Anxi Zhengyi did not formulate any so-called playing style or plan in this game, giving his players ample room to play.
Mitsui Shou's proposal to let Jinguji Takeshi take the lead did not attract any opposition from the other team members. On the contrary, several of them nodded slightly in agreement. Captain Fujii Masao even walked up to Takeshi and encouraged him:
"Budao, feel free to shoot, I will protect the rebound."
Fujii had a gentle and friendly smile on his face as he encouraged Budo. As a third-year junior high school student, he was not eager for offensive possession. All he wanted was victory. Nothing was more important than victory.
"I'll do my best." Wu Dao replied with a smile, and then looked at the players from No. 4 Middle School on the opposite side.
Today's competition is actually a time to test the results of Wudao's training over this period of time.
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The conference gave the two teams 20 minutes to warm up. During the warm-up, the referees were also discussing the scale of the penalty. At the edge of the court, there were a few local newspaper reporters standing scattered around, but they all looked bored and obviously didn't care about this game.
After shooting a few shots, they were writing the manuscript. Their report for today was almost finished when the opening ceremony was just underway. As for the report on this game? Not important.
In the noisy environment, the warm-up time passed quietly.
As the referee's sharp whistle sounded in the stadium, the players of both teams returned to the rest area to make a final adjustment before walking onto the court. As the players entered the court and took their seats, the buzzing sound from the audience seats also quieted down a lot at this time.
Wearing a white team uniform, Takeshi Jinguji followed the other players into the stadium and then stood at the side of his own half. Not long after he took his position, a player from No. 4 Middle School wearing a blue No. 5 jersey stood in front of him.
The height of this No. 4 Middle School player was only up to Wu Dao's chest, which was almost two heads shorter than Wu Dao. Although Wu Dao was not a big man, the No. 4 Middle School player was not strong either. Standing in front of Wu Dao, he was like a child standing in front of an adult.
Wudao lowered his head and looked down at the member of the fourth middle school team. His expression changed several times, and suddenly a strong sense of guilt emerged in his heart.
"With this height, I'm afraid it's only 160cm? Why would you let this person guard me?"
"A small player has an advantage over a big player?"
While Wu Dao was puzzled, he looked towards other places on the court.
The same situation happened in other places on the court. The player facing Chiba Oishi was about a head shorter than him, and his height was estimated to be around 170cm. The center in the center circle who jumped the ball with Fujii Masao was also much shorter than Fujii, and looked to be around 180cm.
The four players in the group facing Toyokawa Taro and the group facing Mitsui Hisashi were not much different in height.
However, the average height difference between the two teams was immediately apparent the moment the players took their positions. The difference was most exaggerated in the martial arts group, with two people
As the players took their positions, the buzzing sound in the audience became much louder.
"Hey, hey, hey, are you kidding me? Isn't this bullying?"
"No. 4 Middle School is really pitiful. In the first game, they actually met Takeishi Middle School, the top eight team from the previous year. The difference in strength is obvious to the naked eye!"
The audience watched the two teams' players take their positions on the court, and they all expressed sympathy for No. 4 Middle School. Jinguji Budo's matchup was too conspicuous, and even the audience in the stands could clearly see the height difference between the two.
The audience was talking quite loudly, and the players on the field could more or less hear some of it. The player standing in front of Wu Dao's face turned slightly red, as if he was a little stage frightened, but when he looked up at Wu Dao, his eyes were slightly fearful but also extremely firm.
"Hu..." Wu Dao let out a sigh of relief, threw away the guilt in his heart, and encouraged softly:
"Let's work together and try to bring victory to our team."
Wu Dao's words made the little boy in front of him visibly stunned. After two seconds, he nodded heavily. Even his nervousness was relieved a lot because of Wu Dao's words.
“Beep!”
The referee walked into the court with the ball, stood in the center circle, blew the whistle, and then threw the basketball into the air.
"Hah!!" Masao Fujii, who was jumping the ball in the center circle, shouted loudly and jumped before the four centers. Relying on his control of timing and height advantage, he successfully caught the basketball before his opponents.
The basketball flew directly and quickly to the diagonal rear, and the direction it flew was exactly where Wu Dao was.
Wu Dao's position was not very good, and the player number five from No. 4 Middle School took a better position by moving sideways, waiting for the basketball to fly into his hands.
"I successfully stole their jump ball!" Number 5 from No. 4 Middle School was secretly surprised. He didn't expect that the positioning would be so smooth. He stared at the basketball, waiting for it to fly into his hands.
However, when the basketball flew over his head, a big hand suddenly stretched out from above his head, and then a long arm appeared in his sight. Number 4-5 tried to stretch his arm, but it only reached the elbow of the arm behind him. He watched helplessly as the basketball was taken away by the big hand.
It is quite easy to pick flowers on the top.
Without even jumping, Wu Dao easily took the basketball into his hands, glanced at the stunned players from No. 4 Middle School in front of him, pulled away a little, and slowly advanced with the ball to the front court. After Wu Dao kicked the ball forward, the No. 5 player from No. 4 Middle School seemed to have come back to his senses, quietly returned to the court, and entered the defensive position in advance.
"Victory will come very easily!" Anxi Zhengyi, who was below the stadium, saw this scene, and a smile suddenly appeared on his calm face, and he whispered softly.
In the stadium, Wu Dao entered the front court with the ball. The other players from Takeishi Middle School did not even move around. They were evenly scattered around the three-point line. Only Fujii Masao was left in the inside line, making the area within the three-point line empty. After taking their positions, the several Takeishi players focused their eyes on Wu Dao, waiting for something.
In front of Wu Dao, the No. 5 player from No. 4 Middle School lowered his center of gravity and stared at Wu Dao closely without letting up. Seeing the other player's appearance, Wu Dao sighed slightly, dribbled the ball and came in front of him, then turned his body, lowered his center of gravity, and half-sideways stuck to the other player.
Wu Dao was not in a hurry. He just carried the ball, chasing the opponent and pressing towards the three-point line.
Wu Dao's strength was indeed only raised to the level of junior high school D, but he still easily chased the opponent and successfully entered the three-point line. A member of the fourth middle school who was closer to Wu Dao seemed to realize that his teammate could not stop the opponent, so he moved forward and tried to assist in defense.
But before the opponent arrived, Wudao held the ball with both hands, turned forward and faced the basket, then turned around and made a jump shot about two meters inside the three-point line.
Wudao's movements were neat and smooth. Although the player from No. 4 Middle School who was defending him tried very hard to stop Wudao's shot, his arms were stretched out so hard that he couldn't reach the basketball at all, and his jump shot didn't pose any threat at all.
Wu Dao didn't feel any defensive pressure at all and it felt like training. He wasn't nervous or impatient at all and just shot the ball easily and comfortably.
"Swish!" The basketball fell steadily into the basket, and a crisp sound of the net rang out from the court.
Wu Dao, who successfully scored the first goal of the competition, did not feel much excitement or joy at this moment. Instead, he felt deeply bored.
That feeling is like the ethereal state after a shiver.
Wudao likes playing ball and he likes to have competitions, but he likes to be evenly matched and to have a great time. The player from No. 4 Middle School in front of him obviously cannot give Wudao this feeling.
Wu Dao, who successfully scored the point, did not celebrate at all. He turned around and slowly ran back to his own half.
"How lonely it is to be invincible~"
The silent BGM lingered around Wu Dao, and his back actually seemed a little lonely and empty at this moment.
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