Chapter 39 Did you win with the head start?

Author: Chief Disciple of the Beggar Clan

Chapter 39 Did you win with the head start?

The morning fog was hazy, and the sun's rays were diffused by the thick water vapor. Only a few rays entered the room.

Jinguji, who was sleeping, seemed to feel the light in front of him, so he opened his eyes with his eyes covered. He casually glanced at the alarm clock by the window, rubbed his eyes and got up from the bed.

"Hiss! It hurts!"

"That Fujima Shin's attack was really heavy."

The movement of getting up seemed to have affected Wu Dao's muscles, and the soreness coming from his body made Wu Dao grimace.

This was the first time he encountered such a situation. Before this, no matter how much training he had in martial arts, or how many punches he received in martial arts, as long as he took the strain recovery potion rewarded by the system, after sleeping, his body would recover again.

Will return to the top.

This is the first time martial arts has encountered such a situation today.

"Is it because the effect of the medicine is not fully exerted?"

"Or"

"This potion actually has a limit, and yesterday Fujima Shinichi's attack completely exceeded the limit of recovery?"

Wu Dao rubbed his shoulders and silently guessed in his mind. It had not been long since he had obtained this super martial arts system, and his research on the system and system rewards was not deep. As for the effect of the potion, Wu Dao could only rely on guessing, after all, there was no one

Teaching him experience in using the system is not.

"It seems that today's training should be more restrained to prevent irreversible consequences."

"Wait until your body returns to its peak before continuing high-intensity exercise."

Thinking of this, Wu Dao, who originally planned to go for a five-kilometer run in the morning, gave up the idea. He looked at the time, washed himself, then lay back on the bed and fell asleep.

After sleeping for another hour, Wu Dao slowly woke up and then slowly packed his clothes.

A few days ago, Wu Dao's father gave him a red and black cylindrical crossbody bag. Before going to school today, Wu Dao found his new backpack and put all his jerseys, sneakers, water bottles and other things in the backpack.

"Buy a pair of knee pads when you come back. If your skinny figure hurts your knees, you'll be doomed."

Before going out, Wu Dao looked in the mirror and adjusted his clothes and hairstyle. He looked at the handsome boy in the mirror and whispered to himself. In terms of appearance, Wu Dao thought that he was good enough, but his figure was really thin.

It's not wrong to say that he is skinny and skinny. Just looking at his figure, he resembles Lao Qin, the mantis spirit of Deyun Society. His martial arts figure is only slightly better than that of that mantis spirit.

After walking out of the house, Budo walked slowly towards Wushi Middle School with his bag on his back. Today was Sunday, and there was no training match or anything like that. Therefore, when Jinguji Budo came to the school, there was not a single classmate at the school gate.

Even the very dedicated security guard at the door stayed in the security booth, dozing off with his eyes closed and his head lowered, as if he hadn't woken up.

Wu Dao arrived relatively early, and when Wu Dao came to the gym, there were only a handful of players. In a corner of the court, there were several first-year players dribbling the ball in place, practicing their basic skills.

In the half of the court toward the goal, Hisashi Mitsui was practicing shooting, and two second-year players were helping Hisashi Mitsui pick up the ball.

The sound of Budo pushing the door attracted everyone's attention. The first-year team members glanced at Budo but did not come up to talk and were practicing on their own. On the contrary, Mitsui Hisashi, who was practicing shooting, turned around and saw Budo and stopped holding his hand.

The training greeted:

"Hey, Martial Arts, you came very early!"

The other two seniors also smiled and waved to Martial Arts.

Budo left a deep impression on these two seniors in yesterday's game. During the half, they were not able to fully realize the strength of Budo. However, after Budo left the field yesterday, Akira Sendō left in the second half of the game.

Their performance made these two people truly aware of their martial arts abilities.

At this time, the two seniors were looking at Wu Dao curiously, with some admiration in their eyes.

"Mitsui, you are much older than me." Although Budo and Mitsui Hisashi have not known each other for a long time, they have become familiar with each other and have become very close to each other by their names.

"Genius is 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration. I already have this 1% inspiration, and as for the 99% perspiration, I am working hard."

"How's it going? Yesterday, you played the game for the first time. Do you feel okay?"

"Although you only played half of the game, your performance was very good. The coach must have considered the arrangement, so don't take it to heart!"

Mitsui Hisashi casually threw the ball to a second-year student, walked towards the martial arts, then patted the martial arts arm and said.

"Why didn't I realize before that this guy turned out to be such a stinky person?" Budao looked at Mitsui Hisaru in front of him speechlessly, and his ears automatically filtered out Mitsui Hisashi's first words.

“Of course it feels good for the first competition!”

"As for the coach's arrangements, I don't have any ideas. I can understand them all."

"Speaking of yesterday's game, we Wu Shi must have lost. Without my presence, no one in our school can stop that Immortal, right?"

"How was it? How many points did you lose?"

Budo and Hisashi Mitsui walked into the stadium together and came to the rest area. While unzipping their backpacks, taking out their uniforms and changing them, they asked about yesterday's game.

Regarding the result of the competition, Martial Arts has already expected it in his heart. To be honest, the level of Immortal Dao is actually far beyond that of ordinary junior high school students. Even Mitsui Hisagi cannot hold on to Immortal Dao despite his physical disadvantage.

Offensive.

This is not a matter of experience or technique, but of physical condition, which has already determined that Hisashi Mitsui cannot take advantage in the matchup.

Budo really couldn't think of a way for Takeshi Junior High School to beat Akizuki High School. After being replaced by Masayoshi Anzai yesterday, Budo actually saw the outcome of Takeshi Junior High School in his heart.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"With the existence of a talented player like me, Hisashi Mitsui, how can we, Takeishi, lose?"

"Don't talk nonsense."

When Mitsui Hisashi heard what Budo said, he glanced at Budo dissatisfied and said seriously. His words actually made Budo's movement of passing the uniform freeze. After putting it on, he looked at Mitsui Hisashi with a look full of surprise.

"Won? How is it possible?"

"You win with the head?"

Wu Dao subconsciously retorted that he did not think his judgment would be wrong.

"Hey, hey! Are you looking down on me?"

"I don't like hearing what you say. How is anything possible? What is impossible?"

"Do you feel that since you have been replaced, the Jarhead from Qiuyue High School will no longer be made by anyone?"

"Yes, we can't completely suppress that kid, but who told you that to win a game we must completely suppress the opponent's ace?"

Mitsui Shou's tone was slightly higher, and his tone was a little dissatisfied.

How dare this brat Budao despise him?! Mitsui Shou could read the implication from Budao's words.

"Uh, that's not what I meant." Budao raised his hand towards Mitsui Shou, making a gesture of surrender. However, Budo quickly read another meaning from Mitsui Shou's words, his eyes lit up slightly, and he asked tentatively.

road:

"What you just said means that we didn't completely suppress Xiandao and still won the game?"

After hearing this, Mitsui Shou's face suddenly showed a proud expression, he raised his chin slightly, clasped his hands on his chest, and hummed proudly:

"snort!"

"That boy is very good, but he is still far behind in front of me!"

"It's the same goal, but he only scored two points, and I had three points. Why did their Qiuyue High School beat us?!"

"Besides, that guy's scoring ability isn't necessarily very strong! At least, he's not as good as me!"
Chapter completed!