11:25 am

Tokyo Airport

A Boeing 747 landed on Runway 3, and then accurately parked at the No. 13 shutdown gate under the tow of the tractor.

After the passengers got off the plane one after another, a group of tall teenagers walked out of the plane one after another. The leader was a middle-aged man in his forties. He turned sideways and walked forward. He said to the teenagers behind him in a lesson: "Everyone is serious. This is Japan and a foreign country. You must keep your appearance and don't let the little Japanese laugh. Shiquan, don't look around, be serious, don't chew gum. You are a student, a Chinese student!"

The long-haired boy behind the middle-aged man hurriedly raised his hand to do cover moves and shouted: "Teacher Shi, pay attention to your saliva..."

Old Shi Guang's face turned red and he snorted. Seeing that Wang Zhiquan was still chewing, he couldn't help but say, "Stop chewing!"

Wang Zhiquan curled his mouth wide, reached out to take out a tin foil, spit out the gum, put it in, and kneaded it into a ball. When the boys around him saw this, they immediately booed.

The old enemy Zhai Yong fired the fire first. He painted his eyes and said in surprise: "Good, is this Zhiquan? Which civilization star has attached your body, tsk tsk!"

Wang Zhiquan was about to fight back, and one arm was put on his shoulder intimately. Long Guang, who looked holy, coughed and said, "Zhiquan, I am worthy of my hard-working lesson. You are finally polite. I... I am so relieved, too... Ouch..." Long Guang screamed, jumped, and made Huang Feihong's moves, screamed, "When did you learn to pinch people!"

Wang Zhiquan smiled with a swaying face, slowly raised his right hand, made a pliers, and captain Gao Yuan appeared on the side, with a smirk on his face, and bowed his hand, saying, "You little disciple is too heavy to take action, I forget you, so I'll forgive me!"

"Stop making trouble, take out your visa and leave the station!" Wang Xuechao, who was walking at the end, saw that everyone was obviously suffering from exotic hyperactivity, smiled bitterly, shook his head, and said.

As soon as the coach opened his mouth, everyone became quieter and began to look for their own tourist visas everywhere.

Walking side by side with Wang Xuechao was a boy with round short hair. At this time, he looked straight, holding a black travel backpack in one hand and holding a visa in the other, with a serious expression.

Looking at the appearance of his beloved disciple, Wang Xuechao couldn't help but say, "Yufeng, are you uncomfortable?"

Yan Yufeng was stunned and hurriedly said, "My body is normal!"

Wang Xuechao smiled, patted Yan Yufeng on the shoulder, and said, "Then let's laugh. We are not only here to win glory for the country, but also to travel to Japan! Do you understand?"

Yan Yufeng looked around and was getting off the elevator at this time. Looking at the passengers dressed in obvious differences from China, he raised his eyebrows and said, "What is Japan's best travel?"

Wang Xuechao smiled bitterly. It seemed that this mentality was really important. Since his beloved disciple really didn't like it, it was useless to say anything. He straightened his chest and followed Shi Guang, who was leading the front, and said, "Shi Guang, didn't he say there was an interpreter to pick us up?"

Shi Guang turned around and replied, "I have already contacted me before boarding the plane. They are waiting for us at the exit, don't worry!"

"That's good!" Wang Xuechao felt relieved, as if he had said it to Yan Yufeng, and said, "It's the first time I've been abroad!"

Yan Yufeng's face moved, and finally didn't hold it out. He grinned and smiled.

When the team passed the ticket checkpoint without surprise, they saw two people holding a sign high, saying - Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, shaking like the fans who used to cheer for Beiyang No. 12 Middle School.

Shi Guang walked over quickly, and the two of them obviously saw that the group of tall teenagers in front of him were the target they were greeting. They put down the sign and waved to him.

"I am Shi Guang, the leader of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School!" Shi Guang stretched out his hand first.

"Welcome, welcome, I am from the reception desk of Xiangri High School, I am Liu Jun!" A man in his thirties with square glasses and a gentle face immediately reached out and shook hands with Shi Guang.

"Chinese?" Shi Guang was a little surprised.

"Yes, from Zhenjiang, Jiangsu, I have been to Japan for more than ten years!" Liu Jun looked very happy, after all, those who came were considered fellow villagers.

"Membersman!" Shi Guang was extremely happy, shook his hand heavily and shouted.

"Where is this?" Shi Guang glanced at the half-bald middle-aged man who had been smiling and not talking beside him, and asked with some anticipation.

"Hello, my name is Jiro Fujino, from the Sports Department of Xiangri High School!" The middle-aged man stretched out his hand, leaned down slightly, and smiled.

"Oh, you... OK!" Shi Guang was a little disappointed, and suddenly thought of something, saying, "You speak Chinese very authentically!"

Jiro Fujino was a little proud and said, "I have lived in Beijing, China for eight years!"

"Oh, that's it!"

While speaking, a large group of people were already standing behind the three of them. A bunch of people stood there, which had seriously affected the entry and exit of the exit station. Liu Jun discovered it quickly and hurriedly said, "The car has been waiting for a long time, let's get on the car first!"

"Okay, okay, okay!" Shi Guanglian nodded, so he followed Liu Jun and Beiyang No. 12 Middle School out of Tokyo Airport, while Fujino Jiro was a little behind, looking at the teenagers who were laughing as if nothing had happened, thinking.

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This is a forest. It is summer, with lush leaves and green branches. Under a big tree, two teenagers are sitting lazily, one with his eyes closed and leaning against the tree, as if he is sleeping, and the other is staring at the front with his eyes staring intently.

Not far away, a tennis court surrounded by barbed wire was located there, and a group of girls wearing typical Japanese blue school uniforms were waving their rackets, playing with enthusiasm.

"Higaoka, Seaa's slap movements are so sexy! Oh, my god, I can't stand it!" The boy with thin white hair with raised hair looked at the tennis court intently and murmured intoxication.

"Oh!" The short-haired boy with his eyes closed responded expressionlessly.

"Her underwear must be pink, oh, my favorite color!" As he said, the boy who had already left the water could not hold back, and his face was full of obsession.

"Baotian!" The short-haired boy suddenly hummed coldly.

"Hi!" The boy seemed to wake up and stood up straight.

"Our goal is basketball, not women!" He was called Higashioka and had already stood up. His slender figure was over 1.9 meters tall. In the eyes of the Japanese, he was already very tall. The boy touched his nose and returned to his numb expression. He put his hands in his pockets and walked along the stone path with a cool posture.

Takeda followed behind him, his height was not low, but he was a little shorter than Higashioka. He looked down at the tennis court reluctantly and asked, "What are we going to do now?"

"Practice!" Higashioka said in a concise manner.

Takeda immediately showed bitterness on his face and said, "Didn't Coach Ono say that he won't train this afternoon?"

Higaoka stopped, turned slowly, staring into Takeda's eyes, but didn't say anything.

Takeda immediately raised his hand, his expression suddenly became full of fighting spirit, and he shouted with a high momentum: "Practice ball, practice ball, only hard practice can you win, long live!"

Looking at Takeda's extremely active expression, Hirooka didn't even show his smile. He raised his head and stared at the blue sky for a long time. This made Takeda look at the sky as well. After a long time, he heard Hirooka whisper: "They should have arrived!"

"Taikaoka, who is here?" Takeda was very surprised. From the day before yesterday, Takagi Tokaikaoka, his boss was a little abnormal. Although he used to be so cold, he was still willing to speak after all, but he didn't say a word these days, just practicing and shooting wildly.

"Idiot!" Higashioka didn't look at Takeda, hummed, turned around and walked forward.

Takeda touched his head in distress and said to himself: "I often pass the math!"

The two of them walked on the path, and the students passing by were all moved away from afar, and some even stood there. After Higashioka and the others approached, they bent down and said respectfully: "Hello, senior!"

Hirooka continued his pace coldly, but Takeda behind him looked like this, trying to show Hirooka's expression, raised his head and nodded.

"Wow, so handsome, who is that person?" A female student on the roadside asked her partner in a low voice with stars in her eyes.

"Takagi Hirooka, the number one main player of the Xiangji High School basketball team! The king of basketball in all Tokyo high school!" The partner next to him was also excited.

"It's him, my god, I dreamed of him yesterday. It's so cool, much more handsome than in my dream!"

"What, you dare to dream of him. You are not allowed to dream of such unscrupulous delusions!"

"Bastard, is it rare that I can allow you to have delusions?"

Higashioka and the other two ignored the battle that had begun beside each other and walked towards the basketball hall with one wave and three waves.

"Taketa, call everyone, we will continue training in the afternoon!" Higashioka suddenly spoke.

"Hey, but...yes, Suzuki Daomu doesn't listen to what I say!" Takeda replied hesitantly.

Higaoka's eyes flashed warmly: "No! You don't need to notify him!"

"Is that so good?" Takeda breathed a sigh of relief. You know, this guy named Suzuki is even more annoying than Higashioka. He is the king of violence. The kick he kicked me in the chest last time still hurts a little now.

Hirooka looked at the basketball court where he had already seen the top of the hall, and slowly said in his heart: "Daomu, I think you are here!"

In the Shinto Basketball Hall of Xiangri High School, a bald boy with a red headband was practicing shooting. He stood outside the three-point line and jumped out the basketball that was passed by the trainee again and again.

The bald boy's shooting posture is quite standard. The ball is shot from his hand in the breath after the jump, and most of the balls are accurately hollowed through the frame, while the missing balls are surprisingly almost all hit the front of the basket. If Ye Changfeng is present, he will feel a stern. This situation can only show that the bald boy's attack has reached the level of solid-state shooting.

The so-called solid-state shooting actually means that the person's fixed-point shooting is already very familiar with. He has mastered the ratio of the distance ruler and the strength. To put it simply, it means at what distance, and he already knows how much force he needs to use to attack.

The force used by many people to shoot is often based on their feelings, while a real shooter needs to spend a lot of time numbing memory and using frequent fixed-point shooting to strengthen their understanding of this distance and strength. In order to truly achieve, you will know how much strength you need to take when you stand at.

From the location where the bald boy took action, it can be seen that this person has already known the five most basic shooting points outside the three-point line. With this, it is impossible to master without more than three years of hard practice.

"Yeah...! There are 100! Daomu, it's great!" The fat boy who was feeding the ball next to him shouted excitedly after the bald boy scored a goal.

"Hey! Huhhh..." The bald boy stopped, bent over and gasped in the big mouthful. The frequent and large-scale running almost exhausted all his physical strength, and his hands were extremely sore and numb.

The fat boy was sweating profusely, ran over, raised his wrist and looked at the stopwatch, and shouted again: "12 minutes and 21 seconds, Dao Mu, you broke the Hunan Ri 100-ball three-point record! Oh my God...! It took more than 24 seconds, I... I can't believe it!"

Just when the fat boy was speechless, Daomu had no happy expression, wiped the sweat from her face, and ordered: "Dakouze, bring me a bottle of water!"

"I get it, I'll go right away!" The fat boy, who was called Dakouze, walked around the court, ran back with two bottles of mineral water. Dao Mu took the hand, unscrewed the bottle cap, drank it in big mouthfuls, and stopped drinking half of the bottle of water in one breath before he stopped. He panted and felt much better. Looking at Dakouze who looked at his worried face, the bald boy finally smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Dakouze!"

Dakouze was stunned, suddenly bowed and shouted: "I feel very, very honored to be able to work hard with you, sweat, and see Dao Mu reach your goal and follow you to achieve your ideals!!!"

Daomu bowed slightly and said in a low voice: "Thank you for your hard work!"

"Hi!"

"Yo...! I was so lucky to see a show of the Warring States monarchy and ministers in Shinto Stadium. You are so lucky. You are right, Suzuki Doki!"

A young man with a head and a small braid with a oxtail was standing at the entrance of the A2 road, sang and laughing as he walked here.

"Tsuji Aoyama, I don't want to fight with you!" Dao Mu regained his cold expression and said in a cold voice.

Shunji Aoyama had approached and came to the bald boy. Oguchizawa was a little nervous. He knew that the two seniors were very disagreeing. Although he was very afraid, he still stopped his body and said anxiously: "Senior Aoyama, it's the day after tomorrow. Please calm down!"

"Bastard, get out of here!" Aoyama Shunji waved his right hand, pushed Dakouzawa away easily, and took another step forward, saying to Daomu almost face to face: "Do you know? I hate you very much! Very, very annoying!"

Dao Mu's expression did not change at all, and he said in a low voice: "It just so happens that I think so!"

"Oh..., Dao Mu, there is something I don't understand. Why did you come from Tokyo Huatian High School to Xiangri? Is it because you haven't squeezed into the semi-finals of the National Competition for three years and are about to say goodbye to your high school career, so you..., haha, you abandoned your alma mater and came to our Xiangri shamelessly? I was wrong? Huh...! Why are your expression so ugly? Are you right? Haha...!" Shunji Aoyama, who is almost as tall as Dao Mu, burst into laughter unrestrainedly.

"Senior Aoyama, this is not the case! Senior Suzuguchi..." shouted Okawa.

"Shut up!" Dao Mu interrupted Dakouze with a rough voice, looked at Shunji Aoyama coldly, turned around and walked towards a basketball.
To be continued...