Slam Dunk: My physical abilities can be increased indefinitely.

Chapter 28 Uozumi's Late-Night Knocking

Sendoh opened his eyes a crack, the sunlight filtering through the gaps in the clouds was a little dazzling.

Sannoh Industrial High School, Eiji Sawakita, the nation's top high school student, is 1.88 meters tall with an A+ vertical jump, an A speed, and a hang time 0.3 seconds longer than normal, allowing him to wait in the air until the defender lands before shooting.

"Did you hear that?" Yueye shouted from behind.

"I heard you."

Aren't you going to do anything about it?

"What does that mean?"

"That's Sannoh Industrial High School! Last year's national champion! Eiji Sawakita! He's been called a once-in-a-century genius in high school basketball!"

Sendoh closed his eyes again, resting his arm under his head. "That's perfect."

Yueye paused for a moment, "What's just right?"

"I've been having trouble finding someone to practice on lately."

Yueye opened his mouth, then swallowed back his words, "Are you crazy?", because he felt that Sendoh's current state couldn't be described simply as insane.

He shook his head, put on his flip-flops, and walked away. When he reached the road, he looked back and saw that Sendoh was still lying on the breakwater in the same position, his fishing rod stuck in the crack of the stone, and the float floating on the water, motionless.

The off-road vehicle turned and left.

On the night the lottery results were announced, Taoka called everyone to the tactics room.

A national tournament match-up chart was posted on the whiteboard. Ryonan's name was in the top left corner box, with the space next to it empty. Opposite it was written a school name—Hakata University of Commerce Affiliated School.

"Hakata Commercial High School, a top eight team in the nation last year." Taoka pointed to the name with the tip of his pen. "Their core player is a third-year point guard, 1.78 meters tall, fast, and accurate from three-point range. Both of their inside players are over 1.9 meters tall, with strong rebounding ability. Their overall playing style is relatively traditional, mainly half-court offense, and the pace is not fast."

Fukuda leaned against the wall, his cheeks bulging from chewing gum. "It's just the quarterfinals. It's not like we haven't played before."

Taoka glanced at him. "You didn't play last year."

Fukuda choked for a moment and then stopped chewing.

Uozumi sat in the first row, arms crossed, staring at the name without saying a word. Koshino sat next to Uozumi, his legs starting to shake again, his knees making a soft tapping sound as they hit the seat in front of him.

Taoka put down his pen. "No training today. Go back and rest. We'll start targeted preparations tomorrow. Hakata Commercial's first-round opponent is us. I've already put their match videos in everyone's email. Watch them tonight and discuss them tomorrow."

The team members stood up one after another and walked out. When Koshino passed by Sendoh, he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Come on, let's go to the cafeteria. Today it's fried chicken nuggets."

Xian Dao didn't move. "You go first, I'll take another look."

After Koshino left, only Sendoh and Taoka remained in the tactics room. Taoka erased the match schedule from the whiteboard, and chalk dust drifted down and settled on the table, forming a thin layer.

Aren't you going to eat?

I'm not hungry.

"You didn't eat lunch either."

"have eaten."

"Zhi Cao said you only ate one rice ball for lunch."

Sendoh didn't reply. He put down his chair, walked to the whiteboard, picked up the chalk, and wrote a name in the original position of the matchmaking chart—Sannoh Industrial.

Taoka looked at the name; the handwriting was messy, but each character was written with great force, and a piece of chalk broke off and fell to the ground.

"If we beat Hakata Commercial, our opponent in the second round will be the winner between Daiei Gakuen and Sanno Kogyo."

"Sannoh," Taoka said for him.

"The Mountain King."

Taoka picked up the broken piece of chalk and placed it on the table. Sannoh Industrial High School, the absolute king of high school basketball in the country, swept all opponents to win the championship last year, with an average net win of 25 points per game.

Eiji Sawakita, the top high school player in the country, is widely recognized as the strongest player in the history of Japanese high school basketball.

"Are you scared?" Taoka asked.

Sendoh thought for a moment, "I'm not afraid."

Why?

"Because I haven't fought the strongest yet. I'll only know if I'm afraid after I fight them."

Taoka stared at Sendoh for about three seconds, then reached out and patted him on the shoulder. "Let's go eat. The fried chicken won't taste good if it gets cold."

When Sendoh walked out of the tactics room, half of the lights in the corridor were off, and his footsteps bounced a few times between the walls.

His phone vibrated in his pocket. He took it out and saw a message from Uozumi: "I'm waiting for you at your dorm entrance."

When Sendoh arrived at the dormitory building, Uozumi was standing at the door, holding a lunchbox wrapped in plastic wrap. Inside were slices of thick omelet, still steaming.

"My mom made this, she made too much. You eat." Uozumi handed over the lunchbox, his tone as casual as if he were just saying that the weather was nice today.

Sendoh took the lunchbox. There was a layer of water droplets on the plastic wrap, and it felt warm to the touch. He peeled off the plastic wrap, pinched a piece, and put it in his mouth. The egg was fried very tenderly, and there was a thin layer of seaweed in the middle.

"tasty."

"My mom said you need to be careful with your knees and not run too much. She injured her knees before and it took her six months to recover."

How did your mom know I injured my knee?

"I told her that, and she said that with the way you play, your knees will be ruined sooner or later, and that you should come to her shop when you have time, and she'll cook you beef tendon soup."

Sendoh grabbed another thick omelet, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and swallowed. "What else did your mom say?"

"She said you're too thin, thinner than last year, and asked if you're on a diet. She said basketball players shouldn't be dieting, and that your coach isn't doing anything about it."

Taoka would probably be furious if he heard that. Sendoh smiled, closed the lunchbox, and wrapped it in plastic wrap again.

"Please thank the auntie for me."

"Go thank her yourself. She's saved lunch for you tomorrow at noon."

Sendoh glanced at Uozumi, whose expression showed no hint of "I'm trying to trick you."

"Okay, I'll go tomorrow."

Uozumi nodded, turned and walked away, but stopped after a couple of steps without looking back. "Sendoh, I believe in you for the National Tournament."

Sendoh watched Uozumi's figure disappear around the corner of the first-floor corridor, the lunchbox in his hand still warm.

The system panel pops up: PP balance 20, Jump A, Speed ​​A, Reaction A-, Endurance A-, Strength B, Flexibility B+.

He stared at that Power B for a long time. Maki Shinichi's experience made him realize that no matter how fast you are, without enough power to support you, the explosive power after changing direction will still be insufficient.

Strength should be at least B+, or even A-.

"Add more points, increase strength," he silently chanted in his mind.

[Strength: B → B+, PP consumed: 6, PP remaining: 14]

I couldn't feel my calves or thighs, but I did feel a slight twitch in my deltoid muscle in my shoulder—a very mild, needle-like sensation.

Sendoh moved his shoulders, his joints cracked twice, but there was no other reaction. He remembered that when he first transmigrated last year, his strength was only C, and he struggled to bench press 30 kilograms. Now he was B+, and he could at least bench press his own body weight.

That's not enough. Across from them is Sannoh, with Eiji Sawakita, the pinnacle of Japanese high school basketball.

Sendoh plugged in his phone, rolled over, and buried his face in the pillow. Sawakita Eiji jumped from the free-throw line, dunking with one hand, his body fully extended in the air like a taut bow.

He had seen that scene countless times in cartoons in his previous life, but next week, he would see it with his own eyes and have to guard against it.

Sendoh's lips curved slightly, he turned over, pulled the blanket up to his chest, and closed his eyes.