Through the previous several rounds of attacks by Qiuyue High School, Sendoh Akira's terrifying scoring ability has left a deep impression on everyone.
Jinguji Budou, who was substituted in at this time and walked towards Sendoh, attracted everyone's attention. Even people who don't understand basketball know that Jinguji Budou was substituted in by Anzai Masayoshi to replace Toyokawa Taro at this time, just to let Jinguji Budou limit Sendoh Akira's offense.
It's just that everyone is not optimistic about this newcomer who just joined the basketball team. After all, Jinguji Budou is just a freshman. And the players of Takeishi are very clear that Budou's performance in the previous team practice games was not that outstanding.
In the minds of most junior high school students, good players are those who can score points in a rush. The performance in the martial arts entrance examination game only left an impression in the minds of a few people.
"They replaced Toyokawa-senpai with this first-year student?"
"This kid can't even dribble the ball? Can he defend against No. 13?"
“Why did the coach substitute this guy?”
Some players from Takeishi Middle School were whispering off the court, not optimistic about Jinguji Budou. In their eyes, if even third-year Toyokawa Taro couldn't handle a player, how could first-year Budou handle him
However, Anxi Zhengyi seemed not to have heard the whispers of the team members behind him. He folded his hands in front of his chest with a calm expression. However, his eyes were fixed on Wudao and Sendo at this time, with a hint of expectation.
"Hey, let me see what you're made of, Jinguji-san!"
Anxi Zhengyi thought secretly in his heart and focused his attention.
On the court, No. 5 of Akizuki Middle School pressed forward with the basketball, and the person defending him was none other than Mitsui Shou. Takeishi Middle School's defensive formation was just a regular man-to-man tactic, and Mitsui Shou pressed forward after the opponent crossed the half court with the ball, not wanting to give the opponent a chance to get close to the three-point line.
Facing the pressure from Mitsui Shou, No. 5 of Akizuki Middle School did not dare to stick to the ball, and directly passed the basketball to the guard No. 7 before Mitsui Shou came. After receiving the ball, No. 7 immediately looked at Sendoh, wanting to pass the basketball to Sendoh.
However, just as his gaze was cast over, Jinguji Takeshi noticed the other party's intention, and immediately took a step forward and opened his arms. The tall and strong Takeshi put one hand directly on Sendō's face, and Sendō's vision was immediately blocked.
"So high!" No. 7 from Qiuyue High School noticed the situation on Sendoh's side and secretly sighed that he was unable to pass the ball in the first place.
The difference between Sendoh's defense and Toyokawa Taro's defense is too great. Sendoh's barefoot height is about 182cm and his wingspan is about 174cm. It is too easy for him to catch the ball against Toyokawa Taro's height of 174cm.
The guards of Akizuki High School can easily pass the basketball to Sendoh by just using the high lob method, and there is no need to worry about being intercepted.
But things were different after Wudao came up. Wudao's barefoot height was close to 185cm, and his wingspan was 191cm. In terms of physique, he was not inferior to Sendoh at all. It was a pipe dream to want to pass the basketball to Sendoh over Wudao's head by using a high hanging method.
"This guy!" Sendoh felt a different kind of oppression the moment Takeshi raised his arms. After entering junior high school, he had the advantage in positional matchups. This was also the first time he faced off against a player of similar size to him.
The sense of oppression that martial arts brought to him was completely different from that of the players he had played against in the past.
While feeling surprised, Sendoh also knew that he couldn't just stand there stupidly waiting for his teammates to pass the ball, so he hit Takeshi's chest with his left forearm and immediately ran towards the baseline along the three-point line.
At the same time, Sendoh raised his right hand and asked his teammates to pass the ball.
Sendoh is very fast and his movements are quite sudden. If he faces an ordinary opponent, this sudden burst alone can easily shake off the defenders.
But unfortunately, he encountered Jinguji Budou, whose reaction speed and movement speed were also quite fast. In the next second after Sendou broke away, Budou had already moved and caught up, only lagging behind Sendou by half a body length.
No. 7 from Qiuyue Middle School raised his hands above his head and just as he was about to pass the ball, he saw Sendoh was stuck and his body movements stopped for a moment.
"Squeak!" Suddenly, a sharp sound came from the stadium. It was the sound of basketball shoes rubbing against the floor.
It turned out that Xiandao realized after running only three steps that he had not shaken off Wudao, so he pushed off the ground with his feet, braked suddenly to stop his body, and then quickly ran back.
Qiuyue High School seized this opportunity and threw the basketball directly towards Sendoh.
The basketball flew across the court and headed towards Sendoh.
However, just as the basketball was passed from the hands of the Qiuyue Middle School player, a sharp sound was heard from behind the court.
"Squeak!" Wudao's sneakers rubbed against the floor violently, and at the moment when Sendo stopped suddenly, Wudao also stopped. Although he was already half a body length away from Sendo at this time, it still took time for the basketball to reach Sendo's hands!
"Snap!" Just as the basketball was about to fall into Sendoh's hands, a white figure suddenly jumped out from Sendoh's side. The back of a man wearing a No. 15 white jersey completely blocked Sendoh's sight. With a slight sound, the basketball in the air was caught in the arms of the figure who suddenly jumped out.
"Fast break!" Wudao successfully stole the ball, shouted and threw the basketball directly to the frontcourt. At the same time, Wudao also ran towards the frontcourt, but his running route happened to be stuck in the path of Sendo's pursuit and defense. He had just run two steps when he suddenly stopped.
Sendoh, who wanted to speed up and return to defense, did not expect that Takeshi would appear on his route and suddenly stopped. He failed to brake in time and hit Takeshi's back hard. He only felt that he had hit a wooden stake at this moment, his head was buzzing, and he was unable to participate in the defense in the first time.
On the other side of Takeishi Junior High School, Mitsui Shou had already rushed to the frontcourt before Takeshi shouted for a fast break. Although the other students from Akizuki Middle School wanted to catch up, their movement speed was still a little behind Mitsui Shou. They could only watch Mitsui Shou successfully get the ball in the frontcourt and then score the ball with a light layup.
With Mitsui Shou scoring points, the score between the two teams came to 9:7, and the difference was narrowed to two points.
"This guy did it on purpose!" Xiandao had come to his senses at this time, holding his head and shaking his head, looking at Wudao in front of him. Wudao was standing in front of him at this time, and the guy in front of him did not participate in the quick attack just now.
Wudao's action just now was simply to block Xiandao's position and prevent him from returning to defend.
"My friend, what's with all that sly running? You hit my back so hard!"
Wudao seemed to feel Sendoh's gaze. He touched the place on his vest where Sendoh had just hit him with his right hand, turned his head and smiled at Sendoh, not looking like he was in any pain at all.
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"interesting!"
When Xiandao saw Wudao's look, he was stunned at first, and then chuckled. The No. 15 student from Wushi Middle School in front of him had completely aroused his interest.
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