Mitsui Shou's proud and complacent expression was not concealed at all. In his mind, winning against Qiuyue High School seemed to be a matter of course, but it was precisely this matter-of-course attitude of Mitsui Shou that made Wudao a little confused.
How could Mitsui Shou, a second-year junior high school student, lead Takeishi Junior High School to defeat Akizuki Junior High School led by Sendoh? The other players of Akizuki Junior High School were not bad players either, and their overall basketball skills were even higher than Takeishi Junior High School's. Sendoh really couldn't figure out how Takeishi Junior High School could beat the opponent.
"Unless..." Wu Dao touched his chin and looked at Mitsui Shou.
"Mitsui, how many points did Sendoh from Akizuki High School score yesterday?" Wudao asked curiously. He thought to himself it was a pity that he couldn't control his temper and didn't continue watching the game yesterday. The matchup between Mitsui and Sendoh should have been very interesting.
However, although he missed the game, based on the scores and matchups of the players on both sides, Wudao was able to more or less assess Mitsui's current strength.
"That pot-cut guy? I forgot. I never remember the names of my defeated opponents, let alone the scores!" Mitsui Shou said with a sneer.
Although Mitsui Shou didn't remember, the two second-year seniors had a deep memory of Sendoh. Seeing that Budo was interested, they immediately answered:
"I know, I know. We won yesterday's game 70:66. The pink team's No. 13 scored half of the points alone."
"If Mitsui hadn't successfully intercepted the ball at the critical moment, yesterday's game would have been in jeopardy."
Upon hearing this, Wudao let out a light exclamation. If he remembered correctly, Sendoh had already scored more than ten points in the first half. If his personal score was 33 points, it meant that Sendoh's offensive efficiency in the second half was greatly reduced.
Either Sendoh's physical strength is not enough to support his offensive efficiency, or Takeishi Junior High School has come up with some way to limit Sendoh's offensive. For these two situations, Takeishi is more inclined to the second one.
After all, in the first half, Sendoh did not show any signs of physical exhaustion.
"I have a rough understanding of the level of the players on Takeishi's side. If there is someone who can restrict Sendoh..." Takeishi thought for a while and his eyes fell on Mitsui Hisashi.
It hasn't been long since Wudao joined Takeishi Junior High School, and there hasn't been much team training during this period. Mitsui Shou also trained with the other players, and he only actually took part in the game yesterday.
In the first half yesterday, Mitsui played with ease. Although his offensive efficiency was very high, it was not as cool as Sendoh's offense, which made it difficult to feel Mitsui's true strength.
If there was anyone in Takeishi Junior High School who could suppress Sendoh after Sendoh was defeated, that person should be Mitsui Hisashi.
After all, it was Mitsui Hisashi, the man of fire who could call the shots in the high school basketball world by relying on his basketball experience in junior high school and his physical strength that was lower than that in junior high school.
Mitsui Shou, who did not play basketball for two crucial years in his freshman and sophomore years, was able to face a player from the national champion Sanno in the national competition, which shows how solid Mitsui Shou's foundation is. After two years of neglect, he is still at the top of the country. Such Mitsui Shou suddenly gave martial arts a sense of bottomlessness.
"Hey, don't look at me like that."
"That guy was actually pretty good. He almost defended me."
"I didn't play to my full potential in yesterday's game and only scored 41 points."
"That kid has had a great influence on me!"
Mitsui Shou grinned. Although he was a handsome young man, Wudao felt like hitting him.
"... ..."
"Mitsui, there's still some time before the gathering."
"Can you play some ball with me?"
Wu Dao scratched his head, walked up to a senior, put one hand on the basketball that the other was holding in front of his chest, grabbed it, and then turned to look at Mitsui Shou.
Jinguji Budo wanted to experience Mitsui Shou's strength personally. He wanted to know what level Mitsui Shou was at this stage.
Although Wu Dao's offensive ability was average, his defense was quite good. Although he needed to accumulate ball sense again, he didn't need defensive experience. Moreover, the hard training these days was not completely useless. At least Wu Dao no longer felt that kind of obstacle and unfamiliarity in controlling his body.
"hou~"
"Do you want to challenge me? Martial Arts!"
"If it's a challenge, I won't show mercy even if it's you."
"If you are not afraid of being attacked, then come on!"
Mitsui Shou smiled, very happily. Facing the challenge of martial arts, Mitsui Shou was slightly excited. Now a second-year student, Mitsui Shou had absolute strength and status in Takeishi Middle School, and no one in the team had challenged him to a fight.
"I'm still somewhat confident in my defense." Wu Dao threw the ball to Mitsui Shou and returned to the rest area to change his shoes. Mitsui Shou took the basketball, patted it, and excitedly said to the two second-year players:
"You guys be our referee."
"Today I want to show this kid Wu Dao what a talented player is."
Mitsui Shou was obviously excited by the challenge from Budo, and waved his hand to signal his two teammates to go to the sidelines, and then casually shot the ball, waiting for Budo to come in. The first-year students who were practicing on the other side also noticed what was happening here, and the training pace slowed down, and their attention was distracted here.
After changing his shoes, Wudao walked into the court. After jumping lightly to adapt himself, he came in front of Mitsui Shou.
"Need a warm-up?"
"You'll get hurt!"
Mitsui Shou patted the ball, threw it to Wudao, and asked with a smile.
"Play 11 points, no limit on the number of dribbles, no rebounds, and the scoring team can attack continuously."
"Take the ball from the top of the three-point line."
"You attack first."
Wudao simply outlined the rules, threw the ball to Mitsui Shou, then slowly lowered his center of gravity and looked serious.
Being able to lead his team to defeat a player of that strength, Mitsui is undoubtedly one of the top players in the county. If he has the opportunity to enter the national competition, he will surely become famous quickly with his strength.
Wu Dao wanted to confirm his own defensive level and Mitsui Shou's strength through Mitsui Shou.
The kick-off at the top of the three-point arc is also to simulate the actual combat scene. After all, in the game, unless Mitsui Shou is carrying the ball forward, in most cases, Mitsui receives the ball near the three-point line, and in a few cases, he will cut in without the ball.
"I attack first? Then you won't have a chance to touch the ball."
Mitsui Shou did not refuse and walked to a position about two meters outside the three-point line at the top of the arc. Wudao took the ball and came in front of Mitsui Shou, opened a distance of nearly one meter, and threw the ball to Mitsui Shou.
Wudao didn't know whether Mitsui Shou's breakthrough was sharp or not. After all, they had never faced each other head-on. Just in case, Wudao still reserved some space for defense.
"Hey, you're looking down on me by standing so far away from me?"
After receiving the ball, Mitsui Shou was not in a hurry to shoot. He held the basketball in his right hand and pointed his left hand in front of Wudao. As soon as he finished speaking, Mitsui Shou slightly bent his knees and grabbed the basketball with both hands, as if he was going to shoot.
"Can he be in that position?"
"It's a fake move!"
Wu Dao's expression froze, and he muttered to himself, but he still kept a low center of gravity and symbolically stretched out his hand in pretend defense.
He knew that Mitsui had the ability to shoot three-pointers, but this position was nearly two meters away from the three-point line, and the NBA three-point line was also around this position.
It is not easy for middle school students to shoot a three-pointer from this distance. If it is a standard shooting posture, not a push shot, many middle school students cannot even touch the basket from this position, let alone be accurate.
Just when Wu Dao was half-believing and half-doubting, Mitsui Shou took a shot. His shooting posture was beautiful and standard, and it was not a push shot.
Wu Dao turned his head in surprise and saw the basketball flying towards the basket.
The basketball spun and tumbled in the air, and its trajectory was very straight.
“Swish!”
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