“Swish!”
As the basketball entered the net, a crisp sound of the net swishing was heard. The first-year students who were practicing basketball in the distance were all staring at Mitsui Shou's silhouette in amazement, not even noticing the basketball in their hands rolling down.
Even the sophomores who had been teammates with Mitsui for a year looked at the basket in confusion. After a long while, they turned around and looked at Mitsui. They were several beats late before announcing:
“3:0.”
Jinguji Budo was surprised to see the basketball go into the net. He turned around and looked at Mitsui Shou. He didn't expect that Mitsui Shou could actually make a three-pointer from such a position. Such a shooting ability obviously exceeded Budo's expectations of Mitsui Shou's strength.
"snort!"
"How is it? Martial arts."
"Next, you shouldn't underestimate me anymore."
Mitsui Shou said to Wu Dao with a smug smile on his face. Although he looked very proud, he was actually very lucky in his heart. His aim was not that accurate when shooting from this position. He could only say that he had a chance to score. Being able to score this goal smoothly would be very beneficial to Mitsui Shou's next attack.
"Very good."
"I admit that I underestimated you. I didn't expect you to be able to shoot from this position."
"Not anymore."
Wu Dao replied to Mitsui Shou, and then waved to the second-year senior who was acting as the referee. At Wu Dao's signal, the other party picked up the ball and threw it to Wu Dao. After Wu Dao caught the ball, he walked in front of Mitsui Shou and threw it to Mitsui Shou.
Mitsui passed the ball back to Wudao for inspection, and this time Wudao once again shortened the distance between him and Mitsui after receiving the ball. The distance between the two was only about 50 centimeters, which was quite close. After reaching this position, Wudao passed the ball to Mitsui, and then covered his face with one hand while keeping close to Mitsui, and raised the other hand to prevent Mitsui from breaking through.
Obviously, Mitsui's shooting just now left a deep impression on Wudao. Wudao didn't plan to continue shooting. Since the opponent had such a high level of shooting ability, he needed to be wary of three-pointers.
"Hehe!" Mitsui Shou received the ball and noticed that Wudao was close to him. With a smile on his face, he bent down slightly, tapped the ground with his left foot, and swung his upper body left and right with his center of gravity. While avoiding Wudao's palm that blocked his vision, he tried to test the direction of Wudao's defense.
As Mitsui's center of gravity changed, Wudao also actively adjusted his steps and changed his center of gravity, while slightly keeping a distance to give himself some room to react.
At this moment, Mitsui Hisashi, who was originally bending over and taking a probing step, suddenly straightened up and looked towards the basket.
"This time, it must be a fake move!"
A cold light flashed in Wudao's eyes. He pretended to raise his hands to defend, but his center of gravity did not rise much, guarding against Mitsui Shou's breakthrough.
Sure enough, Mitsui saw Takeshi approaching with his hands raised and smiled triumphantly, then quickly dribbled the ball and tried to break through. However, just as Mitsui was about to make a move, Takeshi suddenly lowered his center of gravity, slid in front of Mitsui, and at the same time stretched out his right hand and hit the basketball.
The two seniors watching the game were shocked when they saw this scene. Even with their eyesight, they could see the basketball level displayed by this offense and defense. And just when these two "spectators" were immersed in the game, a deep voice sounded from their ears:
"Nice defensive move!"
The two players who were watching the game turned their heads quickly when they heard the voice, and suddenly found that the coach Anzai Zhengyi had appeared behind them without them knowing. "Coach Anzai Zhengyi?"
Anzai Zhengyi was wearing a loose casual sportswear today with a whistle hanging around his neck. He was standing behind two second-year players, watching the match between Wudao and Mitsui Shou on the field.
He ignored the two players who greeted him, pushed up his glasses, and looked at the two people on the field with deep eyes.
At this moment in the court, Mitsui was holding the ball and rushing forward against Takeshi, but Takeshi's reaction speed was too fast, and he also tried to steal the ball. Mitsui was forced to stop after running only two steps. He slightly turned sideways to protect the basketball and prevented Takeshi from stealing the ball.
“You actually reacted?!” Wudao emptied one hand, and stopped abruptly in surprise, adjusting his center of gravity.
At this time, Mitsui Shou was also adjusting his rhythm. He quickly retreated with the ball to increase the distance when his strong attack failed. However, since Wudao already knew that Mitsui Shou had the ability to shoot three-pointers from a long distance, how could he let Mitsui Shou increase the distance
Mitsui had just retreated with the ball when Wudao immediately followed him, not wanting to give Mitsui a chance to shoot.
But just as Wudao was moving forward, Mitsui Shou, who was standing upright and retreating, suddenly crouched down, accelerated instantly, and rushed towards the inside. Wudao was also startled by Mitsui Shou's sudden action, and without thinking, he immediately caught up with him.
However, just as Budo ran to Mitsui's side, Mitsui, who was originally rushing forward with the ball, suddenly stopped, pulled the ball back with his right hand, and shot directly from the three-point line. The shot was so fast and sudden that he didn't even have time to adjust his shooting posture, and of course, there was no time for Budo to react and return to defense.
"You shot it too hastily, it won't go in!" Wu Dao glanced at Mitsui, then quickly turned his head to look at the basket.
Although Wudao made such a judgment, Mitsui Shou, who threw the ball, clenched his right fist with a confident smile on his face.
The moment the basketball was shot, Mitsui knew he could score!
"Swish!" Under the gaze of everyone, the basketball fell steadily into the basket, making another crisp sound.
"Ohhhh! As expected of Mitsui, what an amazing shot!"
"Jinguji-san is no match for Mitsui!"
The two second-year players watching the game couldn't help but exclaimed when they saw the ball go into the net. Even Anzai Zhengyi, who had been expressionless, smiled and nodded, praising: "As expected of Mitsui. After returning from vacation, he has become even stronger."
"With his current strength, he is a very outstanding player across the country."
"With him this year, qualifying for the national competition won't be a problem at all!"
After Anzai Zhengyi finished speaking, he looked at Jinguji Wudao who was standing in the middle of the field and breathing slowly. A look of surprise flashed across Wudao's face, and in just a few seconds, Wudao regained his composure. Mitsui Shou's continuous successful attacks did not seem to stir up any waves in the young man's heart.
“The shooting ability is really strong, and the timing is also very good.”
"Mitsui is much stronger than Rukawa."
"With such shooting ability, as long as his teammates don't make mistakes and help to create more opportunities, then Mitsui will be a stable output turret for Takeishi."
Wudao took a deep breath and thought to himself. Mitsui is very comprehensive. His breakthroughs and shots are very sharp. He is much more difficult to deal with than Rukawa.
Such players are difficult to deal with on the court, but if it is a bullfight, it is much easier.
"How is it? Martial Arts, you can't defend against me!"
"Your defense is about the same as that of the pot-head guy yesterday. If it's only this level, I'll take the victory of this match!"
Mitsui Shou still maintained his shooting posture until this moment. After he finished speaking, he slowly put his hand down. His arrogant look made Wudao want to hit him.
“... ..”
"I've warmed up. I'm not going to hold back. I'm going to turn up the intensity!"
Wu Dao stretched his arms, rubbed his shoulders, and walked towards Mitsui Shou with a bad look on his face.
"Really?"
"Then come on over here."
Mitsui Shou smiled, returned to the top of the arc, and hooked his finger at Wudao.
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