Although the conflict between Jinguji Takeshi and Inoue Jinsaburo did not break out immediately, the two quarrels just now still had a great impact on the first-year team.
The first-year team, which had no tacit understanding and coordination, lost points again and again under the attack of the senior team.
On the offensive end, the freshmen began to act on their own, with no coordination between each other at all. There were even several cases of teammates fighting for the ball. The chaotic offense made Anxi Zhengyi's eyes hurt when he saw it on the sidelines.
The few times that Takeshi Jinguji got the ball, he had to shoot on his own because of his teammates' messy movements, but he had no touch and kept missing shots. Now, he doesn't even have the ability to attack alone.
For a while, the game was one-sided. The senior players were full of energy and scored a 12:0 climax. The difference between the two teams reached 16:0. The first-year team was unable to score a single goal against the senior team.
"It seems like there aren't any particularly outstanding first-year students this year!"
On the sidelines, a man wearing the number 4 jersey quietly came behind Mitsui and others, looked at the people playing in the field, and said.
The man was about 185cm tall, well-proportioned, with a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, looking like a traitor.
Mitsui Shou was discussing the first-year players with his teammates, talking and laughing. At this moment, he heard the sudden voice behind him and turned his head to look back.
"Captain Fujii?! You're finally here. How's it going? How's that school going this year?"
Mitsui Hisashi saw who was coming. He was originally a little bored watching the game, but suddenly he became interested and immediately stood up to make room for the man wearing the number four jersey.
"How is it? How do you mean?" Fujii Masao looked at Mitsui Hisashi strangely and asked back with a puzzled look on his face.
"Stop pretending, Captain. Didn't you go to Yokota Middle School to investigate? How is their school's enrollment this year?!"
"Are there any strong players among the first-year team?"
"We have players this year who are worth looking forward to!"
Mitsui Hisashi exposed Fujii Masao's disguise, looked at the court with his chin lowered, and there was some excitement in his tone.
"Don't worry, there aren't any particularly outstanding first-year players at Yokota Junior High School."
"In this year's county competition, we will face those same old rivals!"
"We Takeishi have been training very hard this year, and we will definitely not lose to them."
"Which of the new freshmen in our team deserves more attention? Judging from the score, it's not that good!"
While talking about the information of Yokota Junior High School with Mitsui Hisashi and others, Fujii Masao looked at the stadium and said indifferently.
"Look at the guy wearing a sweatshirt instead of a ball uniform. His name is Jinguji Budo, and he's a first-year."
"So far, Chiba Daishi has only scored two points against that kid!"
At Mitsui Hisashi's signal, Fujii Masao looked at Jinguji Takeshi who was advancing with the ball, with a look of interest on his face.
"Takeshi Jinguji? What a rare surname. How long has this kid been playing basketball?" Masao Fujii asked while looking at Takeshi Jinguji on the court.
At this moment, Jinguji Takeshi faced the defense, made a simple tentative step, seized the opportunity when the opponent hesitated and started instantly. In the blink of an eye, he passed the defender, and after one dribble, he shot directly from a long distance half a step inside the three-point line.
Although Wudao's moves were smooth, his aim was not very good, and the basketball bounced out of the rim, and the rebound was caught by Chiba Daiishi. Jinguji Wudao didn't care about the missed shot, his expression was a little gloomy, and he turned to defense.
"That kid has excellent height and speed, but he has almost no ability to attack with the ball, and his shooting is also poor. Although he has potential, he can't serve as an immediate combat force."
"He can only be considered to have potential, but the county competition will start in about a month, and I'm afraid I don't have time to wait for him to grow!"
Fujii Masao watched the series of martial arts movements. The smooth tentative steps and the extremely fast starting speed surprised Fujii Masao a little, but that was all.
"As for him, I heard him say that he has been playing for two or three years, but he just played by himself at home and never played against anyone."
"He has a very fast start, and his tentative steps and shooting movements are very standard, but it's strange that it's useless."
"His long dribbling also gives people a stiff feeling, and his shooting accuracy is also terribly low. These are all shortcomings, and I know it."
"But he can be an immediate combat force to fill the team! He has what our team lacks right now!"
Mitsui Shou knew what his captain was thinking at the moment and did not explain too much.
Last year, Takeishi Junior High School encountered the powerful Yokota Junior High School in Kanagawa Prefecture in the quarterfinals of the prefectural tournament and was eliminated in the quarterfinals. In that game, Takeishi Junior High School lost to the opponent by 12 points, which left a deep impression on the then vice-captain and now captain Masao Fujii.
Reaching the quarterfinals in the county tournament was also the worst result achieved by Takeishi Junior High School in recent years.
After that game, the players of the basketball team were holding their breath, hoping to get back at Yokota Junior High School, and they trained very hard. Masao Fujii, who was promoted from vice-captain this year, was also extremely eager to strengthen the team. He hoped that in the last year of his junior high school basketball career, he could see the scenery of the whole junior high school and wash away the shame of the previous year.
"Oh? Really?"
Fujii Masao stroked his hairless chin and asked in confusion. After observing Budo for a while, Fujii couldn't help but glance at the scoreboard on the sidelines. The eye-catching zero points of the first grade were too dazzling. He really couldn't figure out how Jinguji Budo could become a combat force. Was it because of 0 points
"Mitsui, don't you find it strange? If a player's movements are standard, why would he give people a sense of stiffness?"
"A guy with a standard shooting form has a poor hit rate?"
"Don't you find it strange that this kind of thing happens to the same person?"
Masao Fujii watched the two teams go back and forth on the court again, then looked at Jinguji Budo and asked.
"Yeah, I feel the same way." Mitsui Shou nodded, agreeing deeply.
Standard movements mean a lot of practice, but how can a lot of practice give people a sense of stiffness?Now, the feeling given by martial arts is that he is obviously a person who can play basketball, but he gives people the impression of a talented novice.
"He gave me the feeling that he was a player who hadn't played basketball for many years and picked it up again!"
Fujii murmured, he could see a lot of information from the martial arts movements.
In the middle of the court, the offense and defense changed, and the ball came to the hands of the senior team. It was not until the senior team attacked that Fujii realized why Mitsui Shou said that Jinguji Budou could fill in the starting lineup as an immediate combat force!
"It's defense?!"
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