The progress of Xiangbei High School's tactical training was not very fast. As a public middle school, Xiangbei's student source conditions were quite average. Although the arrival of Mitsui Shou brought some popularity to Xiangbei's basketball team, Xiangbei's competition results were not so top-notch that year, so the enrollment effect was also quite average.
In general, except for a few people, the basic conditions of the freshmen of Xiangbei this year are relatively poor, and there are still quite a lot of problems in tactical practice.
Coach Anxi also changed his previous laissez-faire coaching policy. When the players were training, Coach Anxi stood on the side of the court and instructed the players on their positions. When communicating with other players, Coach Anxi's tone was calm and gentle, but when Wudao had problems with his position during training, Coach Anxi's voice would suddenly rise a few points.
Although he was not strict, everyone could feel that Coach Anxi's attitude towards Budo seemed to be different from his attitude towards others. Miyagi, who was training with Budo, could clearly feel that Coach Anxi's requirements for Budo were much higher than those for other players.
Whenever Wu Dao made a mistake in his positioning, Coach Anxi would always point it out to him immediately. As for the other players, they made many mistakes, but as long as they were not serious, Coach Anxi would not say anything.
In the past, the Xiangbei players mostly conducted basic training. Most people found slightly more advanced training such as tactical drills fresh, but this freshness only lasted for less than an hour.
After an hour, many people were tired of the repetitive running, and with so little rest time, most of the players could no longer run.
Don't underestimate the intensity of running during tactical drills. Most people can't handle nearly an hour of running training. For example, the players who practiced with Wudao would not move at all when defending, and would stand there as much as possible to avoid wasting energy. When it came to attacking, the players could run as slowly as they wanted, but in Wudao's eyes, it was no different from walking.
In the small ball era, the physical requirements are quite high. For example, the representative figure Curry, in order to get enough shooting space, runs about 4.2 kilometers in a game, and his playing time is only about 30 minutes.
This means that Curry's amount of exercise per unit time is quite terrifying. It's not just about running. Curry also needs to fight on the end and attack with the ball.
If Coach Anxi wants to implement this set of tactics in the Xiangbei High School team, the physical fitness of the players will be a limiting factor.
"Coach, the players' movement has obviously become very slow. Some players don't even move when defending."
"Would you like to take a break?"
Ayako watched the team members' training next to Coach Anzai. Seeing that many of the team members were already panting and pale, she couldn't help but ask with some concern.
Coach Anxi did not answer immediately. He looked at Mitsui Shou and found that the training of Mitsui Shou's three groups was barely carried out. They had more groups and the players had more rest time between training. However, Wudao's team only had two groups and no rotation. Most of the players were exhausted.
Wudao and Miyagi are still in good shape. Although Chiba Daishi is tired, he is a striker after all, and his physical strength is still pretty good. Except for these three, everyone else is no longer able to maintain the basic tactical requirements.
Coach Anzai noticed this and said to Ayako, "Ayako, let Budo, Miyagi, and Chiba come over. Let the other players rest."
"Yes!" Ayako breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Coach Anxi's words, and hurried to Budo's half of the field and stopped their training.
"Ahh~ I can finally rest. I feel like I'm going to die!"
“Ugh… Ugh…”
The team members who received the order to rest breathed a sigh of relief. Some of them even lay down on the floor without caring about their image, gasping for breath.
After the exercise stopped, some players retched on the sidelines. The retching of one person set off a chain reaction. The players who originally had no tendency to retch were led by this person and began to feel the urge one after another. For a while, many people ran out of the court.
"These people... have too little physical strength!" Wu Dao put his hands on his waist, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the players running out of the stadium, and couldn't help but sigh.
When he was in junior high school, he ran 10 kilometers every day. It took him two hours at the beginning, but now it only takes about 35 minutes. When he performs well, he can run in less than 32 minutes. If it were in modern times, Wudao's 10-kilometer running speed would be enough to make him a national first-class athlete. In amateur competitions, with Wudao's ability, he would be able to maintain third place and fight for second place.
Wudao's system only rated "High School A-" in the speed column, which was already the standard Level 2 level. Wudao guessed that the system's S-level rating might require him to reach the master level.
Although Xiangbei's training intensity is quite high, it is still far from enough for martial arts.
"Not everyone is like you, Takeshi." Chiba Daiishi listened to Takeshi's light words and felt that he had also suffered from Takeshi's AOE attack. He couldn't help but defend his team members.
Wudao shook his head and walked towards Coach Anxi. The physical fitness of Xiangbei's substitutes is really poor. The average level is far inferior to that of national powerhouses like Hainan, and even Ryonan. Xiangbei still has a long way to go.
Coach Anxi was waiting for Wudao, Miyagi and Chiba Oishi to come over. When they arrived, Coach Anxi arranged new training subjects for them.
During the passing and shooting practice, Coach Anxi obviously noticed that Wudao and the other two were in good physical condition and did not want to let Wudao and the others rest.
Although Coach Anxi thought so in his heart, he didn't say it that way when the words came to his lips.
"You three are our Xiangbei starting lineup, and our requirements for you will be different from others."
"But I know you're already very tired from the training just now, so just relax and practice shooting."
"The three of you coordinate with each other and go to that half of the court to practice passing and shooting. You are not allowed to shoot under the basket. You must shoot as soon as you receive the ball. Dribbling is not allowed."
"The three of you should take turns practicing. This way, you can have some rest time."
Coach Anxi's calculations were ringing loudly. He also knew that he couldn't blindly squeeze the potential of his players, so he took into account the rest time of Wudao and others when arranging the training. According to Coach Anxi's training requirements, with Wudao and his team's physical fitness, they would probably have to train for several more hours.
"Yes!" Chiba Daishi really wanted to rest, but when he heard the request from Coach Anxi, he decisively agreed. Miyagi, on the other hand, was excited. He finally got to experience the special treatment from the coach, and he felt very happy.
Mitsui Hisashi, who was in the other half of the game, just took a rest and noticed that Coach Anzai called Wudao and others separately. Then, seeing Miyagi's happy look on his face, he couldn't help feeling jealous.
He, Mitsui Hisashi, also wants Coach Anzai to give him special training!
The training of Xiangbei High School started at around 3:20 in the afternoon and lasted until 6 o'clock in the evening, lasting nearly three hours.
It was April and it got dark early. The originally bright sky had already become a little dark. The sun was driven to the horizon by the night. The whole sky seemed to be divided into two, one was daytime and the other was night. Stars could be vaguely seen in the sky.
"Ahh~ It's finally over!"
"I thought tactical training would be easier, but it turned out to be even more tiring than physical training!"
"If I knew tactical training would be like this, I would rather do physical training!"
The door of the Xiangbei basketball stadium was opened, and Chiba Daishi, wearing a training suit and carrying a bag, walked out of the stadium. Behind him, many Xiangbei players followed, bending over and walking out with heavy steps.
Although the players were physically tired, they all looked very happy after the training.
"Qianye, stop complaining. You are already very lucky to be able to receive shooting guidance from Coach Anxi. This is a treatment that other players don't have, (—.—)."
Mitsui Hisashi squinted his eyes and said with some jealousy that he had practiced running for the entire afternoon, and if possible, he would also like Coach Anzai to teach him how to shoot, although his shooting was already very good.
"Oh... Never mind. If I keep running I might die."
"I'm not that guy. I don't have that much physical strength."
When Chiba Daishi was speaking, everyone couldn't help but look back at the stadium. The team's training had obviously ended, but the sound of basketballs hitting the rim could still be heard from time to time in the stadium.
After the training, Wudao still stayed in the gym, practicing three-point shooting and shooting another 200 balls. This was the task Wudao set for himself after the training.
Of course, Takeshi was not the only one in the gym. Miyagi Ryouta didn't seem to be in a hurry to go home. Knowing that Takeshi was going to practice shooting, he consciously acted as a caddy for Takeshi, passing the ball to Takeshi and picking up the ball, which greatly increased Takeshi's training efficiency.
Mitsui Shou looked at the two people training in the gym. Although he was tempted and wanted to continue training, the fatigue from his body made him give up the idea.
"The reason why he is strong is not just because of his talent." Mitsui said to his teammates, then turned around and walked towards the teaching building. He had a few friends and had made an appointment to have dinner together after the training.
Chiba and others did not stay at the entrance of the stadium for too long. They were already exhausted and what they wanted most was to lie down on the bed. In a word, they were eager to go home.
Akagi Takenori stood at the entrance of the gym, looking at the martial arts students who were training shooting inside. He made a secret decision in his heart, and after watching for a while, he walked out of the school gate with Murasakibara.
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"Ade, have you heard? Some time ago, Hayashida Hui from Mingjian High School brought a few people to Wako Middle School to block people, and was taught a lesson by the junior high school students."
"Those people at Mingjian High School are really no good! They can't even handle junior high school students!"
In the corridor of the second grade of the teaching building, three students in school uniforms were leaning against the window and chatting.
Horita Tokuo leaned against the wall with one hand on the window sill, looking at the scenery outside the window. He was a high school student with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a square face, a height of a little over 180cm, and a shiny slicked-back hair. The high school student frowned, revealing a faint "God of Gamblers" aura.
Next to him, a man with glasses was leaning on the windowsill and said with a smile.
"Hahaha! Those people in Mingjian High School are really going backwards. They attacked junior high school students and got taught a lesson. They can't compare to us!"
"Speaking of which, how are the first-year students this year?"
Next to the man with glasses, a young man with small eyes who looked like a minion spoke with a smile.
"They are all quite obedient, but I heard that there is a guy named Miyagi Ryouta who was a famous person in junior high school!"
"And that first-year student Jinguji Budo, I've heard a lot of people talking about him today, he seems pretty awesome."
"Denan, how about it? Do you want to go meet these two guys?"
Horita Tokuo seemed not to have heard what his two companions said and was still looking out the window. Suddenly, footsteps were heard in the corridor. Horita Tokuo turned his head and saw the handsome young man who appeared at the end of the corridor. His frown relaxed.
"You, sorry for the wait!" Mitsui Shou greeted with a smile, holding a bag in one hand.
When the man with glasses saw the newcomer, he shouted happily, "Sanjing! You're finally here! We've been waiting so long!"
"Haha, the training took a little too long, sorry." Mitsui Shou said with a smile, walked to Horita Tokuo, put his arm around his shoulders and asked, "Tokuo, what are we having for dinner? Aren't you treating us today? We agreed that I don't want sushi."
"It's up to you. I won a few games playing steel balls on my day off."
Horita Tokuo said with a smile, his serious expression gone. After he finished speaking, he turned to the man with glasses and said, "Just do what you want with what happened just now."
"What happened just now? What happened?" Mitsui Hisashi couldn't help but ask curiously when he heard Horita Tokuo and the others playing charades.
Several of his friends were considered half-gangsters in Xiangbei. They had bad tempers and would teach a lesson to anyone they disliked. However, Mitsui Shou had a good relationship with them. No one knew how Mitsui became good friends with them. It was not just them. Mitsui's social circle was quite wide and he had many friends outside of school as well.
The man with glasses didn't have a lot of wits. When he heard Mitsui Shou asked, he didn't hide it and said directly: "Oh, nothing, there are just two first-year students who are said to be quite arrogant. I plan to meet them."
"First-year? Who is that?" Mitsui Shou had never heard of any "crazy" first-year in Shohoku during this period of time, so he couldn't help but ask curiously.
"One is called Miyagi Ryouta. I heard he was a little famous in junior high school. I was busy 'communicating' with the third graders before and didn't have time to take care of him. Now that I have some free time, I plan to go and take a look."
"There's also a guy called Jinguji Budo, who's a famous person in the school."
"Come to think of it, this Jinguji Budo is from your basketball team, right?"
"Mitsui, how about I give you a favor and not cause trouble for him?"
The man with glasses said with a smile, seemingly seeking Mitsui's opinion.
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"The two you mentioned are both on our basketball team."
"I don't know what Miyagi Ryouta was like in the past, but he didn't cause any trouble during his time with the team. You don't have to look for him. He won't be a problem."
"As for Jinguji Budo, I advise you not to cause trouble to him. Don't say he is a member of my basketball team. It will not do you any good if you go to him. I am doing this for your own good."
Mitsui Hisashi's words aroused some interest of Horita Tokuo. From what Mitsui Hisashi said, that Jinguji Budo seemed to be a monkey Sairega.
"Mitsui, what is the origin of the Jinguji Budo you mentioned?"
Mitsui glanced at Horita Tokuo and said, "He started practicing judo in his country and won the national championship as a second-year student."
"Although he no longer competed for the school, I know that he never dropped out of his judo training."
"You haven't seen him. If you had, you wouldn't have such thoughts. He is 195cm tall this year, almost as tall as Akagi."
Mitsui Hisashi said this with a smile, while Horita Tokuo and others were stunned when they heard this.
They knew Akagi Takenori and the others. They had heard that Mitsui Shou had a conflict with Akagi, so they wanted to stand up for Mitsui Shou. However, after meeting Akagi, they no longer had such an idea.
Now they heard that there was a first-year student who was almost as tall as Akagi and was also a judo master. Such a person was completely beyond their ability to "handle".
"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. Just give Mitsui some face and go eat first."
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