"I... will join the blue team!"
"They were behind in the score, so I thought they needed my help even more."
"And... I think it will be easier for you, the coach, to make a choice by playing directly against Stephen Jackson, the starting small forward!"
When Takeshi Jinguji decided to join the blue team, coach Steve Smith immediately took Takeshi Jinguji to the edge of the court, the blue team's rest area, and then took advantage of a foul to call a short timeout.
After tidying up his dormitory, Takeshi Jinguji had already changed into a sports suit, but it was long pants and long sleeves. Although it was loose on his body, he looked out of place when he stood with the players of the Oak Hill Academy Blue Team.
"coach!"
The players who came off the field greeted coach Steve Smith one after another. The players on the white team did not return to their rest area to rest, but, like the players on the blue team, gathered around coach Steve Smith.
"Nothing else."
"This kid, join the training game. George, you go off the court and take a rest for a while."
"Wu, you will replace George and join the blue team as a small forward."
"Take a break for one minute, and the game will continue in one minute!"
Coach Steve Smith waved to a white guy on the blue team and announced immediately. At the same time, he secretly pushed Wudao's back and pushed Wudao in front of everyone. His words also made Jinguji Wudao instantly the focus of everyone.
"Yellow man? Small forward?" George, who was called off the court to rest, looked up at Takeshi Jinguji. Although Takeshi Jinguji had fair skin, his black hair and black eyes still marked him as an Asian.
George muttered to himself, he really didn't know when his team would introduce Asian players.
"Hehe, hello everyone, my name is Wu Dao, I hope you can take good care of me."
Wu Dao, standing in the middle of the crowd, smiled and introduced himself to everyone. He was handsome, and it was easy for him to win the favor of his teammates by greeting them with a gentle smile. At least... that was what Wu Dao imagined.
But in fact, Wudao's self-proclaimed gentle smile did not make these team members feel good. On the contrary, they looked at Wudao from head to toe as if he were a monkey. The undisguised scrutiny made Wudao frown slightly.
"Since the coach said so, then you can follow us on the court."
"You don't have to do anything, just run along and help grab rebounds!"
At this time, a big black man from the blue team walked out of the line and said to Wu Dao. Wu Dao had some impression of this man. Just now, when he and coach Steve Smith entered the court, he happened to see this man dunking with both hands.
Judging from the way the other team members look at him, his status in the team should be quite high.
"Carl, I'll leave this kid to you, take care of him." As expected, Coach Steve Smith immediately instructed Carl Lewis when he saw him walk out of the team. Listening to the tone of the two people chatting, Wu Dao knew that his guess was probably right.
After the timeout, Takeshi Jinguji, wearing long sleeves and long pants, followed the blue team into the court, and Takeshi Jinguji's entry instantly attracted cheers from the audience.
The cheers here, perhaps, should be replaced with boos, which would be more appropriate. Even Wu Dao himself did not expect that he would encounter such a big commotion just after he followed the players into the stadium.
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“The environment is worse than I expected…”
Wu Dao walked into the stadium, and heard the boos from the audience, feeling a little depressed. But soon, Wu Dao adjusted his mindset. The boos from a hundred or so people were just a small event for him. He had experienced bigger boos before.
After the players came on the court, Stephen Jackson stood on the free throw line and took the free throw. With a light sound of the net hitting the ground, the players on the sidelines flipped the scoreboard.
2+1, the foul committed by the blue team just now did not prevent Stephen Jackson from scoring, but instead sent the opponent to the free throw line, allowing the opponent to make a three-pointer.
"Come on! Pass the ball to me and catch up with the score!"
The big black man Carl Lewis shouted loudly, and then quickly ran to the front court. Wu Dao glanced at the basket and saw that some players were serving and receiving the ball, so he did not stay in the back court, but ran to the front court.
After entering the frontcourt, Carl Lewis had a clear goal and squeezed directly into the inside. Wu Dao also followed his previous playing habits and positioned himself 45 degrees outside the three-point line after entering the frontcourt, waiting for the player with the ball to enter the court.
"Hello!"
"Hey you, come in!"
However, not long after Wudao got into position, the point guard of the blue team crossed the center line with the ball. Just after crossing the center line, he saw Wudao standing outside the three-point line and immediately called out loudly. While shouting, he gestured and waved at Jinguji Wudao, indicating that Wudao should cut into the inside.
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Hearing this, Wu Dao glanced at the basket and observed the position of his team. He found that Carl Lewis in the team was already standing near the paint area, and another unknown black man was also running towards the basket. There were two people guarding the basket on the white team. Now that he was going in, the restricted area seemed too crowded.
Unless the players on your team are prepared to take long shots, if they don't have such plans, the basket is so crowded that it is not suitable for players to break through and attack.
"Hey! Can't you hear me? Come in!"
The point guard of the blue team was a white guy about 185cm tall. When he was holding the ball and approaching the top of the arc, he raised his voice and shouted at Wu Dao.
Hearing the same words again, Wudao's eyelids twitched, and he trotted in. The white team used a zone defense, and when they saw Wudao trying to enter the paint area, a little black guy approached him, but Wudao had no intention of invading the paint area, and ran through the infield to the mid-range at the other end of the court.
At this moment, the white guy with the ball broke through on his own and crossed the three-point line in an instant. However, the moment he started, the white team's joint defense quickly took action, and the two players standing near the free throw line quickly double-teamed the white guy.
An open space was immediately created on Wudao's side. At the same time, a player from the blue team moved to the bottom corner outside the three-point line opposite Wudao, which was also an open space.
"Opportunity!" Wu Dao's eyes lit up when he saw this scene, and he immediately shouted:
"Pass the ball!" However, as soon as Wudao shouted, the white guy who was double-teamed quickly passed the ball. However, the target of his pass was not Jinguji Wudao who was in an open position in the mid-range, but another player who was in an open position in the bottom corner on the other side.
The boy from the blue team standing in the bottom corner is a big black guy who is nearly two meters tall.
When Wu Dao saw his teammate pass the ball to him but didn't pass it to him immediately, he also shrank slightly, and then quickly reacted and rushed directly to the inside. Wu Dao hadn't encountered such a situation where there was no ball in an open position for a long time. When he played in Kanagawa before, who would ignore his open position and not give him the ball
The teammate who received the ball in the corner took an open three-point shot.
It was clearly a good open opportunity, but Wudao observed that his teammate's shooting movement looked quite stiff, without any softness at all.
“This guy is not a shooter… ..” Wudao instantly determined that the black guy in the corner was not a shooter, and his running pace instantly slowed down. He began to gather momentum and prepare to grab the rebound.
“Swish!”
But what surprised Wudao was that although the shooting posture of his teammate in the bottom corner was not smooth, the basketball he threw fell accurately into the net with a crisp sound.
This stunned Wudao, who was about to grab the rebound, and then he smiled and shook his head, quickly returning to defense.
This goal was really beyond Wudao's expectations. He could actually score a goal with such a stiff shooting action. Wudao couldn't help but sigh at the "strength" of his teammate.
After the blue team scored, they quickly returned to defense. The young man who scored the goal seemed very happy. From his conversation with other players, Wu Dao learned that this was his first goal of the game today, and that guy was originally a power forward...
"The ball possession is not even as good as a power forward standing outside the three-point line..."
"That kid, is he not giving me the ball because he's afraid I'll be double-teamed, or is he not trusting me?"
"I thought I would have the ball and a chance to perform once I was on the field, but it seems I thought too simply."
“You have to rely on yourself.”
When Wu Dao returned to defense, he carefully recalled the details of his point guard's pass and had a guess in his mind. Looking at the white team crossing the half court with the ball, his eyes fell on Stephen Jackson.
As Stephen Jackson approached the three-point line, Wu Dao walked out from the mid-range defensive position and walked towards Stephen Jackson.
"Hey! Who is that?"
"We're playing a zone defense, what are you going to do?"
"Get back to your defensive position!"
However, just as Wudao was about to make a move, a loud shout came from behind him. The domineering tone made Jinguji Wudao couldn't help but frown. He tilted his head slightly and glanced at his own paint area.
There were two people standing under the basket, standing on both sides of the basket, and the other two players all defended near the three-point line, one at the top of the arc, and the other at mid-range. If we were to talk about zone defense, Wu Dao's current position would be able to echo with other players and form a 32-man zone defense.
Seeing the ball handler at the top of the arc, Wu Dao stopped and did not move forward. He went in front of Stephen Jackson. His original plan was to guard Stephen Jackson, but since the team was playing a zone defense system, Wu Dao did not mind integrating into the team's defensive system.
The white guy at the top of the arc saw that Wu Dao didn't move forward, so he turned his attention back to his opponent with the ball. His opponent was a black guy of similar height to him. He didn't attack when the white guy was talking. Now that he saw that the opponent's attention was back, he started to taunt him:
"Do you have time to care about other people?"
"It's also my kindness that I didn't take this opportunity to break through you. I think you should pay more attention to yourself."
As he was talking, the black guy holding the ball suddenly changed his dribbling rhythm. After a series of crotch dribblings, the black guy suddenly started to break through to the right, successfully engaging the white guy's defense. However, after two steps, he suddenly stopped and pulled back. After engaging the opponent's center of gravity, he threw the ball with his left hand, and the basketball hit the white guy's crotch directly. Then the black guy quickly passed his opponent, and while catching the ball, he rushed towards the basket.
The smooth and fancy dribbling moves made the audience cheer, but when the white guy was dribbled past, there were boos of derision from the sidelines.
The black man who broke through with the ball was very fast. In the blink of an eye, he reached the basket. At this time, the players of the blue team guarding the basket were not focused and had no intention of blocking their opponent. Their defense seemed quite lazy and it was obvious that they were deliberately letting the opponent win.
"See, Lily's choice was the right one!"
"Eat your ass behind me, you idiot!"
The black guy who was attacking the inside line shouted as he rushed towards the basket. Two steps from the free throw line, the black guy gathered the ball, grabbed it with one hand and raised it above his head. He actually wanted to slam dunk with his height of over 180cm.
The two players of the blue team guarding the basket not only did not move forward when they saw their opponent wanted to dunk, but instead deliberately pushed away and gave up their position under the basket.
After Carl Lewis made way, he subconsciously glanced at the black guy in the air. However, this glance made him see a strange figure who was following closely behind his buddy.
"Benny, back!"
Carl Lewis, the center of the blue team of Jinguji Budo, actually gave a loud reminder to Benny Russell of the white team at this moment.
"snort!"
However, Carl Lewis's reminder was a little late.
Benny Russell, who was attacking the basket, had already glided close to the basket. There was no way for him to change his movements in the air. At this moment, a cold snort sounded in his ears.
Although Benny Russell is only a little over 180cm tall, his jumping ability is really amazing. At this time, his right arm that caught the ball was nearly 40cm beyond the basket.
Just as he was about to dunk the ball into the basket, the audience around him covered their mouths and exclaimed. Benny Russell didn't understand what was going on at first, but the next second, a shadow flashed in front of his face, and a big hand appeared above his head, stretched out from behind him, and actually hooked the basketball with his backhand.
The next second, a huge force came from his arms, Benny Russell's upward trend came to an abrupt halt, his body fell rapidly, and the basketball slipped out of his hands.
At some point, Jinguji Budou appeared behind Benny Russell, and jumped almost at the same time as him, but his jump height was a full head higher than his opponent's. Budou's hand also mercilessly hooked the basketball, abruptly stopping the opponent's dunk and hooking the ball in his hand.
In mid-air, Benny Russell's body lost balance under the influence of the power of martial arts. After landing, he was unstable and fell directly to the ground.
Not long after he fell to the ground, Jinguji Budo also fell back to the ground, holding the ball in his right hand and clamping it on his waist, looking down at Benny Russell on the ground expressionlessly, his eyes were full of indifference...
"Why does this team... give me a weird feeling?"
"I seem to be involved in something strange?"
Although Wudao had a cold expression on his face, he was actually mumbling in his heart. He blocked the shot just to grab the ball for himself, but listening to the shouts of the guy who was knocked to the ground by him, it seemed that this guy had some grudge with the white point guard of his team
Even the two inside players who were on the same team with him and the white guy seemed to be helping the guy lying on the ground? Traitor!
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