Slam Dunk: My Study Abroad Experience at Xiangbei

Chapter 19: Senior, you can't grasp this immortal path!

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The defensive player of Qiuyue High School was stunned, and Mitsui Shou had already opened up a distance of nearly one meter from him. When he adjusted his center of gravity and wanted to defend, Mitsui Shou on the other side had already made a three-pointer. Qiuyue No. 5, who was completely deceived, could only watch the basketball fly over his head.

The spectators in the stadium subconsciously held their breath, quietly watching the basketball draw an arc in the air. Even the martial arts master Tong Kong shrank slightly, feeling a little excited.

"Ding~" a crisp sound of the ball hitting the frame rang out in the stadium.

Mitsui Shou was a little impatient in handling this ball. He was eager to counterattack and his rhythm had some problems, so the basketball hit the rim and bounced out.

"Ah~~~" The audience of Takeishi Middle School, who were watching the game with bated breath, howled in disappointment when they saw the basketball didn't go in. Wu Dao shook his head in disappointment, and then he suddenly saw a pink figure running towards the front court out of the corner of his eye.

"Xiguataro—Sendoh?!" Wudao whispered in surprise, and then suddenly looked towards the basket.

"Rebound!" Mitsui Shou frowned when he saw the basketball didn't go in, and quickly shouted a reminder. However, his reminder was useless, and the rebound was still taken by Akizuki High School, who had an advantageous position.

Qiuyue No. 6, who controlled the rebound, quickly threw the basketball to the front court.

At the moment when Mitsui Shou took a three-point shot, Sendoh had already given up on defense and started running towards the frontcourt. At this moment, he had already crossed the center line!

"Defend, defend quickly!" Anzai Zhengyi shouted loudly in the off-court, but no one from Takeishi Junior High School could react. When everyone saw Sendoh in the frontcourt, they knew it was too late to chase and defend, and no one followed.

Sendoh was on a fast break alone in the frontcourt and had an empty basket.

"Pa~" However, something unexpected happened, Sendoh's dunk missed!

Unfortunately, no one followed up and no one caught Sendo's mistake. Sendo was not in a hurry even though he missed the dunk. He walked back to the basket slowly, received the rebound, and threw the ball into the basket.

"Asshole! Asshole!"

"A bunch of idiots, idiots!"

Anxi Zhengyi was completely furious when he saw this scene. He was not angry that Takeishi's players were careless in defense, he was angry that Takeishi's players did not chase Sendoh, and he was unwilling to do anything even if it was a last minute effort.

Opportunities often come to those who are prepared, but the players of Takeishi Junior High School were obviously not prepared to seize the opportunity.

As Sendoh scored again, the score between the two teams reached 4:0. At this time, Anzai Zhengyi had no way to suppress his anger and cursed at everyone in the stadium.

Anxi Zhengyi, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a suit, had his muscles bulging and his suit tightened. At this moment, he no longer looked "gentlemanly" but like an angry beast.

The players on the field obviously knew how serious the mistake on their side was. Taro Toyokawa, who was left out, lowered his head and ran back to serve the ball, while Mitsui Hisashi returned to receive the ball without saying a word.

A low pressure atmosphere loomed over all the starting players of Takeishi Junior High School.

"Mitsui, play slower!" Anzai Zhengyi was afraid that Mitsui would continue to score points with three-pointers. The anxious three-pointer just now had already made him angry. If Mitsui attacked again, he would definitely replace Mitsui and let him calm down.

"Yes!" Mitsui Shou looked a little gloomy, not because of the coach's scolding, but because he blamed himself for the mistake he had just made.

The defenders of Qiuyue High School were not very strong, and Mitsui Shou had seen the opponent's strength from the ball just now. It was precisely because the opponent was not strong that Mitsui Shou was very upset, upset that he had not been able to seize such a good opportunity just now.

Nice escape, poor finish!

"Take this ball." Mitsui received the pass from Toyokawa Taro in the backcourt, and then slowly pressed the ball to the frontcourt. This time he obviously learned the lesson from the previous goal, and the speed of advancing was much lower, and it can be seen that the rhythm of his dribbling the ball this time was more comfortable.

On the side of Akizuki Middle School, Mitsui's sudden shot clearly gave them a wake-up call. Although Mitsui's shot did not go in, the players of Akizuki Middle School all knew that Mitsui had the ability to shoot three-pointers.

The pink team's No. 5 did not intend to give Mitsui Shou a chance to get close to the three-point line this time. When Mitsui Shou just entered the frontcourt, he immediately defended him. And his defensive action was quite large, which put enough pressure on Mitsui Shou.

Under the pressure of the opponent, Mitsui's advancement also stagnated. He tried hard to maintain the dribbling space and look for opportunities to break through. Mitsui is not only good at three-pointers!

"Pick and roll! Go for a pick and roll!" Anzai Masayoshi, who was off the court, saw Mitsui Hisashi enter the frontcourt and observe the position of his teammates. After three or four seconds, he was unable to pass the ball. He immediately realized that something was wrong and immediately reminded them loudly.

"Double-team, double-team them!" On the other side of the court, Akizuki High School coach Shingo Katori yelled at his players to double-team them. For a moment, the court was filled with the voices of the two coaches.

Taro Toyokawa also realized that his teammates needed help, and immediately moved to the high position to prepare for Mitsui's pick-and-roll. Akizuki's No. 5 also noticed his movements, secretly changing the direction of his steps, alerting Mitsui's breakthrough in the direction of Taro Toyokawa's pick-and-roll. He was ready to bypass the pick-and-roll players.

Sendoh Akira, who was originally following Taro Toyokawa, did not choose to defend in the direction of Taro Toyokawa's pick-and-roll. He noticed his teammate's small movements and stood in another direction, ready to provide backup defense.

Moreover, Sendoh's positioning was very particular. He used the bodies of his teammates and stood in the blind spot of Mitsui Hisashi's vision.

Sure enough, the moment Taro Toyokawa arrived, Mitsui Hisashi started. With the ball, Mitsui Hisashi changed direction in front of his body, inducing the pink team's No. 5 to defend in the direction of Taro Toyokawa's pick-and-roll. While successfully mobilizing the opponent, Mitsui Hisashi quickly changed his breakthrough direction and did not use Taro Toyokawa's pick-and-roll at all, breaking through in the opposite direction.

Mitsui's stride was quite large, and he passed the defender in one step. However, just as he was about to break into the three-point line, a pink figure suddenly appeared in front of him, and a big hand pressed directly on the basketball.

"Nani?!" Mitsui realized something was wrong the moment he saw the other person's figure, but the basketball was still on the rebound path because of his dribbling, and Mitsui had no way to respond.

The basketball was instantly cut away by Sendoh, who successfully stole the ball and instantly passed Mitsui Shou and rushed to the frontcourt.

But this time, the people from Takeishi Junior High School did not turn a blind eye.

Taro Toyokawa and Mitsui Hisashi were the closest to the backcourt and rushed out first to catch up with Sendoh.

Sendoh dribbled the ball very quickly, and the watermelon-shaped dot on his head jumped up and down as he dribbled, like a moving slime.

Sendoh noticed the pursuit from behind, and instead of speeding up, he slightly slowed down his pace, deliberately waiting for the defensive player to catch up.

"Oh no, Mitsui, don't foul!" Wudao, who was watching the game on the sidelines, noticed the moment Sendo slowed down and shouted loudly. Anxi Zhengyi, who was next to him, heard the words and looked at Sendo in the front.

"Haha, let's teach them a lesson, Sendo!" On the other side, seeing Sendo slowing down, Katori Shingo's mouth curled up slightly.

Although Wudao warned him, how could the people on the court hear what the people off the court were shouting at this time? Mitsui Shou and Toyokawa Taro focused all their attention on Sendoh. When Sendoh crossed the three-point line with the ball, the two finally caught up with him from both sides.

"Don't even think about it!" Mitsui Shou was faster than Toyokawa, and he aimed at the basketball and shot it. However, at this moment, Sendoh grabbed the basketball with both hands and instantly took it away from Mitsui Shou. Sendoh took two big steps and approached the free throw line.

At this moment, Taro Toyokawa's defense arrived. His control of timing was not as good as Mitsui's. Although he stretched out his hand towards the basketball, he finally slapped Sendoh's hand hard.

At the same time as the referee's whistle sounded, Sendoh jumped near the free throw line, and the basketball flew directly out of his hands in a horse-riding archery posture. Toyokawa Taro's foul did not affect Sendoh's shooting rhythm at all.

“Bang!”

“Swish!”

The sound of the ball hitting the backboard made Toyokawa Taro and Mitsui Hisashi a little dazed. They looked back at the basket in a daze and fell silent for a while.

The stadium fell into an eerie silence again. Wudao sighed and looked at Toyokawa Taro with some sympathy in his eyes.

"With such skills, there's no doubt that this Watermelon Taro is Sendoh!"

"His strength is far beyond that of an average junior high school student. With Toyokawa Taro's physique and defensive experience, he can't cover him."

"Senior, you can't grasp this immortal path."

"Let me take control of it."

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