The Back To 12Y.0
Chapters 11. Level 100 Percent
Morning, at Smp Patra Basketball Court. Where only Security and the gardener were inside the school.
A tall man, with a very handsome face. He was playing basketball on the field all by himself. Besides he can do Lay Up whose jump can also do Dunk, occasionally he shoots from a distance of three points with perfect accuracy.
"Fuh.fuh.fuh".his breath was wheezing. He also returned to Dribble, and it looks like he is trying to put the ball into the bed from the middle of the field.
His eyes narrowed, trying to measure the distance from the basketball ring's target. He began to scramble to shoot, calculating the strength needed for his hand to push the ball to shoot from the middle of the field.
After he felt he would be ready, the man threw the ball towards the target of the basketball ring he was headed. The ball floated in the air, swooping in its path with a very smooth spin.
5...4…3…2…1~!
The basketball darted straight into the basket, and the ball finally came in.
On target?!
Even the man alone was surprised by the accuracy of his shot. How is that possible? This is the middle of the field!
Yep. That person is Arslan.
"Damn…! Did basketball get the perfect result? This body is terrible!"
Arslan was wide-eyed when the ball went straight into the basket. Not even the slightest bit of basketball touched his Ring. Indeed, in some cases Arslan had seen in his previous life when he was 25, he had seen many footage of Professional basketball games shooting away with a perfect level of accuracy. But the chance of shooting was only 0.0001 percent. That means that in every 10,000 shots that the player does, there is only one chance to shoot long distance. That's even according to experts in professional basketball, it's very, very rare, and arguably it's luck.
"Even this is the first time I shot that shot, and it went straight in. It doesn't seem like it's going to be hard to get into the NBA" Inner Arslan said, smiling wryly at the crazy thought.
"BY THE GOD VISHNU….!!!!!!!!!!" Shouted a man carrying a mop from the back of the basketball court to the adjoining male and female bathrooms. The man's shout surprised even Arslan who was still pensive to think about the new state of his body.
Arslan immediately traced the direction of the scream. It looks like a tall father, his skin is mature, his body is thin and has a mustache and bewok on his chin that connects neatly to near the ears.
"What's with that shout, is that father a devout man?". Think of Arslan who thought that person was praying.
"Son, you are so talented! You can be a National athlete!! Whatis yourname?". Said the man with an excited expression, like he had won a lottery that he had never won.
Arslan only smiled awkwardly hearing the man say so. Never once in his mind would he become a National Athletic, even if given the opportunity, he prefers to be an International Motor Racing Athletic like Valentino Rossi.
"My name is Arslan sir. Class 1C.". he introduced himself.
"Ooohh, still first class? I thought you were a transfer student in 3rd grade.."
"I'm that old, sir?"
"No, I mean the father of your stature. Your face is still cute like a Kindergarten boy!"
Arslan laughed hearing the old man in front of him say that. Arslan knew exactly who the man was. He is a Sports teacher at Smp Patra, commonly referred to by students as Pak Agus Jordan.
"Son Arslan, join the school basketball team. Smp Patra needs a talented boy like you. Please think son!"
Hearing that Arlsan's expression instantly turned flat. He returned to dribble the basketball casually, saying so, "not that I refused my father's request, but I couldn't"
Jordan frowned, not understanding what Arslan said. "can't? What makes you say that?". Ask Jordan curiously.
Arslan stopped his ball game and looked at Jordan seriously. "Many things I have to do and plan for my future sir. Basketball, Football, or any other school club, for me personally it's an act that's just a waste of time". Arslan who then berlangggang left Jordan who was overwhelmed by disappointment when he heard Arslan's speech.
After a few seconds of feeling ignored by the student's personal perspective, Jordan again looked at Arslan's back and issued a loud sentence. " Loved Arslan! It is necessary to make plans for the future that you want. But, at least enjoy the youth that there is only this one time in your life, son, so that in the future the child will not regret it…!"
Arslan simply replied to Jordan with a wave of his hand, and kept walking away from the basketball court. Jordan who still pay attention to the figure of Arslan who is not seen anymore, can only smile wryly see the behavior of Arslan who he thinks is very unique.
But then Jordan is seen reaching into his pants pocket and picking up a cell phone. He seemed to be about to call someone important, judging by his hasty actions.
"Hello, James. Can we meet at the school cafeteria where I teach? You won't believe what I just saw. In this school, there is a child with a body that has a 100 percent rate!"
