"White Team No. 15! Expelled from the game!"
Takeishi's substitute players and the coach off the field had already rushed into the field and pulled away from Jinguji Budo. The doctor of the competition also quickly entered the field. A group of people surrounded Mitsui Hisashi, and another group surrounded the Aoyama player.
The referee finally didn't have to hold Wu Dao back anymore, so he immediately left the crowd and shouted loudly. His words calmed down the chaotic court a little.
"What? Expulsion?!" Anxi Zhengyi was holding Wudao's waist at this time. Wudao, who was pulled away by the crowd, was still struggling hard. It seemed that he was not ready to give up. He wanted to rush up and continue fighting with the Qingshan player. Wudao didn't listen to the referee's words at all.
That bastard actually dared to attack Mitsui Shou. Wu Dao was determined to defeat him today.
Mitsui Hisashi is not someone who has an iron shield and can act like nothing happened after being hit by an elbow. The young Mitsui Hisashi was not a person with an excellent physique, and the opponent's attack really hurt Mitsui.
Until now, Mitsui Shou still did not get up from the ground, still lying on the ground, although his breathing was steady, but he looked like he had fainted. The opponent's action just now was not aimed at defense at all, but was directly aimed at Mitsui Shou.
Being pulled down from mid-air, even a person with a physique like Sakuragi Hanamichi would need a long time to recover, let alone Mitsui Hisashi.
Hearing the referee's decision, Anxi Zhengyi couldn't help it. He let go of the hand that was holding Wudao, frowned and walked to the referee. He was about to argue with the other party, but his reason made him restrain himself.
Now Wudao has only been ejected from the game. If he as a coach has any conflicts with the referee again, it will not only be Wudao who will be affected, but the entire team will be affected.
Anzai Zhengyi turned his head to look at Wudao who was struggling hard, then looked at Mitsui Shou who was lying on the ground surrounded by doctors and team members, and finally sighed helplessly.
He walked back to Wu Dao's side, put a hand on Wu Dao's shoulder and squeezed it hard.
Anxi Zhengyi’s power was very strong. When he pinched Wudao’s shoulder, even Wudao felt pain and turned around to look at the other party.
"Budou, go take Mitsui to the hospital with the first-year substitutes."
"Compared to revenge, Mitsui's health is more important. Come with me to the hospital!"
Anzai Zhengyi's words made Wudao stop struggling. He turned around and looked at Mitsui Shou, and immediately walked towards Mitsui. At this time, Mitsui Shou was surrounded by doctors. A middle-aged doctor was holding a small light tube and turning over Mitsui's eyelids for a physical examination.
After a simple physical examination, someone was quickly asked to bring a single frame.
"Come, send him to the ambulance outside." The doctor directed several male medical staff, and they put Mitsui Hisashi on a stretcher and hurriedly carried him off the court. Takeishi's team leader said hello to Anzai Masayoshi and followed the medical team.
Wu Dao also walked out of the stadium without looking back at anyone from Qingshan High School, and he didn't even say a word of apology.
"Aoyama's bastard!"
Anzai Zhengyi watched Wudao and others leave, gritted his teeth, and took a vicious look at the Aoyama team member who was knocked to the ground by Wudao. Compared with Mitsui Shou, the opponent's injuries were too light, just skin injuries. At this time, the opponent's consciousness had regained clarity, but just in case, the medical team also moved the opponent onto a single frame and then rushed him to the hospital.
After Takeshi and Mitsui left, Takeishi Junior High School's starting lineup immediately lost two main offensive players. Anzai Zhengyi looked at the substitutes still on the court, and the gloom between his brows could not be dissipated. Although Takeishi Junior High School still maintained the lead, it was impossible for Takeishi Junior High School to maintain its lead until the end without two main players.
As the injured players were sent off the field and Budo left, the riot was finally declared over. Takeishi Junior High School and Aoyama Junior High School replaced their players with substitutes, and the game continued in a depressing atmosphere.
Takeishi Junior High School is a standard dual-core team. All of its offensive systems are built around Mitsui Hisashi and Jinguji Takeshi. Without these two people, Takeishi fell into a disadvantage not long after the game began, and the situation on the field became one-sided.
Anxi Zhengyi sat in his seat, clenching his fists, feeling like there was a blockage in his chest and he couldn't get it out. On the other hand, the coach of Qingshan High School was still full of energy and commanding the players on the sidelines during the game. Not only was he not worried about the players who were sent to the hospital, but he was also smiling.
"The ending is set..."
Anxi Zhengyi was very unwilling to accept the result. They had finally gotten the chance to compete with Quanzhong and had finally overcome the hurdle of Dongda No. 1 Middle School. Unexpectedly, they were defeated by a little-known team like Qingshan.
If it was because of their lack of strength, Anxi Zhengyi would not be so angry. The key is not that their Wu Shi is not strong enough, but that the other group of people are too despicable.
As the game progressed, Takeishi Middle School's lead was gradually equalized, and then the opponent overtook them, and then the score behind became larger and larger. Anzai Zhengyi looked at the scoreboard that kept changing, and punched the bench in anger, but his anger could not change anything. Takeishi's defeat could not be changed.
Without waiting for the game to end, Anxi Zhengyi had already asked the players who were still on the sidelines to pack up their things. Their journey to the national competition had ended.
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The sun is shining brightly, scorching the earth, and the air is filled with heat waves.
In a hospital ward, Mitsui Hisashi was lying on the bed, covered with a thin blanket.
There was a small electric fan on the bedside table next to the bed, blowing out hot air. Around the bed, several members of Takeishi's team sat around Mitsui's bed. Jinguji Takeshi sat on a bench, leaning against the wall, looking at the scenery outside the window.
"Click." There was a slight sound of turning the door lock, and the door of the ward was pushed open.
The team leader from Takeishi Junior High School walked into the ward with a small bag in his hand, and with him was an older doctor wearing glasses.
As soon as the doctor and the team leader walked into the room, several members of Takeishi's team stood up and came to the doctor's side. Only Takeishi was still sitting on the bench, but his eyes were looking at the doctor who had just walked in.
"Doctor, how is Mitsui-senpai doing?"
Mitsui Shou was sent to the hospital and underwent some tests, and the results of the tests just came out.
"According to the current examination, there is nothing wrong. The current diagnosis is a mild concussion. It will be fine after rest."
"We'll do a detailed further examination after he wakes up. You don't have to worry."
The doctor smiled and explained Mitsui's condition to Takeishi's team members, then walked through the crowd, came to Mitsui's side, looked at Mitsui's condition, and did another physical examination. After finding no other problems, the doctor comforted everyone and left the ward.
"Okay, Mitsui Hisashi will be fine, don't worry." The team leader sat down on the empty bed next to him, glanced at Mitsui Hisashi, and then looked at Jinguji Budo.
As the team leader, he was of course familiar with the team member Wudao. He did not expect that Wudao, who had always gotten along well with his teammates, would be the first to rush up and fight with the opponent after Mitsui Shou was injured.
The team leader did not have any prejudice against martial arts, nor did he think that martial arts was bad. On the contrary, he admired martial arts' attitude, but he was also worried about the future of martial arts.
Expulsion? If it were that simple, it would be fine.
"Budo, you have to be mentally prepared for the fact that you're going to hit someone on the court."
"Medical expenses and post-match punishment are inevitable. Expulsion is just the beginning. In the worst case, you may even be suspended."
"It's not just a ban for one or two games, it could be a ban from participating in county competitions and national competitions."
"Although your actions this time are satisfying, your martial arts are still too impulsive."
Team leader Wu Shi sighed, but still felt that he had to remind Wu Dao that it was always good to be mentally prepared.
"It's all done. I have nothing to say."
"It wouldn't matter if that guy was coming for me, but he actually dared to lay a hand on the mistress. I won't let him off easily."
"I'll pay the money, and being banned doesn't matter. I don't regret it."
Wu Dao closed his eyes slightly, folded his hands in front of his chest and said nonchalantly. Suspension is indeed a very severe punishment, but it is not likely to have any fatal impact on Wu Dao.
If the suspension is only for one or two years, he can still play and train as usual. He just won't participate in any competitions. After the suspension period is over, he will be a good man again.
For martial arts, junior high school is ultimately just a period of accumulation. It doesn’t matter whether you participate in competitions or not. There is still a chance to dominate the country.
If the suspension is long, say five or six years, Wudao can just tell his family and return to his motherland to develop. Wudao's grandfather, Wugong's father, has always been in the country, so he can just go back to school. If he chooses the professional basketball route, it will be much better than staying here.
The reason why Wudao went to school in Neon was only because of the presence of Mitsui Hisashi, Rukawa Kaede and others. He wanted to experience what it felt like to win the championship by forming a team with Mitsui and others.
There is really no other way. It will be the same if I return to my country to study. Although there are regrets, it will not affect my long-term planning for martial arts.
Compared to the price he paid, Wudao felt that teaching the other party a lesson this time made him feel better.
“Don’t you regret it... Wudao, you kid..." The team leader looked at Wudao and couldn’t help laughing. He really liked Wudao’s personality.
"Regret? Regret for what?" At this moment, a low murmur sounded.
Mitsui Shou, who had been in a coma, woke up slowly. As soon as he woke up, he heard something and asked whether he regretted it or not.
"Um?"
"Xiao San, you're awake!"
Wu Dao was originally looking at the scenery outside the window. When he heard Mitsui Shou's voice, his face lit up with joy and he quickly leaned to the head of Mitsui's bed.
"Martial Arts."
"Is this... a hospital?"
"I'm still on the court. Why am I here?"
"How's the game going? What are you talking about just now, whether you regret it or not?"
After Mitsui Shou woke up, he quickly regained consciousness. He spoke weakly at first, but as his consciousness became clearer, he spoke with more strength.
"Have you forgotten? You were shooting arrows on horseback, but you were cut down by someone and passed out."
"The doctor said you have a mild concussion. It shouldn't be a big problem. But after you wake up, we still need to do some tests."
"As for me, I killed the general who killed you with my own hands, and was rewarded by the referee to accompany you."
Seeing Mitsui Shou wake up, Wudao was in a good mood and started joking.
"What's all this mess?"
"Mitsui, don't listen to him."
"You were fouled and sent to the hospital because you were injured."
"And Budo hit the Qingshan player who fouled you and was ejected."
"As for the game, I don't know yet. Looking at the time, it should be over."
Takeishi's leader rolled his eyes at Takeshi and explained to Mitsui Shou.
At this time, Mitsui Shou had fully recovered his consciousness and remembered everything that happened before the collision. Hearing the words of his leader, he suddenly stood up from the hospital bed. However, the violent movement gave him a headache and he couldn't help but cover his head.
After the pain subsided a little, Mitsui Shou grabbed Wudao's collar and said angrily:
"You bastard! Didn't you tell me to calm down? Why did you do it yourself?!"
"I'm out. As long as you're here, the team still has a chance. Now that both of us are out, how can the team win?!"
"You bastard, do you know what you have done?!"
Mitsui Shou was very angry, but he was not just angry, he was also worried. From the team leader's words, Mitsui Shou certainly knew what Wu Dao had done. He was driven out of the game, which meant that he must have had a violent conflict with the opponent, otherwise this would not have happened.
At the beginning, Wudao was still telling Mitsui Shou to stay calm and not to be provoked, but at the beginning of the second half, he started fighting with others. This moved Mitsui Shou and made him feel deeply guilty. At the same time, this self-blame also ignited Mitsui Shou's anger. It would be more accurate to say that he was angry with himself rather than Wudao.
"Okay, okay, you just woke up, don't get excited."
"The two of us can't change the outcome of the game. Maybe the coach and Captain Fujii can lead Takeishi to victory."
"Don't worry about it."
"That bastard from Qingshan actually dared to play dirty tricks. Don't let me see him again, or I'll beat him up twice if I see him once!"
Wudao patted Mitsui's hand and said with a smile. Mitsui saw Wudao's nonchalant look and felt angry and annoyed, but he also knew that they couldn't change anything, so he dropped his hand helplessly.
"Budo.....I'm sorry." Mitsui Shou lowered his head and uttered these words.
"Why are you sorry? We are friends, aren't we?" Wu Dao leaned against the wall and said with a smile.
At this moment, the door of the ward was opened again. Anxi Zhengyi, with a gloomy face, led a large group of people from Takeishi Middle School into the ward.
"coach!"
"How was the game?" a team member asked nervously when he saw Anxi Zhengyi.
"Of course we lost the game, but that's not the most important thing." Anxi Zhengyi replied with a gloomy face, then looked at Wu Dao with a serious expression and continued:
"Budo, you are suspended because of the conflict on the court!"
"Three years."
"It means that you will no longer be able to participate in basketball games during your junior high school years."
Everyone was shocked when they heard this, and they all looked at Wu Dao. Although Wu Dao was a little surprised, he was mentally prepared and his expression did not change much. He just nodded slightly to show that he understood.
On the contrary, Mitsui Shou was shocked and asked hurriedly: "Banned?! Banned for three years?! How could this happen? Why!"
"I want to find my father. If he is banned for three years, Budo... Budo..." Mitsui Hisashi stuttered as he looked back at Budo and at Anzai Masayoshi.
"Mitsui, the result cannot be changed."
"This is a perfect hit. Martial arts behavior is very bad."
"I have a friend who is a member of the tournament committee. He was banned for three years. This was the result after much effort."
"Budou...you..." Anxi Zhengyi looked at Budou. He thought that the person who could not accept it the most would be Budou, but he did not expect that the most excited one was Mitsui Shou. On the contrary, Budou had a calm face.
"It's okay, coach. I'm mentally prepared."
"A three-year ban? ... That's really a long time."
Wu Dao murmured, glanced at the excited Mitsui Shou, patted Mitsui on the shoulder, and said with a smile:
"Don't worry, Xiaosan. I'm just not participating in the competition, not stopping playing."
"Coach, I'm suspended, but you won't kick me out of the team, right?"
"I have been injured for the team and I have bled for the team."
Wu Dao smiled and raised his right hand, pointing to a little blood on it, but he didn't know whether the blood was his.
Seeing Wu Dao's appearance, Anxi Zhengyi couldn't help laughing, shook his head, and said:
"What nonsense are you talking about? You are our Wu Shi's 'God of War'!"
"How could I bear to kick you out of the team?"
"You are not the first person to dare to take action in Quanzhong, but you are the first in the history of our Takeishi team."
"Now that Mitsui is awake, the rest of the team should go back to the hotel and rest. Takeru and I will accompany Mitsui for the next checkup. If everything is alright, we will set off back to Kanagawa tomorrow."
Anzai Masayoshi waved to the other team members, and Takeishi's team leader called the team members and left the ward. After the rest of the team left, Anzai Masayoshi sat next to Mitsui Shou and patted Mitsui on the shoulder.
At this time, Mitsui Shou covered his face with his hands, and his body was shaking slightly. Although no sound came out, tears flowed out from between his fingers.
The one who was most sad about Budo's suspension was not Budo, but Mitsui who had caused the conflict. Mitsui felt that it was his own fault that caused Budo to attack, and he felt that it was him who caused Budo to be suspended.
For an average junior high school student, missing three years of competition experience will definitely have a huge impact on their basketball career.
"Xiao San, don't be like this. The guy from Qingshan High School is the culprit. Don't feel any psychological burden."
"I was banned, it was my problem."
"As for the price, I can afford it!"
Wu Dao stood up and sat on the bed, put his arm around Mitsui's shoulders, and spoke softly.
He really doesn't care. It really doesn't matter to him whether he plays in the game or not. The training of his basketball skills will not be wasted because of not playing games. As for the game experience, this kind of thing is the best thing for players to accumulate.
Basketball players never rely on game experience to make a living. They rely on basics, training, basketball IQ, talent, environment and... social skills. The most unreliable thing is experience.
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