Slam Dunk: My Study Abroad Experience at Xiangbei

Chapter 152: destiny!

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There was no suspense in the match between Lingnan High School and Wuyuan. Wuyuan was able to enter the semi-finals because of the group bonus. There were no outstanding teams in their group. In terms of team strength, Wuyuan was at most a team in the top eight of the county competition, and it was also in the middle among the top eight of the county competition.

The team that played against Takezono was Ryonan High School, which had Sendoh, Uozumi and Shinomiya Tano. The difference in hard power between the two teams was too great. By the middle of the first half, the difference between the two teams had widened to 20 points.

31:10.

The game had only been going on for ten minutes, but the result had already been announced.

"Apart from the improvement in that guy's physical fitness, I can't see anything else."

"Sure enough, Wu Yuan is still too weak. There is no way to force Lingnan to use his full strength."

"We will have to wait until we officially fight each other to know how much progress Ryonan has made during this period of time."

Jinguji Budou stood at the edge of the stands, holding the railing with both hands, watching the game on the field, thinking to himself. Budou had actually predicted the result of the game. He came back to watch this game mainly to see if Ryonan had anything else hidden.

After all, in their previous match with Hainan, Hainan did not fight for its life at all. The two teams could be said to have stopped at the appropriate point, and neither side played to their 100% strength.

"Hanamichi, tomorrow evening at the same place. I'll bring a friend over to introduce you to him."

"If you practice alone without an opponent, your progress will be too slow."

Budou knew that this match was not enough to show the strength of Ryonan, so he had no intention of continuing to watch. To be honest, Buzono's play was a bit ugly, and it was boring to watch the crushing game. Before leaving, Budou said something to Sakuragi Hanamichi, and then left the stands.

"opponent?"

"Do you need an opponent for practice?" Sakuragi Hanamichi looked at Takeshi's back as he left, scratched his head, and asked the people around him in confusion. Yohei and others also shook their heads, obviously not knowing what Takeshi was planning.

...

When Wudao returned to the Xiangbei lounge, Akagi and others were still sleeping. Judging from their looks, they would not be able to get up for a while. Coach Anxi was sitting on a chair in the lounge, looking down at a stack of information.

There were a few members of the Shohoku team sitting scattered on the other seats, chatting in low voices. When they saw Jinguji Takedo coming in, they all nodded at him as a greeting.

Coach Anzai heard the noise, looked up, and saw that it was Jinguji Takeshi. He pushed his glasses up, smiled, and waved at Takeshi.

"Coach." Wudao greeted Coach Anxi when he saw him, walked up to him, and while greeting him, he looked curiously at the information in Coach Anxi's hand.

"Budo, after today's match, our Xiangbei team will officially enter the national competition."

"I asked a good friend to collect these for me. At this stage, the teams from all over the country have confirmed their qualification."

"I called you over here so that you can take a look at the information of these teams that may become our opponents."

Coach Anxi said, and pointed at a few pieces of information from his hand and handed them to Jinguji Takeshi. It was not until then that Takeshi realized that the stack of information in Coach Anxi's hand was not just one, but many. Obviously, Takeshi was not the only one who needed to see the information.

"Okay." Wudao nodded, took the information and found an empty seat to sit down. Before flipping through the information, Wudao raised his head and glanced at Coach Anxi. After Coach Anxi gave the information to Wudao, he lowered his head and started reading again, looking unusually serious.

"Coach Anxi, what a big change." Wu Dao sighed in his heart. Coach Anxi now cares about the team's affairs. Wu Dao knows what Coach Anxi should be like. Free-range is Coach Anxi's consistent coaching style since he entered high school.

Coach Anzai only asked friends to collect information until he encountered Sanno Industrial.

Thinking of this, Wudao shook his head and casually flipped through the information in his hand. Several counties have completed the county selection. The qualified teams from Gunma, Nara, and Okinawa are all on the information. After flipping through it, Wudao didn't see any familiar teams. Sanno Industrial in Akita, Touoma High School in Osaka, and the two teams in Aichi were all nowhere to be seen.

It seems that these regions have not completed the selection yet.

Wudao casually flipped through the small stack of information and stuffed it into his bag. Although they were all strong teams in the country, Wudao really couldn't muster up much interest.

He took a quick look at the players' profiles. The guards were generally not over 180cm tall, and only a few centers were over 190cm tall, with a very small number close to two meters. Even without watching the games of those players, just looking at their physical fitness, martial arts was no longer interesting.

His own height has reached 195cm. Even if the opponent is very strong, it is very difficult to defend him if he is not even 180cm tall. It can be said that among the pile of information provided by Coach Anxi, no one is a match for Jinguji Budo.

"Um?"

"Budo, have you finished reading it?"

Coach Anxi obviously heard the sound of Wudao putting the information into his bag. He raised his head, looked at Wudao and asked.

"After a quick glance, there are no opponents worthy of note."

Budou did not evade Coach Anzai and directly expressed his thoughts. Hearing this, Coach Anzai pushed up his glasses and stared at Jinguji Budou for a long time, with a round smile on his face.

“Hohoho.”

"Indeed, if it were you, there would be no decent opponents among those teams!"

"In the next match against Ryonan High School, we at Shohoku won't play tactical tactics and will let you play one-on-one. What do you think? Budo."

Coach Anxi gathered the information in his hands, placed it on the small table beside him, and suddenly asked Wu Dao.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Wu Dao was stunned when he heard this and didn't understand what Coach Anxi meant.

"It means exactly what it says. I have decided to let you play the ball in the next game against Ryonan. As for whether to pass the ball or not, it's up to you to choose."

"In the first and second half, the ball was controlled by you and Mitsui Shou respectively."

"I want to see where the limits of the two of you are."

"Only in this way can I properly arrange the playing time for both of you in the national competition."

"The national competition is not a county competition. The back-to-back competition system means that a team like our Xiangbei team cannot go far. But I am not willing to give up. I hope Xiangbei can go further and even win the championship. To do this, it is necessary to give something."

Coach Anxi said, tapping the small table with his fingers rhythmically. During the conversation between Coach Anxi and Wudao, the players of Xiangbei were silent, all looking over here, listening carefully. After Coach Anxi finished speaking, the lounge fell into silence, with only Akagi's subtle snoring, which sounded rhythmically.

After a long while, Wu Dao asked, "Does it have to be during the match with Ryonan? Can't we play a practice match with Ryonan after the match?"

Coach Anxi shook his head and said, "A practice match is just a practice match after all."

Wudao frowned when he heard this. He also understood what Coach Anzai meant. He wanted to confirm the strengths of Mitsui Shou and himself. Only by knowing the limits of the players clearly could he make reasonable arrangements during the game.

However, if the game is carried out according to Coach Anzai's method, with Mitsui Shou and Budou playing half the game each, the chance of winning against Ryonan will be almost zero. That opponent is not something that can be easily dealt with. Carrying out Coach Anzai's arrangement means that Xiangbei will lose the opportunity to win the Kanagawa Prefecture Championship.

"... ..."

"good!"

Wu Dao thought for a long time and nodded in agreement. Regardless of whether Xiangbei and Ryonan won or lost, they had already qualified. In order to go further in the national competition, it was not unacceptable to pay some price at this stage.

Moreover, even with this style of play, Xiangbei is still not without any chance!

"Then it depends on whether the two guys from Ryonan will take the bait. As long as they take the bait, there is still a chance to fight for the championship." Wudao thought in his heart and looked at Mitsui Hisashi who was sleeping soundly.

... ..

The game between Xiangbei High School and Ryonan High School will be in three days. After the game between Xiangbei and Hainan, Xiangbei High School will officially enter its summer vacation.

After defeating Hainan, Coach Anxi gave the players a day off. This relaxed and moderate arrangement gave the Xiangbei players plenty of time to rest.

However, early in the morning, Takeshi Jinguji came to the Shohoku gym alone and started his training for the day.

As summer vacation approaches, the campus is empty, without a single person in sight. Wu Dao doesn't close the door after arriving at the gym. Anyway, no one will come to disturb him at this time, so he leaves the door open to get some fresh air.

Outside the stadium, the breeze blew the small trees on the roadside, making a rustling sound. The sunlight was neither hot nor dry, and the light shone into the stadium through the windows on the east side of the stadium.

In late June, the temperature in Kanagawa was not very high.

Inside the arena, Jinguji Budou stood outside the three-point line in the bottom corner and shot directly. As the basketball flew out of his hands, Budou quickly ran towards the basket.

"Shua!" After a slight sound, the basketball went into the net. Not long after, Wu Dao came to the basket, grabbed the basketball, and ran to the three-point line on the opposite corner. After arriving at the position, there was no extra movement. He turned around with the ball, quickly shot backwards, and then ran to the basket again. This cycle repeats over and over again.

The training of three-point shooting requires a combination of movement and stillness. Silly open shots can only barely maintain one's competitive state, but how much training effect it can have is another matter. Some people are very accurate in open shots after practicing this way, but once someone defends them, they immediately fall behind. Or when the game starts, they can't switch from running to shooting in a short time, and their accuracy is completely lost.

Only by practicing quick three-point shooting and picking up the ball by yourself can you restore the game environment to the greatest extent and achieve the real training effect.

Of course, the training effect would be better if there were someone defending, and such training is very physically demanding.

After throwing twenty balls, beads of sweat appeared on Jinguji Budo's face.

"Just 90 seconds, 16 of 20 three-pointers, a mediocre result!"

After Jinguji Takeshi finished his twentieth shot, he immediately glanced at the clock. Exactly one and a half minutes had passed. He muttered to himself and started dribbling the ball. Suddenly, a slight sound came from his mind, which instantly caught Takeshi's attention.

“This is… ”

Takeshi Jinguji opened his system panel for the first time in a long time and checked his personal information. He almost forgot when was the last time he opened the system panel.

"Jinguji Budo, height 195.8cm, weight 85kg, strength: high school A-level, agility: high school S-level, body coordination: S-level."

"Destiny: to be ordinary, to have a firm original intention, to kill in the last second."

"Daily tasks."

"Please complete 200 push-ups, 150 sit-ups, 300 squats, and 15KM of running before 00:00 at night."

“Mission Reward: Strain Recovery Potion! (Relieve fatigue and feel relaxed!)”

"Martial Arts: Golden Bell Cover and Iron Cloth Shirt (specially countered by Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms), max level."

Takeshi Jinguji opened his attribute panel and took a look. At first glance, he saw two golden S-level ratings on the attribute column. Before that, neither his agility nor his body coordination ratings reached S-level. Moreover, Takeshi also found that there was an extra red entry in the Destiny column.

"A countdown to a lore kill?!"

"What is this?"

Wudao glanced at the extra entry in the Destiny column, and then his eyes fell on the Martial Arts column. The level of the Golden Bell Cover and Iron Cloth Shirt, which had always been 1, became MAX. He didn't even know how this thing was upgraded.

"I've got this so-called cheat, but I still don't understand what it does. If I'm practicing martial arts, I'm also practicing judo. I've been practicing for so long, but I haven't gained any new skills."

"Except for the potion I give you every day, which is somewhat useful, the rest is really useless."

"Now there's an inexplicable new destiny of 'countdown kill'. Is this really a martial arts system?!"

Jinguji Takeshi turned off his panel and pondered in his heart. Thinking of this, Takeshi suddenly froze.

"Super Martial Arts... Could it be that this Martial Arts doesn't mean practicing martial arts?!" Although Wu Dao had some guesses in his mind, when he saw the "Martial Arts" column, he couldn't help but shook his head and laughed, secretly sighing that he was thinking too much.

Ignoring this incomprehensible system, Wudao took a short break and continued his training.

Immersed in the training, Jinguji Budo didn't notice the passage of time. After completing a set of three-point rapid-fire shots, Budo placed a few obstacles on the ground and began to train the footwork of dribbling, change of direction, quick stop jump shots, etc. Although the types of training are varied, there are only two key points, that is, footwork and shooting.

These two things are the weapons that allow martial artists to survive on the court. Without any one of them, he will not be able to survive on the court.

"This... this jump shot, what a beautiful posture!"

What Jinguji Budou didn't know was that while he was immersed in training, a camera had been set up at the door for nearly ten minutes. It captured all the scenes of Jinguji Budou's sudden stop and backward training. And as Budou scored another shot, the person behind the camera finally couldn't help but exclaimed in admiration.

"Who is it?!" Wudao heard the sound at the door, frowned slightly, and turned to look outside the door.

"Hello, I'm a sports reporter for Basketball Weekly, my name is Yayoi Aida."

"You must be Jinguji Budou from Xiangbei, right? I've seen you on the field. Can I interview you?!"

As he was speaking, a beautiful young woman walked out from the side of the door. She had fair skin, delicate features, short black hair, and was wearing a shirt and trousers, dressed like a professional woman.

Behind Yayoi Aida, there was a young man carrying a camera and wearing a yellow armband on his arm. He did not stop filming even when Yayoi Aida was speaking.

"Reporter?! Of course I can accept the interview, but could you please delete the footage you took earlier?"

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