The match between Yokota Junior High School and Kitamura Junior High School went as expected, without any surprises. The young Akagi Takenori had no way to deal with Yokota Junior High School led by Shinomiya Tano, and was eliminated by Yokota Junior High School early on.
The following match between Takeishi Junior High School and Umezawa Junior High School was also unusually easy. A junior high school with no reputation was directly destroyed by Takeishi Junior High School led by Mitsui Hisashi.
The whole game was overwhelming. For Takeishi Junior High School, there was no chance for them to even feel the tense atmosphere. Mitsui was substituted off early in the first half and the substitutes came on to continue the game.
The result was that Takeishi Junior High School won 86:44 and successfully entered the fourth round.
Takeshi Jinguji Takeshi did not watch the entire game of Takeishi Junior High School. After the first half of the game, Takeshi already knew the result of the game, so he left the stadium early and took the train back.
The weather today is not very good. It was very hot and humid in the morning. By the afternoon, the sky was already covered with dark clouds and fine raindrops were falling from the sky.
Summer rain comes and goes quickly, and Wudao's luck is pretty good. When he arrived at the station near his home, the rain had stopped and the sun once again shone on the ground. Wudao, wearing a judo uniform, walked on the wet ground and returned home.
It had just rained, and there was still a lot of water on the small court in the front yard. It was already time to go home, and Wudao had no intention of going to school. In addition, because of the competition, Fujima Shinichi had also stopped training. In Fujima Shinichi's words, competition was the best training.
Wu Dao, who had nothing to do, changed into a sports suit and decided to go out for a stroll.
After coming to this world for so long, Budo has not really had a good time strolling around the streets here. He spends most of his time training, whether at home, at school, or with Fujima Shinichi.
The place I go to most often is the park stadium not far from my home. I run most of the time at night. As for appreciating the local scenery, I have never experienced martial arts.
Today is a rare day of free time, so Wudao plans to take a good stroll.
There were very few people on the street after the rain. It was clear, but not long after Wu Dao went out, the sky became gloomy again. This made the already quiet street even more desolate.
But Wudao really likes this feeling, and even takes the side roads when shopping.
I don't know why, but Wu Dao really likes the feeling of "winding paths leading to secluded places". The intricate alleys can bring Wu Dao an inexplicable sense of comfort. There are urbanized streets, but without the hustle and bustle of the downtown. A wonderful sense of comfort envelopes Wu Dao's heart.
Wudao of Jinguji was enjoying the peace and quiet as he slowly turned a corner. But at this moment, he felt a tightness in his chest as a figure bumped into him as he turned the corner.
"Pah!" There was a light sound. When Takeshi Jinguji came to his senses, in front of him, there was a bald young man in a black student uniform lying on the wet ground, looking at Takeshi Jinguji who suddenly appeared from the corner of the street with a look of astonishment.
"Um?"
"Sorry, sorry, I didn't notice you, are you okay?!"
With an apologetic look on his face, Jinguji Takeshi walked up to the young man, bent down, and stretched out his hand, trying to help the young man up.
“Bang!”
"Asshole! Don't you have eyes? How dare you bump into me? You've made my clothes dirty!"
"You think you can get away with it with just a simple apology?! It's not that simple!"
With a slight sound, the bald man on the ground waved his hand and slapped Wu Dao's hand, and started to curse. While the young man was cursing, seven young men in black uniforms silently surrounded Wu Dao in the center.
It was not until this time that Wu Dao discovered that the young man he had knocked to the ground actually had seven companions. Looking up, he saw that among the seven people surrounding Wu Dao, four of them had bruised faces and even blood stains on their faces, as if they had just been beaten.
The aura emanating from this group of people made Wu Dao frown slightly. It was not because the other party's aura was so strong, but because he could tell at a glance that these people were not good people.
Judging from their uniform styles, they should be high school students for sure. However, none of their hairstyles look like students. Some have bald heads, some have crew cuts, and some even have greasy and shiny hair, obviously from using a lot of hair wax.
Who uses hair wax these days
"Bad boy... My good mood is gone in an instant." Wu Dao sighed in his heart, retracted his outstretched hand, straightened his waist, and clasped his hands in front of his chest, vaguely making a defensive posture. At the same time, he looked down at the bald young man and asked with a smile:
"Really? Isn't an apology enough? Then what do you want me to do?"
Wu Dao grinned, but there was no smile in his eyes, only coldness.
"My clothes are custom made. You have to compensate me for them. It doesn't cost much. Ten thousand!"
The bald young man looked Wu Dao up and down. Although Wu Dao was tall, he looked very young and his body was not that of a burly man. Moreover, the clothes, pants, and shoes that Wu Dao wore were all branded. He looked like a child from a wealthy family. And now he seemed to be very cowardly and easy to talk to.
This style gave the bald young man other ideas.
"Customized?! Ten thousand doors?!" Wudao looked at the school uniform on the other person and couldn't help scratching his head, his mouth corners widening.
"With all this garbage on you, you still want 10,000 doors?!" Wu Dao said with a smile. He looked at the bald young man's liver-colored face and was about to continue mocking him when he saw a young man with a crew cut and a wound on his face walk out of the other team. He stood in front of the bald young man and said, "I'm not going to do that now. I ...
"Let's just leave this matter at that."
"Itaquan, we have other things to do."
The young man with the crew cut seemed to feel that Wudao was a little difficult to deal with, so in order to avoid any further complications, he chose to mediate.
Wu Dao didn't understand why those aggressive people suddenly became so talkative. He was about to ask them when he suddenly saw a flash of red in his peripheral vision.
It was a color like fire. As the red color appeared, a red-haired young man hurriedly ran over here from the other end of the street. Judging from his expression, it was obvious that something very urgent had happened.
"Sakuragi Hanamichi!"
The young man with a crew cut who had just persuaded the bald young man to stop also saw the red-haired young man running towards him from a distance and shouted in surprise. The people who had originally surrounded Jinguji Mai, one after another, blocked the entire street invisibly, preventing the red-haired young man from going with him. Everyone's attention was focused on the red-haired young man.
"you!?"
"Get out of the way, I don't have time to fight with you now, Dad... Dad..."
Before Sakuragi Hanamichi could finish his words, the young man with a crew cut who had been trying to persuade him to reconcile let out a sinister grin, then quickly rushed in front of Sakuragi Hanamichi and punched him in the stomach.
Sakuragi Hanamichi obviously didn't expect the other party to suddenly attack, and he didn't have the mind to guard against it. He was punched directly in the stomach. He bent slightly in pain.
The eight young men quickly surrounded Sakuragi Hanamichi and slowly approached him with a sneer on their faces.
"What are you doing?! I don't have time to fight with you now, get out of my way!"
Sakuragi Hanamichi shouted anxiously, and there was a strong despair in his heart-wrenching words. Sakuragi Hanamichi knew that the other party would not let him go easily.
"You just said that the four of us high school students can't beat a junior high school student like you, right?"
"I've already lost all my face, so this time, I specially found eight people to deal with you, Sakuragi Hanamichi!"
The guy with the crew cut on his face slowly approached Sakuragi Hanamichi. The bald young man from before became more aggressive at this moment. He quickly rushed in front of Sakuragi Hanamichi and punched him in the face.
However, just as the bald young man's fist was about to hit Sakuragi Hanamichi's face, a big hand suddenly reached out from the side and grabbed the bald young man's wrist.
At the same time, another big hand grabbed the bald young man's head and forcibly turned his head to the side. What caught the bald young man's eyes was a tall and handsome boy, who was holding his head with one hand and his wrist with the other, and said with a smile:
"Hey, hey, hey! I haven't finished my work yet. It's a bit rude to rush into other things."
"You just hurt me, and now I need you to pay me 10,000 yuan for my medical expenses!"
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