The morning mist was hazy, and the sunlight was obscured by the thick water vapor, so only a few rays shone into the room.
Jinguji seemed to feel the light in front of him while sleeping, and he opened his eyes. He casually glanced at the alarm clock by the window, rubbed his eyes and got up from the bed.
“Hiss! It hurts!”
"That Fujima Shinichi... he really hit hard."
The action of getting up seemed to have strained Wudao's muscles, and the soreness in his body made him grimace.
This was the first time he had encountered such a situation. Before this, no matter how much Wudao had trained or how many punches he had received, as long as he took the strain recovery potion rewarded by the system and had a good sleep, his body would return to its peak.
This was the first time that Wu Dao had encountered a situation like what happened today.
"Is it because the effect of the medicine is not fully exerted?"
"Or..."
"This potion actually has a limit, and Fujima Shinichi's attack yesterday completely broke the limit of recovery?"
Wu Dao rubbed his shoulders and guessed silently in his heart. He had only obtained this super martial arts system for a short time, and he had not studied the system and its rewards deeply. As for the effect of the potion, Wu Dao could only guess, after all, no one had taught him the experience of using the system.
"It seems that we need to be more restrained in today's training to prevent irreversible consequences."
"Wait until your body has recovered to its peak before continuing to maintain high-intensity exercise."
Thinking of this, Wu Dao, who had originally planned to run five kilometers in the morning, gave up the idea. He looked at the time, washed up, and lay back in bed for a nap.
After sleeping for another hour, Wudao woke up slowly and then packed his clothes leisurely.
A few days ago, Wudao's father gave him a red and black cylindrical crossbody bag. Before going to school today, Wudao took out his new backpack and put things like jerseys, sneakers and water cups in it.
"Buy a pair of knee braces when you come back. If your skinny body injures your knees, you'll be doomed."
Before going out, Wu Dao looked in the mirror and adjusted his clothes and hairstyle. Looking at the handsome guy in the mirror, he whispered to himself. In terms of appearance, Wu Dao thought he was good enough to fight, but his figure was a little thin.
It is absolutely true to say that he is skin and bones. Just looking at his figure, he looks very similar to the Mantis Spirit from Deyun Club - Lao Qin. His martial arts figure is only slightly better than that Mantis Spirit.
After leaving the house, Takeshi Takeishi Junior High School slowly walked with his bag on his back. Today was Sunday and there was no training match or anything, so when Takeshi Jinguji arrived at the school, there was no classmate at the school gate.
Even the very diligent security guard who was guarding the door stayed in the security booth, dozing with his eyes closed and head down, looking like he had not woken up yet.
Wu Dao arrived relatively early. When he arrived at the stadium, there were only a few players. In a corner of the court, several first-year players were dribbling the ball and practicing basic skills.
In the half of the court near the goal, Mitsui was practicing shooting, and two second-year players were helping him pick up the ball.
The sound of Wudao pushing the door attracted everyone's attention. The first-year players looked at Wudao but didn't come up to talk to him. They just practiced on their own. On the contrary, Mitsui Shou, who was practicing shooting, turned around and saw Wudao, stopped his training and greeted him:
"You, Budo, you're here early!"
The other two seniors also smiled and waved at Wu Dao.
Wu Dao had left a deep impression on the two seniors in yesterday's game. They had not been able to fully realize Wu Dao's strength at halftime, but after Wu Dao left the court yesterday, Sendoh Akira's performance in the second half of the game made the two truly realize Wu Dao's ability.
At this moment, the two seniors were looking at Wu Dao with curiosity, and there was even some admiration in their eyes.
"Mitsui, you came here much earlier than me." Although Wudao and Mitsui Shou had not known each other for long, they were already familiar with each other and addressed each other in a much more familiar way.
“Genius is 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration. I already have the 1% inspiration, and as for the 99% perspiration, I am working hard.”
"How was it? It was your first game yesterday. Did you feel okay?"
"Although you only played for half the game, your performance was outstanding. The coach must have his reasons for making that arrangement. Don't take it to heart!"
Mitsui Shou casually threw the ball to a sophomore, walked towards Wudao, then patted Wudao's arm and said.
"Why didn't I realize before that this guy is such a cocky person?" Wu Dao looked at Mitsui Shou in front of him speechlessly, and his ears automatically filtered out Mitsui Shou's first sentence.
“It certainly feels good for the first race!”
"As for the coach's arrangement, I don't have any ideas. I can understand it."
"Speaking of yesterday's match, we Takeishi should have lost. Without me, no one in our school should be able to stop that Sendoh, right?"
"How was it? How many points did you lose?"
Wudao and Mitsui Shou walked into the stadium together and came to the rest area. While unzipping their backpacks, they took out their jerseys and changed into them, and asked about the game yesterday.
In fact, Sendoh already had an expectation of the result of the match. To be honest, Sendoh's level was far beyond that of ordinary junior high school students. Even Mitsui Hisashi would not be able to defend against Sendoh's attack due to his physical disadvantage.
This is not a question of experience and technique, but rather a question of physical condition, which has determined that Mitsui Shou cannot gain an advantage when facing off against his opponent.
Wudao really couldn't think of any way for Takeishi Junior High School to defeat Akizuki Junior High School. After being replaced by Anzai Masayoshi yesterday, Wudao actually saw the ending of Takeishi Junior High School in his heart.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
"With a talented player like me, Mitsui Shou, how could we, Takeishi, lose?"
"Don't talk nonsense."
When Mitsui Shou heard what Wu Dao said, he glanced at Wu Dao with dissatisfaction and said seriously. His words made Wu Dao's passing jersey stiffen. After putting it on, he looked at Mitsui Shou with a look of surprise.
"Win? How is that possible?"
"You win by the head?"
Wu Dao retorted subconsciously. He didn't think his judgment would be wrong.
"Hey, hey, hey! Are you looking down on me?"
"I don't like what you say. How is it possible? What's impossible?"
"Do you think that now that you have been replaced, there will be no one left to control the pot-cut boy from Qiuyue High School?"
"Yes, we can't completely suppress that guy, but who told you that you have to completely suppress the opponent's trump card to win?"
Mitsui Shou said in a slightly higher tone, sounding somewhat dissatisfied.
How dare this kid Wudao look down on him?! Mitsui Shou could read the hidden meaning in Wudao's words.
"Uh... That's not what I meant." Wu Dao raised his hands to Mitsui Shou, making a gesture of surrender. However, Wu Dao soon read another meaning from Mitsui Shou's words, his eyes lit up slightly, and he asked tentatively:
"What you just said means....We didn't completely suppress Sendoh, but we still won the game?"
Upon hearing this, Mitsui Shou immediately showed a proud expression on his face, raised his chin slightly, folded his hands in front of his chest, and snorted proudly:
"snort!"
"That boy is pretty good, but he's still far from being as good as me!"
"We both scored goals, but he only scored two points and I scored three. How did Qiuyue High School beat us?!"
"Besides, that guy's scoring ability isn't that strong! At least, not as strong as mine!"
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ..