Slam Dunk: My Study Abroad Career in Northern Hunan

Chapter 51 160cm versus 185cm

Author: Chief Disciple of the Beggar Clan

Chapter 51 160cm versus 185cm

Masayoshi Anzai did not formulate a so-called playing style or plan in this game. It gave his players ample space to perform.

Mitsui Hisashi's decision to let Jinguji Budo focus on attack did not arouse opposition from other team members. On the contrary, several people nodded slightly in agreement. Captain Fujii Masao even walked to Budo's side and encouraged him:

"Martial arts, shoot with confidence, I will protect the rebound."

Fujii had a soft and friendly smile on his face, giving him martial arts encouragement. Already in his third year of junior high school, he was not eager for offensive possessions. All he wanted was victory, and nothing was more important than victory.

"I'll keep going." Wu Dao replied with a smile, and then looked at the players from the opposite No. 4 Middle School.

Today's competition is actually the time to test the results of martial arts training during this period.

The conference gave both teams twenty minutes of warm-up time. During the players' warm-up, the referees were also discussing the scale of penalties. There were a few local newspaper reporters standing scattered on the edge of the stadium, but these reporters were all

He looked bored, obviously not interested in this game.

After taking a few scattered shots, I wrote the manuscript there. In fact, the content of their report today was almost completed when the opening ceremony was just underway. As for the report of this game? It is not important.

In the noisy environment, the warm-up time passed quietly.

As the referee's sharp whistle sounded in the stadium, the players from the two teams returned to the rest area to make one last adjustment and then walked into the stadium. As the players entered the stadium and took their positions, the buzzing sound from the audience also

It was a lot quieter at this time.

Jinguji Budo, wearing a white team uniform, walked into the court with the players, and then stood on the side of his half. Not long after he took his position, a member of the No. 4 Middle School wearing a blue No. 5 jersey

Standing in front of him.

The height of this player from No. 4 Middle School is only as high as Wu Dao’s chest, which is almost two head height difference from Wu Dao. Although Wu Dao is not tall, the player from No. 4 Middle School is not strong either. Standing at Wu Dao’s height,

In front of me, I was like a child standing in front of adults.

Wu Dao lowered his head and looked condescendingly at the member of the No. 4 Middle School. His expression changed several times, and a strong sense of guilt suddenly emerged in his heart.

"I'm afraid I'm only 160cm tall? Why would I let this person guard me?"

"Is there an advantage in fighting a small one against a large one?"

While Wu Dao was puzzled, he looked at other places in the stadium.

This situation also happened in other places on the court. The player Chiba Oishi was playing against was about a head taller than Chiba Oishi. According to visual inspection, his height was around 170cm. The center who jumped the ball with Masao Fujii in the middle circle was also much shorter than Fujii.

, it looks like it should be around 180cm.

There is not much difference in height between the No. 4 players in Taro Toyokawa's group and Hisashi Mitsui's group.

However, the difference in the average height of the two teams was immediately reflected the moment the players took their positions. The martial arts team was the most exaggerated.

As the players completed their positions, the buzz in the audience became much louder.

"Hey, hey, are you making a mistake? Isn't this bullying?"

"The Fourth Middle School is really pitiful. In the first game, they actually met Takeshi Middle School, the top eight team from the previous year. The difference in strength is visible to the naked eye!"

The audience looked at the players of the two teams who had finished their positions on the court and expressed sympathy for the No. 4 Middle School. The matchup between Jinguji Budo was so conspicuous that even the audience in the stands could clearly see

I saw the height difference between the two.

The voices of the audience were not quiet, and the players in the stadium could more or less hear part of it clearly. The players standing in front of Wu Dao had a slightly red face, and seemed to have some stage fright, but when they looked up at Wu Dao, their eyes were slightly frightened.

, but also extremely firm.

"Huh" Wu Dao breathed a sigh of relief, threw away the guilt in his heart, and encouraged softly:

"Let's work hard together and try to bring victory to our team."

Wu Dao's words made the little boy in front of him obviously stunned. After two seconds, he nodded heavily. Even his nervousness was relieved a lot because of Wu Dao's words.

"Beep!"

The referee walked into the court with the ball, stood in the center circle, blew the whistle, and then threw the basketball into the air.

"Drink!!" Masao Fujii shouted loudly as he jumped the ball in the middle circle. He took the lead before the center of the fourth center. With his timing and height advantage, he got ahead of the opponent and successfully took the shot.

basketball.

The basketball flew directly and quickly diagonally backward, and the direction it flew to was exactly where the martial arts was.

Wu Dao's position was not very good. The No. 5 player from the fourth middle school took a better position by turning sideways, waiting for the basketball to fly into his hands.

"Successfully stole their jump ball!" No. 5 of the 4th Middle School was secretly surprised. He didn't expect that the card position would be so smooth. He stared at the basketball tightly, waiting for the basketball to fly into his hands.

However, just when the basketball flew over his head, a big hand suddenly popped out from the top of his head, and then a long arm appeared in his sight. Number 4 in 5 tried his best to straighten it.

His arms only reached the elbow of the arm behind him, and he watched helplessly as the basketball was taken away by that big hand.

Picking flowers from the top is quite easy.

Wu Dao didn't even need to jump, he easily took the basketball into his hands, glanced sideways at the dazed No. 4 Middle School players in front of him, opened some distance, and slowly advanced towards the frontcourt with the ball. After Wu Dao picked up the ball and advanced.

, the No. 5 in the fourth center seemed to have come to his senses, silently returned to the field, and entered the defensive position in advance.

"Victory will come very easily!" Masayoshi Anzai saw this scene below the court, a smile suddenly appeared on his calm face, and he murmured softly.

In the court, Budo entered the frontcourt with the ball. Others from Takeishi Middle School didn't even move very much. They were scattered evenly near the three-point line. Only Masao Fujii was left in the inside, making the entire area within the three-point line

They were all empty. After taking their positions, the several martial arts team members focused their attention on martial arts, waiting for something.

In front of Wu Dao, the No. 5 player from No. 4 Middle School kept his body low and lowered his center of gravity. His eyes were fixed on Wu Dao and he did not dare to relax for a moment. Wu Dao saw the opponent's appearance and sighed slightly, dribbling the ball.

Arriving in front of him, he turned around, lowered his center of gravity, and leaned half sideways against the other person.

Wu Dao was not in a hurry, he just took the ball, chased the opponent, and pressed towards the three-point line.

Wu Dao's power has indeed only risen to the D level of junior high school, but he still easily drove the opponent into the three-point line. A member of the Fourth Middle School who was closer to Wu Dao seemed to have noticed that his teammates could not stop him.

Stop the opponent, move your steps and try to step forward to help defend.

But before the opponent arrived, Wu Dao put the ball together with both hands, turned around and faced the basket directly, and turned around and shot a jumper about two meters inside the three-point line.

Wu Dao's movements were very neat and smooth. Although the player from No. 4 Middle School who was guarding him tried very hard to defend Wu Dao's shot, he tried to straighten his arms and could not reach the basketball at all. He was unable to hit Wu Dao's jump shot.

Even the slightest threat.

Martial Arts, where you don't feel any defensive pressure, feels like training. You are not nervous at all, not impatient at all, and you can just shoot the ball easily and comfortably.

"Whoa!" The basketball fell steadily into the basket, and a crisp sound of net brushing sounded from the court.

Wu Dao, who successfully hit the first goal of the competition, not only did not feel much excitement and joy at this moment, but also felt deeply boring.

The feeling was like an ethereal state after a shiver.

Wu Dao likes to play and compete, but what he likes is a close match and a hearty performance. The member of the Fourth Middle School in front of him obviously cannot give Wu Dao this feeling.

Wu Dao, who successfully scored points, did not do anything to celebrate. He turned around and slowly ran back towards his own half.

"How, how lonely it is to be invincible~"

The silent BGM lingered around Martial Arts, and his back actually seemed a little lonely and empty at this moment.

(End of chapter)