Rubbish.
Suddenly hearing Jinguji Budou's ridicule, everyone was stunned, and the word "garbage" echoed in their minds.
Carl Lewis and others who were just about to go to the front court with their teammates also stopped and turned to look at Jinguji Budo. After a brief moment of astonishment, they were filled with anger.
"Rubbish?!"
"Asshole! Do you know what you are talking about?"
"How dare a yellow monkey call us trash?"
The little black guy standing next to Carl Lewis became furious when he heard the ridicule. He took two steps at a time and quickly rushed to Jinguji Takeshi. Without saying anything, he grabbed Takeshi's collar and then swung his fist directly at Takeshi's face.
Brother Xiao Hei plays power forward. He is well built and about two meters tall. He starts punching with great momentum.
Moreover, he acted so suddenly that the coaches and referees on the sidelines did not react. The spectators watching the game around them did not intend to enter the field to stop him, but instead opened their eyes wide, ready to watch a good show.
How dare an Asian mock the Oak Hill Academy players as trash? This guy should be taught a lesson!
The sandbag-sized fist was close to Wudao's face, and when it was about to hit Wudao's face, Wudao suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist. Jinguji Wudao's expression remained unchanged, looking coldly at the young man in front of him, grabbed the opponent's wrist, pressed it down, and moved it away from his face.
Xiao Hei obviously didn't expect that his powerful punch didn't work, but was grabbed by the opponent. He wanted to wrestle with Wu Dao and break free from Wu Dao's restraints, but to his surprise, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free from Wu Dao's muscles and bones. This situation made Xiao Hei very surprised.
"I just came to school, I don't want to overdo it."
"I haven't even played a single game properly, and I don't want to be fired."
"Looking at how angry you are, do you seem to think you are not trash?"
"But.....a player who doesn't want to win a game is not trash, then what is he?"
Wudao held the opponent's wrist with one hand, and suddenly a smile appeared on his face, his eyes full of mockery. Xiaohei couldn't break free, and he was anxious. At this moment, he heard Wudao's mockery, and his anger grew even stronger. He loosened Wudao's collar and directly attacked with his elbow. But Wudao saw his action, and he quickly let go of the opponent and stepped back to avoid it.
"Fuck!" Brother Hei cursed softly and was about to attack again when the referee and coach on the sidelines finally reacted. They rushed into the field and stopped Brother Hei.
Coach Steve Smith is really angry now. His own players actually punched their teammates on the court in front of him. This is something Steve Smith absolutely cannot accept.
Although he clearly heard that it was Wu Dao who first made the mockery, there was a limit to everything. If everyone was just arguing, there would be no problem, even if it was just one team, it would be a small matter. But fighting was a completely different matter.
High school students are in adolescence, so it is understandable that they are angry. Steve Smith is a basketball coach himself, and he has heard so many fights between players that his ears are calloused. However, no matter how many times he has heard, he will never allow such a thing to happen in his team.
"More! It's just a practice match, and you actually want to hit someone?"
“I am so disappointed!”
"You don't have to participate in any of the team's games until the end of the semester!"
"Now, go to the playground and run 20 laps! If you can't finish it, you won't be on the team anymore!"
Steve Smith has been coaching the Oak Hill Academy basketball team for more than ten years. He has a great reputation in the American high school basketball world. He has even produced NBA players and his prestige within the team is extremely high.
The player called Moore didn't dare to contradict Steve Smith after hearing what his coach said. He could only glare at Budo Jinguji, then pushed away the players around him and left the stadium angrily.
After Moore left, Steve Smith's gaze fell on Jinguji Budo, and the seriousness and anger on his face did not dissipate.
“Wu!”
"I can't pretend I didn't hear what you just said!"
"I think you have to have the confidence to say that my Oak Hill players are trash."
"If your performance in this game doesn't satisfy me, I think you don't need to join the basketball team."
"If you can't perform well, just go to school and study peacefully as an exchange student!"
After Steve Smith finished his words, he called on George, the white guy who was replaced by Wu Dao, to play, and then walked off the court. The practice match still had to be played, and this little episode would not affect the game. Steve Smith's practice of giving each of them 50 strokes would actually have a greater impact on Wu Dao.
It was clear that Steve Smith’s appreciation for Martial Arts was very limited at this stage. On the contrary, Martial Arts’ arrogant tone had already made him very dissatisfied.
In response to this, Wu Dao just spread his hands indifferently.
For him, if he cannot perform well in this game and cannot play in the future and just train with the team, he should not have come here from the beginning.
Moreover, the blue team is really weird. There are three traitors in the team of five people. If these three people do nothing, even if the white guy is willing to cooperate with them, the game will be very difficult.
As for now, although such an incident happened and the punishment the coach gave to Wu Dao was more severe, the situation is still better. At least, judging from the way the new white guy talked to Steven, he should not be a traitor.
As for the other two black guys, they might be angry with me and won't pass the ball to me. But after being scolded by me like that, they still have the nerve to continue slacking off. Do they deserve the title of "trash"
"Hey! Kid!"
"Our Oak Hill Academy players are not someone you can judge."
"Don't think you're someone big shot just because you dunked and blocked that idiot Danny's shot!"
"You are a hundred years too early to brag in front of us."
"I'll show you that the basketball here is on a different level from the basketball in Asia!"
After Carl Lewis watched Moore leave, he walked up to Jinguji Wudao and whispered in Wudao's ear. Seeing the other party's angry look, Wudao also laughed.
"Then let me see for myself. I don't think a rookie who can't even defend well can be of any use."
"People like you don't even have a chance to play in Asia!"
Wu Dao said as he ran to the front court. Towards Carl Lewis, Wu Dao still maintained his previous attitude and even added fuel to the fire.
Martial arts knows very well that the thing that a proud person cannot tolerate the most is having the things he should be proud of being slandered and insulted by others.
"Ha! Good!"
"I hope your mouth can be as hard as it is now!"
Carl Lewis murmured as he watched Wu Dao's departing back, then accelerated and rushed towards the front court.
In the backcourt of the blue team, the newly-appeared George served the ball from the baseline and passed it to Steven, who took the ball and quickly advanced to the frontcourt. During the process, his eyes were always intentionally looking at Jinguji Budo's position. Although he didn't know whether Jinguji Budo's behavior was intentional or unconscious.
But in reality, it really helped him a lot.
He was not a fool, he could see that the two players who had helped Danny were angry and eager to prove themselves on the court. This was evident when Carl Lewis entered the opponent's basket and directly blocked the opponent's position.
The new player, George, was white and was on his side. Although he didn't know the specific strength of the yellow man, he could tell from the previous attack and defense that no matter how weak the opponent was, he was not a useless player who couldn't even hold the ball.
"Although there is still a gap in the score, if all of us play well, we still have a chance."
"First... take a look at the depth of this yellow guy. The coach seems to have high expectations for him."
It was obvious that Steven had developed a great interest in Jinguji Budou at this moment. He was returning the favor. After entering the frontcourt, Steven turned sideways and quickly passed the ball to Jinguji Budou who was standing outside the three-point line.
The White Team, which was using a zone defense, saw that Jinguji Takeshi received the ball but did not assign anyone to defend him. Stephen Jackson, who was closest to Takeshi, thought of the scene where Takeshi broke through and dunked on him before, so he became a little wary. He took two steps forward and stood one meter away from Takeshi to defend against him.
"I wonder if the American basketball hoop is comfortable to shoot from."
Wu Dao received the ball and murmured softly, then raised the ball and shot it. The ball flew out of his hand and flew towards the basket. When Stephen Jackson saw Wu Dao chose to shoot a three-pointer, he did not show much surprise on his face, and turned his head to look at the basket. His defensive position had already prepared him mentally for Wu Dao to shoot a three-pointer.
Stephen Jackson also wanted to see whether this yellow man had a basketball. If he knew that the other party didn't have a basketball, it would be much easier to defend next time.
“Swish!”
A crisp sound interrupted Stephen Jackson's thoughts. He looked intently at the basket and saw the basketball fall from the net and onto the ground.
Stephen Jackson raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, but quickly adjusted his mentality, clapped his hands, and shouted to the players:
"Attack, I'm going to defend this kid to death!" Stephen Jackson shouted as he ran towards the frontcourt. As the scoreboard turned, the score between the two teams reached 29:19, and the difference was further narrowed to 10 points.
It hasn't been long since Wudao came on the court, but his personal score has reached 5 points.
Jinguji Budou made a three-pointer and the coach on the sidelines touched his chin and nodded. He had watched the videotapes of Jinguji Budou's games and knew what Budou's offensive characteristics were. He was not surprised that he could score a three-pointer in a wide-open position.
"He's only been on the court for a short time and he's already scored 5 points. The stats are pretty good."
"But...if the defensive intensity increases, can you still maintain this offensive efficiency?"
Steve Smith looked at Jinguji Budo who was returning to defense and thought to himself, He knew that soon, it was time to test the value of Jinguji Budo!
Attack and defense change, the white team attacks the ball.
I don't know if it was because of a personal grudge, but the White Team's offense revolved around Danny in the open space. Wu Dao knew that Stephen Jackson was the main player of the Oak Hill College team, but when the White Team was attacking, Stephen Jackson did not ask for the ball. Instead, he made a pick-and-roll for Danny and assisted Danny in cutting into the inside.
But at this moment Carl Lewis no longer gave up. When he saw Danny breaking through, he immediately reached out to cover him.
When Danny saw Carl Lewis stepping forward to block him, he shouted angrily and asked, "Carl! Are you going to help that white pig?!" As he spoke, Danny stopped suddenly and made a mid-range shot.
"I just don't want to be called trash by the yellow monkey!"
Carl Lewis jumped high and slapped his hand to block the shot, but Danny's shot had a very high arc and his block failed to successfully stop the opponent. However, after landing, Carl Lewis turned around and quickly squeezed into the inside, ready to grab the rebound.
"Ding~" After a crisp sound of hitting the iron, the basketball fell to the side. Carl Lewis, who was prepared, blocked the center of the white team, jumped up and hugged the ball in his arms.
After a fake pass, he actually dropped the ball himself, quickly passed the defender, ran two steps with the ball, found Steven's position, and passed the ball.
At this time, Takeshi Jinguji had crossed the center line and was running towards the front court, and behind him, Stephen Jackson followed closely without being pulled away.
"Pass the ball!" Jinguji Budo had already noticed that Carl Lewis was able to grab the rebound. The moment he saw the latter successfully pass the ball, he immediately shouted to Steven.
After Steven received the ball, he was actually paying attention to Wu Dao's position. Seeing that Wu Dao was blocked by Stephen Jackson, he didn't want to pass the ball. After all, he and Stephen Jackson were teammates, and he knew clearly how strong Stephen Jackson was.
But when he heard Wu Dao asking for the ball, Steven no longer hesitated and threw the ball directly to the front court. Steven passed the ball and Stephen Jackson also took action quickly. He no longer followed Wu Dao, but instead accelerated rapidly, trying to surpass Wu Dao and get in front of him.
"Um?!"
Wudao saw the acceleration of Stephen Jackson. The opponent was very fast and soon he was on par with Wudao. Just when Stephen Jackson was about to surpass Wudao Jinguji, Stephen Jackson suddenly found that Wudao Jinguji had accelerated again and quickly came in front of him. At the same time, the basketball began to fall and landed in front of Wudao, and was grabbed by Wudao and controlled in his hand.
"This guy is so fast?!"
Stephen Jackson was surprised, but he didn't stop at all. While Wudao was catching the ball, he quickly moved forward and stood in front of Wudao to defend.
When Wu Dao received the ball, he had already crossed the center line. He did not stop after getting the ball. His body was directly pressed against Stephen Jackson, dribbling the ball and quickly approaching the three-point line.
Stephen Jackson was delighted when he saw Wu Dao approaching him, and was ready to use his strength to force Wu Dao to stop the ball. However, to his surprise, Wu Dao's resistance became stronger with the help of his speed, and Stephen Jackson was pushed away. Stephen Jackson, realizing that something was wrong, decisively gave up the idea of standing still and forcing him to move. He moved to one side, making way, and quickly followed Wu Dao.
The two players, one attacking and one defending, quickly approached the three-point line.
Nearing the three-point line, Jinguji Budo suddenly stopped the brakes, and the violent friction between his sneakers and the floor made a sharp sound.
The next second, Jinguji Takeshi spread his arms, dribbled the ball in midair, and prepared to break through.
"Crossover!" Stephen Jackson crossed his steps, predicted the direction of Wudao's movement, and prepared to chase him in advance, but at this moment, Wudao Jinguji dropped the ball and rushed forward. After one step, he made another sudden stop, and also spread his arms and dribbled in suspension.
"Huh?!" Stephen Jackson's eyes shrank slightly. Seeing Jinguji Wudao's continuous feints, his guard was raised to the maximum, guarding against Wudao's sudden advance.
However, just when he thought that Wudang would break through in disguise, Wudang Jinguji suddenly took the ball and took a step back, directly creating a distance of nearly one meter between him and him, and fell back to the three-point line and shot directly.
The step-back pull-up shot after the double crossover is the offensive skill of the man who loves to drink bath water in the future world.
At this time, he was moved to the Oak Hill College stadium by Jinguji Budo.
The martial arts moves were smooth, fast, and unexpected. Stephen Jackson had never expected that someone would play like this. Obviously, his defense had already been flawed!
Unable to block the shot, Stephen Jackson watched the basketball fly over his head and towards the basket.
“8 points... ”
"Just get 50 points in this game!"
Jinguji Budo turned around to defend after shooting the ball, muttering. The next second after he turned his back, the basketball went straight into the net. The gorgeous shot directly set off the gym of Oak Hill Academy.
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