[Comprehensive] The whole world has a crush on male gods

"Is it only to this extent..."

In the dark corner, there were screams from time to time.

Song Yiran casually fastened the loose tie, a mocking light flashed in his eyes.

A black shadow flashed behind him.He raised his elbow without looking back, and struck backward like lightning!

"Do you still want to do unnecessary resistance?"

He turned around slowly, took off his glasses, his beautiful eyes were full of evil smiles.

—— "Then I'll play with you again."

When he was in middle school, Song Yiran dominated the delinquent boys in Kanagawa.The record of seeing blood was a sensation.

However, in order to maintain Song Yiran's image as a perfect top student, the school suppressed this matter.

now--

Standing on the podium, Song Yiran looked away from the spring scenery outside the window sill, and slowly revealed an extremely beautiful smile.

"My name is Song Yiran, please take care of me."

Unsurprisingly, there were countless gasping sounds.

"Song Yiran... Song Jun? He is the No. 1 in the national middle school quiz competition! The legendary top student..."

"I thought he was a nerd...I didn't expect to be so good-looking..."

"It's so perfect that it doesn't look like a real person..."

Amidst the hustle and bustle, Song Yiran walked to the corner, covered his hair with the textbook, and planned to sleep for a while.

Even so, some people kept looking back at him.

"Song Jun, please take care of me." A steady male voice sounded next to his ear, which made Song Yiran sober for a moment.

Looking up, he saw a handsome young man with blue hair sitting beside him.

--……when?

——What a thin sense of existence... My super intuitive sense doesn't work on him?

"Hello." Song Yiran looked at him for a while, glanced at the name on the textbook, and smiled slightly, "Hei Zijun."

His voice was nice, with the clarity of a teenager, but Heizi Tetsuya could hear a bit of banter.

"...Song Jun, can you play basketball?"

For some reason, Hei Zizhe subconsciously asked this question.

Song Yiran slowly put his head down on the table again.

"Never tried." His voice was languid.

——Is it an illusion...

Hei Zizhe also frowned.

However, he suddenly felt... the sense of oppression that he once had in the Teiguang period.

——The generation of miracles slightly overlapped with the figure in front of him.

………………

The sky full of cherry blossoms.

The day Song Yiran transferred to Cheng Lin happened to be recruiting new students from Cheng Lin's club.Seirin is a newly established school, and every club has a bit of nascent childishness, but is full of energy.

Rejecting the overzealous kindness of his classmates, Song Yiran casually walked around the campus, intending to wander around, choose a loose club, and earn enough credits.

He stood where he was, and the cherry blossoms slowly brushed over his black hair, making his eyebrows even more delicate.

"Come and see our club! Figure skating is super interesting!"

"Come, come, join the anime club and get a jump magazine as a bonus~"

The loud solicitation makes Seirin's school more energetic.

However, the originally noisy campus gradually became silent.

All the seniors around him looked at him with complicated eyes.

After he walked away slowly, it was as if a stone had been thrown into the lake, and the hustle and bustle gradually resumed.

"That boy just now—I'm not... just dreaming! There will be such a good-looking boy!"

"When he approached... I couldn't breathe! It's even more...!"

Song Yiran walked forward on his own. Wherever he went, the crowd slowly parted to make way for him, and all eyes were glued to Song Yiran.

Song Yiran frowned, and suddenly remembered Heizi Tetsuya's thin presence, and couldn't help but smile.

His eyebrows and eyes were already very good, and with such a smile, he seemed to blend into the sunlight, making people's breathing stagnate.

"Are you going to join the basketball club?"

Song Yiran stopped, and a young girl with chestnut hair full of vigor looked at him with interest, and handed him a registration form with a smile.

"He probably isn't very suitable for the basketball club..." The boy with glasses next to him became weaker and weaker under the gaze of the girl.

—Is it basketball?

Song Yiran shrugged, feeling a little bored, and refused.

"As expected..." Reiko Aida withdrew the registration form with some regret.

Looking at the back of the black-haired boy leaving, Aida Reiko was slightly dazed.

——Looking so good-looking, maybe he is more suitable for a drama club or a dubbing club...

——Although, it’s really a pity.

——She has an intuition that this... is a very powerful boy.

"There are only ten people... It would be great if there were more people!" Aida Reiko straightened the form, "I can only hope that that guy brings some powerful freshmen over!"

"Student... Do you want to join the animation club?"

Beside the cherry blossom aisle, the shy girl wearing glasses asked cautiously, with a blush on her face.

——Animation Club... seems to be more convenient for paddling?

"I'll think about it." Song Yiran thought for a while and replied.

"Oh... ok, thanks!"

The girl immediately bowed and thanked, and ran back to the club area of ​​the animation club, where a bunch of boys and girls looked on expectantly, and started a discussion.

"It looks really good-looking! Although it looks very arrogant and unapproachable, but... the voice is super gentle!"

"Ah, Kosakata envies you so much! Being able to talk to him!"

"Which class is he from? He must be a freshman if he's so good! Otherwise, it's impossible that he hasn't heard of it before!"

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After Song Yiran declined invitations from many big clubs, he finally ran to a shaded place to rest with black lines.

"It's really messy..." The black-haired boy leaned slightly against the wall after loosening the button on his neck, with a lazy air in his whole body.

"Song Jun, didn't you choose a club?"

Heizi jumped out like a ghost, and seemed a little puzzled by Song Yiran's attitude.

Hei Zizhe followed him for a long time unknowingly because he was very concerned about the dazzling light on the young man, but he saw that the young man rejected almost all the popular clubs.

——I'm getting more and more interested.

"I don't care." Song Yiran said indifferently, "No matter what club...it's very simple..."

Heizi was stunned.

He could feel a strong arrogance on the black-haired boy when he said this.

——That is the temperament that only those who really have strong capital will have.

"It's Hei Zijun's physique that I care about a lot." Song Yiran said with a smile.

"...If Song Jun can enter the basketball club, I will tell you." Hei Zizhe also replied seriously.

The black-haired boy turned his head thoughtfully after hearing this, but his eyes became sharper at a certain moment.

Following Song Yiran's line of sight, Heizi saw a young man with crimson hair standing in front of the enrollment area of ​​the basketball club.

He was extremely tall and mighty, holding a senior in one hand, his arms looked amazing, and he was asking something impatiently.

——Heizi can see that he also has a light called talent, but it is not as dazzling as Song Yiran and Qingfeng Dahui.

"It's really interesting..." Song Yiran rested his chin in his hand, a little excited, "He looks very irritable, but his temperament is unexpectedly pure."

——He could feel that this crimson boy with broken hair had a sense of oppression that some bad boys couldn't match, which made him want to fight.

He looked at the basketball club's admissions nameplate, suddenly ran forward quickly, and waved to Heizi in the shadow.

"I agree to your request, Hei Zijun." Song Yiran's voice became farther and farther away, "See you in the basketball club!"

"A high school from the United States?" Aida Reiko looked at the registration form in her hand, and thought about the deterrent power of that boy just now, and smiled, "It seems that a very amazing guy has come!"

"The name is..." Reiko Aida moved her gaze to the column of names.

"Vulcan is bigger than me?"

A slender and strong hand pulled out the form, and before Reiko Aida had time to get angry, she was surprised to see an extremely heart-stirring boy's face.

Song Yiran frowned slightly, squinted his deep black phoenix eyes, looked at the form, and raised the corners of his mouth slantingly.

"How can I join the basketball club?"

"Ah... ah! Just fill out the form." Reiko Aida handed him a form.

"Aren't you... not interested in basketball?" Aida Reiko asked, remembering the boy's rejection before.

"Yeah." Song Yiran didn't deny it, the black ink left a beautiful arc on the paper, "I want to join, just because... there are some interesting guys in the basketball department."

The handwriting is beautiful but with the sharpness of a teenager, Aida Reiko looked at Song Yiran's message.

"Ai ai? It's a junior high school where the legendary excellent students gather!" Aida Reiko exclaimed, but was stunned when she saw the reason for joining the club.

Reason for joining: Heizi-kun and Vulcan-kun are very interesting.

"Mr. Heizi?"

Aida Reiko looked at the registration form that was missing on the table—it was Kuroko Tetsuya's registration form.

——Wait, when did he sign up! ! ? ?

"It's so sad, I just finished it."

A voice floated faintly into Aida Reiko's ear.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ghosts!!"

While Aida Reiko was frightened, Heizi pulled out Song Yiran's registration form.

He lightly stroked the black writing on the paper, and then put his fingertips on his nose to sniff. The faint fragrance of ink was unexpectedly good.

With such a close breath, it was as if he had come into close contact with... that black-haired boy.

——He's really... dazzling.

For some reason, Heizi's heart was filled with joy.