapter)