The last rays of sunset gradually disappeared from the horizon, and the bright lights suddenly lit up in the park's stadium. Wu Dao, who had rested for a long time, slowly sat up from the ground, took a long breath, and then started to do today's daily tasks.
The only function in Jinguji Budo's system that can be considered useful is the daily task.
"Complete 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and run 10KM."
"I completed the running task today without realizing it. For the remaining three, the training volume is a bit small."
On the court, Wudao, who had rested for a long time, began to meticulously complete the tasks issued by the system. Although the system could not make him a master immediately, and this thing had no necessary connection with playing basketball, at least the daily task would reward him with a strain recovery potion.
These days, Wudao was able to still be full of energy the next day after such high-intensity training, all thanks to the rewards from this system.
If it weren't for this thing, after running 10KM the day before, I wouldn't have to do any other training. The next day, my legs would be half useless. The sudden increase in exercise intensity has no benefits for the body, only countless disadvantages. It is precisely relying on this potion that Wudao can persist in these high-intensity training.
100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, and 100 squats. These three exercises are easy to do when one is fully energized. However, with a martial artist's current physical condition, it becomes quite difficult to do them.
After nearly an hour of repeated exercise, rest and then exercise, Wu Dao finally got what he wanted and took today's task reward. Then he dragged his tired body, picked up his water cup and left the basketball court.
Continue training for a while? Forget it, today's intensity is enough.
Wudao left the park and walked towards his home. In order to maximize the effect of the potion, Wudao took secluded paths on his way home, hoping to encounter gangsters or hooligans who could help him make the potion work.
But unfortunately, maybe the gangsters were on holiday today, so Wu Dao didn't encounter any bad things along the way.
In the long and narrow path, the night wind blew in from the side intersection.
The evening breeze here blew on Jinguji Takeshi's body with a slight coolness of spring. The dim street lights looked at the road in front of Takeshi. Takeshi walked on the road, feeling a little depressed.
"Should I say I'm lucky or unlucky today? I didn't run into any thugs. Do they have a day off on Saturday?"
Just as Wudao sighed, a short figure suddenly jumped out from a dark intersection beside him. Wudao heard the footsteps and subconsciously looked to his side. The next second, the figure hit Wudao's side directly. The huge force knocked Wudao to the ground, and at the same time a delicate cry sounded in his ears.
"ah!"
"it hurts!"
That person seemed to be holding a lot of things in her hands. The moment she bumped into Wudao, she fell down, and countless leaflets flew into the sky.
“Crash!”
"What the hell?"
Wu Dao rubbed his head, whispered in his heart, then struggled to get up from the ground and looked intently at the person who had just bumped into him.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry."
"I'm so sorry I didn't see you."
The girl who was also knocked to the ground quickly got up, walked in front of Wudao, and bowed repeatedly to apologize. The speed of her bows was almost as fast as a pile driver driving a pile.
"Well... .."
"It's okay, you're not hurt?"
Wu Dao rubbed his arm that was hit, and when he saw the girl bowing madly in front of him, his anger disappeared. The apology was so sincere, and Wu Dao was not so petty that he would even care about such a person.
"Ah? No! No, no, no." The girl who was bowing madly heard Wu Dao's words, paused, raised her head and looked at Wu Dao and said repeatedly.
It was not until this time that Wu Dao saw the girl's appearance clearly.
The girl was no more than 160cm tall, and when she stood in front of Wudao, she only reached his chest. She was wearing a loose blue top and a black belt around her waist. If Wudao was not mistaken, the girl should be wearing a judo uniform
Although Wudao didn't know much about judo, he knew that if she had a black belt, then the girl in front of him would at least be a pro? If she had a black belt, then the girl in front of him should be very strong.
The girl had a pretty face, delicate features, fair skin, and a high ponytail. She wasn't exactly pretty, but she looked quite pleasing to the eye and exuded a heroic spirit that most young people didn't have.
Wu Dao just looked around for a while, then lowered his head slightly and saw the flyers all over the floor. It turned out that the girl was holding these flyers. Wu Dao squatted down, picked up a flyer on the floor at random, and his eyes fell on the flyer.
"Are you interested in our gym?"
"Our gym has very complete facilities, not only for judo, but also for other fitness facilities, and even a swimming pool."
"Even if you don't learn judo, it's good to keep fit. I see that you are a little..."
When the girl saw Wudao picking up the flyer and reading it, her eyes suddenly brightened up. She took a step forward and came to Wudao, grabbed the flyer in Wudao's hand and helped him turn it over. As she said, the front of the flyer was an introduction to judo training and learning, while the back was filled with pictures of fitness equipment and swimming pools.
"Shinshin Judokan?"
"Judo... fitness..." Wudao looked at the flyer and touched his chin, showing some interest.
If you want to play basketball well, the training environment must be good.
If you want to play football well, massaging sea cucumbers is essential.
Wudao remembered these words firmly in his mind. The gyms in this era are not as developed as those in Wudao's previous life. Wudao has visited many places these days but has not seen any gyms. In addition, the rewards given by his system have a problem that they will not work unless he is beaten. This judo gym in front of him solved all his problems at once.
All that's left is...
"A judo gym! I'm actually quite interested in it, but I don't know how far it is."
"And... tuition..."
Wudao pretended to be hesitant and asked hesitantly. When the girl heard that Wudao was interested in judo, her eyes, which were already shining, even shone brightly in the night. She grabbed Wudao's forearm and said enthusiastically:
"Not far, not far away. It's just ahead."
“The tuition is very cheap, it’s free!”
Wudao was caught off guard by this sudden enthusiasm. The girl's reaction was a bit like the old lady Wudao met in front of the train station, who enthusiastically took him to stay in an inexplicable place.
"Uh... Actually, I'm still young, only thirteen years old. I don't know if you guys have a lot of exercise over there."
Wu Dao was somewhat repulsed by the girl's sudden enthusiasm. He tried to break free from the girl's hand, but suddenly found that he couldn't break free?!
"It's not that big, the training is easy!"
"You'll learn it naturally if you get thrown down many times. It's very simple!"
"My name is Fujima Takako."
"Nice to meet you."
Fujima Takako extended her right hand towards Wudao, but she was still holding Wudao's arm while she spoke. Wudao's eyelids unconsciously raised when he saw this, and he awkwardly extended his left hand to introduce himself:
"Jinguji Budo."
"Let me make it clear first, if the tuition is too expensive, I won't study."
As soon as Wudao finished speaking, Fujima Takako grabbed Wudao's arm with both hands and pulled him towards the dim path, saying as she pulled:
"Don't worry, it's not expensive!"
"I'll ask my dad to charge less. After all, you're his first student after he opened the school."
Wu Dao, who was already afraid of falling into a pit, was furious when he heard this. He was pulled by Fujima Takako and walked into the dim path with her.
The evening breeze blew past, rolling up the flyers on the ground. After finally finding a student who was interested in learning, Fujima Takako didn't even bother to pick up the flyers that fell on the ground.
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