"Hey, center, what are you doing here instead of standing inside and waiting for the ball to come out?"
"If you were inside just now, I could pass the ball to you and you could score. Why did you run out?"
Just as Wudao was running to the baseline to pick up the ball, two first-year players came back to receive the ball. The guard who had just broken through with the ball came behind Wudao and complained.
In his opinion, it was Wu Dao's mistake that caused their team to lose the scoring opportunity, not his responsibility for missing the open shot.
“… … .”
“I can’t stand it anymore!”
Wu Dao, who had just squatted down to pick up the ball, heard this and immediately felt his blood rushing up and veins popping out of his forehead. He grabbed the basketball with one hand, slowly turned his head, stared at his teammate with a grim look, threw the ball over, and then said word by word:
"You! Come here! Start! The ball!"
Wudao's ferocious expression still made Inoue Jinzaburo feel a little worried. Although Wudao looked very thin, his height was there after all. Wudao with a ferocious face was really intimidating.
"Tsk... just serve."
"Remember to pass the ball to me, I'm the defender of the team!"
Inoue Jinsaburo held the basketball and walked to the end line. After reaching the end line, he passed the basketball to Wudao, then quickly stepped back onto the court and made a gesture to receive the ball towards Wudao.
Unexpectedly, Wudao, who got the basketball, ignored Inoue Rensaburo and just moved forward with the basketball.
The changes in the first-year backcourt were noticed by coach Anxi Zhengyi on the sidelines. As the referee, he had handed the whistle to a third-year player without knowing when. He himself sat on a bench beside the court with a writing board in his hand, writing something on it.
Seeing the change in the first-year player who was in control of the ball, Anzai Zhengyi stopped what he was doing, raised his head and looked at Wudao who was advancing with the ball.
The defensive pressure that the second and third grade teams put on the first grade team was not actually very great. At least the senior team's defense did not invade the first grade team's backcourt.
Therefore, Wu Dao’s dribbling speed was not very fast. He slowly moved forward with the ball while adapting to the field.
The first-year players' offensive formation was totally disorganized. Inoue Jinsaburo, who was serving the ball from the baseline, didn't say much after seeing Wu Dao controlling the ball himself. He quickly ran across the center line and took a position outside the three-point line. The other teammates were also distributed in the middle and long distances, and were guarded by several senior players.
Seeing Wudao advancing with the ball, the first-year players looked at him blankly. They didn't move or respond. They just stood there stupidly, as if waiting for Wudao's offensive performance.
Wudao brought the ball to the frontcourt. Chiba Daishi used his brain this time. He did not run out to defend stupidly, but stayed in the inside.
As he walked along the martial arts path, no one was keeping a close eye on him.
"Why are these teammates looking at me with such stupid faces?"
"Move! Set a screen! Are you waiting for me to pass the ball in this position?!"
But when Wu Dao came to the frontcourt with the ball, he was stunned when he saw the positions of his teammates. None of these freshmen thought about running for pick-and-roll. They all stood beside the seniors and looked at Wu Dao, with no intention of getting rid of the defense.
This kind of positioning made Wudao, who wanted to pass the ball, quite passive.
"Are these the elites recruited by Takeishi Middle School? What a bunch of scumbags!"
Two seconds had passed since Wudao arrived at the frontcourt, and still no player showed any sign of moving. He could not help but shake his head secretly and glanced at Chiba Daishi standing in the inside. Wudao decided to attack on his own.
"Let's give it a try. Maybe my offense can motivate my teammates to attack more actively."
Wu Dao brought the ball to the three-point line. His action seemed to stimulate the senior players. The senior player who was originally defending another player ran directly towards Wu Dao.
As for defense, the senior players could ignore it when Wudao was 2 to 3 meters outside the three-point line, but once Wudao showed his intention to enter the inside, it was impossible to ignore it.
"Gap!"
Wu Dao, who was lowering his body to speed up, suddenly saw a defensive player from the opposing team running towards him. Behind his field of vision, a huge gap appeared for his teammates.
Wudao, sensing an opportunity, slammed the ball, and when the basketball bounced back to his waist, he quickly slapped it with his right hand.
“Bang!”
With a slight sound, the basketball passed through the senior players who came to defend like a cannonball and flew straight towards Wudao's teammates.
"Um?!"
“Pass the ball!”
The team member who was about to defend Wu Dao only felt a red light passing quickly by him. When he came to his senses, he had already lost the best opportunity to intercept.
Wudao had a very good grasp of the timing of passing the ball, and he also calculated the landing point of the basketball. His teammates only needed to take a small step forward to easily catch the ball.
Although Wu Dao didn't have much feeling for shooting, he could still pass the ball. In this game, his plan was to use his court vision and basketball IQ to win the favor of the coach!
Just when he thought his team would score because of the open space he created, a scream came from the field.
“Ah~”
It turned out that Wu Dao's teammate was not prepared to catch the ball at all. He didn't realize that Wu Dao would pass the basketball to him. The basketball passed directly in front of his eyes, hit the bench on the sidelines, and bounced out.
After a scream, the team member looked at Wu Dao in confusion, and then showed a dull and innocent expression.
This sudden scene made the entire stadium quiet again. The next second, Mitsui Hisashi and others who were watching the game on the sidelines burst into laughter again.
"Ha ha ha ha!!"
"Look at that guy. The basketball has already flown out of the court, but he's still confused! Hahahaha!"
Mitsui Shou laughed loudly, causing the players watching the game to laugh. Even the coach Anzai Zhengyi couldn't help but cover his head and shook his head when he saw this scene, and then looked at Wudao.
"This kid has a very good grasp of opportunities. Although his dribbling seems a bit stiff, his court vision is still pretty good."
"The pass was powerful, but the receiver's negligence turned it into a turnover."
"His dribbling is so-so. He can't play as a guard, but he should have no problem playing as a supporting center or power forward."
"From the previous offensive shot, we can see that this kid is good at pick-and-roll. If he works hard to cooperate with A-Shou, our Takeishi Junior High School will be able to reach a higher level this year."
"His height is also very good. Although his strength is not so good, he should have no problem helping with rebounds with his height."
"After practicing for a while, I should be able to become even stronger."
"Let's take a look at this kid's defense. If his defense is good, he can be promoted to the starting power forward position!"
Although the game had only been going on for a few minutes, Anzai Zhengyi had already thought a lot. In his mind, he had already imagined the scene of Wudao and Mitsui Shou coordinating the attack inside and outside. Just as Anzai Zhengyi was looking forward to the future in his mind, a quarrel was heard in the stadium.
"Hey! Can you pass the ball?"
"If you don't know how to pass the ball, just play center well and don't run around and take away my ball!"
"You know, I'm the defender of our team!"
After seeing Takeshi Takeda's pass go out of bounds, Inoue Jinsaburo chuckled a few times, then raised his head, came to Takeshi Takeda and scolded him loudly. Perhaps it was Takeshi Takeda's pass that gave him confidence.
"I don't want to be told by someone like you that I can't pass the ball."
"After all, I didn't pass the ball over anyone's head!"
Wudao was not polite in the face of Inoue Jinzaburo's ridicule, and directly retorted. Then, regardless of Inoue Jinzaburo's expression, he glanced at the players who were still standing there "sluggishly" and began to return to defense with an expressionless face.
“This... this bastard... ” Inoue Jinsaburo’s face turned red due to Wudao’s ridicule, and he only uttered these words after Wudao left.
Although Wu Dao did not blame the teammate who made the mistake in catching the ball, his expression turned cold after the team made two mistakes in a row. After returning to the court, Wu Dao walked into the inner circle, calmed down, and looked gloomy.
"Even though it's just a practice match, I don't want to lose!"
"I don't want to lose to a junior high school student!"
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