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

The time for this game to start is almost here.

In the national arena, there was a lot of voices. Compared with the annual finals of the Winter Cup, this battle can be said to be even worse.

It's very simple. After all, the final of the Winter Cup is only an internal competition for Japanese youth basketball. However, the current game has risen to the provocation of foreign countries, especially the United States, a big basketball country. People felt a little humiliation, and this humiliation turned into their full support for the Japanese youth basketball team's play this time.

"We must not lose to... those Yankees!"

In the special auditorium, among the crowded heads, the faces of some acquaintances could be vaguely seen.

In addition to the coaches of various basketball colleges and universities, there are also basketball players, and even young players from some tennis countries can be seen.

——Including Byodoin Phoenix, the captain of the current Japanese youth team, and some other regular candidates, such as Atobe Keigo and others.

Yukio Kurobe was sitting in the front row. He was sitting in a VIP seat, and not far from him were a few men who held a pivotal position in the Japanese Basketball Association.

"Kurobe, I didn't expect you to come to this match."

One of the old people greeted in surprise. After all, the relationship between the Tennis Association and the Basketball Association is not that close, and Yukio Kurobe, as the head coach of Japanese youth tennis, seems to have no reason to watch this basketball game showdown.

"It seems...the training at the Japanese Youth Tennis Base has just ended, why are you here?"

The old man asked casually, "Why are you so interested in basketball all of a sudden?"

Kurobe Yukio turned his head slightly, his eyes had a little cold light.

"—It's not basketball that deserves my attention, but a person."

"What did you say?"

The old man's expression was a little surprised at first, and he wanted to ask further, but was interrupted by the loud cheers from the entire National Stadium.

"Song God, Song God, Song God!!!"

"VORPALSWORDS!!!"

"Lord Akashi!!"

…………

Under such cheers, the high-spirited team just walked out.

The cheers grew louder when the audience saw their faces.

——This is... the light that represents the hope of Japanese basketball!

Kurobe Yukio's seat was on the bottom floor, very close to Song Yiran, and he could see the black-haired boy very clearly.Compared with him in the tennis base before, Song Yiran feels more mature now, especially the precipitation between his eyebrows and eyes, which makes people feel that he is like a piece of polished jade.

In Yukio Kurobe's eyes, a focused light suddenly rose, burning like a flame.

The acquaintances around him didn't care about Yukio Kurobe, their eyes were all occupied by the Japanese team.

"No matter what, this game must not be lost!"

The president of the Japanese Basketball Association wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes shifted slightly, and he saw Mr. Akutagawa Akira who was sitting on the sidelines. The old man always maintained a calm look.

"If you lose this game, Coach Akutagawa will retire with such shame!"

The president muttered to himself.

And Akutagawa looked at the team members walking towards him, showing a smile.

"According to the training plan, we have a great chance of winning this game."

Akutagawa raised his eyebrows and jokingly said, "If you bastards lose, then I will indeed spend the rest of my life bearing infamy - thinking that I have lived a good life, then for an old man like me, It must have been too miserable.”

The players in the team all looked at Akutagawa speechlessly. The old man was in a good state of mind at the moment, and he could still make such a joke under such circumstances.

"Then you seem destined to be infamous."

A faint chuckle came from behind them.

A tall, well-built Caucasian man approached, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Captain of the American streetball team... Nash!"

Aida Reiko, who was on the side, clenched the notebook in her hand, and her pupils shrank suddenly.

Nash didn't pay much attention to the others, but stood in front of Akutagawa Akira.

He bent over.

"Old man, you can't win."

Nash said every word, "Don't expect you to do...what you will never achieve."

A black light flashed in Nash's pupils, and Song Yiran suddenly felt a somewhat similar power coming from the body of this yellow-haired white man.

--This is……

This force was so powerful that even Akutagawa Akira, who had experienced many battles, broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead.

Song Yiran felt Akutagawa's pressure from the side, and he took a slight step sideways, standing in front of Nash.

"Are you guilty?"

There was a bright smile in the eyes of the black-haired boy, with a hint of sarcasm.

"Confused?"

Nash narrowed his eyes.

"Because truly powerful people will not take the initiative to come forward, and they will not say harsh words to cover up their inner weakness."

Song Yiran said indifferently, and at the same time, he released some aura slightly, which shook the power in Nash's body back.

"you……"

Nash's eyes widened, he felt something different...

Soon, he chuckled lightly, stabilized his figure, and there was more interest in his eyes!

"I'm looking forward to you all... Finally, when you fail, you will cry bitterly."

After speaking, Nash turned and left.

"Song Yiran?"

Akashi Seijuro also felt something, he frowned and asked.

"That's right... It seems that the guy named Nash has a power similar to ours hidden in his body."

Song Yiran nodded and said.

"A similar power, is it similar to the power of the Eye of the Emperor?"

Midorima Shintaro adjusted his glasses and said.

"Among all the collected materials, there is no such news. It seems that the American street team still has a hand."

Momoi Wuyue thought about it for a while, opened the information record book again, and added some information.

Not long after, the competition officially began!

Even the referee of this game, one of the best referees in Japanese sports, blew his whistle.

On Song Yiran's side, the person in charge of jumping the ball is Atsushi Ziyuan, while on the US team's side, of course, is Jason Xibo, a black man with a great height advantage.

To put it simply, Jason Xibo is tall, even taller than Atsushi Murasakihara, but the ball-scrambling skills can not be summed up by just a few centimeters of advantage.

"I didn't expect that among the Japanese... there is a guy with a decent height like you. Can you be taller among the monkeys?"

Jason Xibo clenched his fists provocatively.

Atsushi Ziyuan just stared at him silently, a dark, dangerous light flashed in those deep purple pupils.

"Why don't you speak because you are afraid of me? Smelly brat?"

"Ranzai said, what you said was rubbish, he told me not to pay more attention to you, my IQ will be lowered."

Atsushi Zihara said seriously.

"you……!"

The impulsive and irritable Jason Xibo just wanted to make a move, but the referee had already thrown the ball high.

——This damn monkey, I must teach him a good lesson!

Thinking of this, Jason Xibo jumped vigorously.

Originally, this black man confidently thought that he would definitely snatch the ball, but to his surprise, a generous hand passed over his head faster than his speed...!

"You really... are too slow!"

A purple spark exploded from the end of Atsushi Murasakihara's eyes, and he shot the ball straight down!

"how is this possible?!"

Nothing is impossible.

In the plan drawn up by coach Akutagawa, he asked - don't hold back from the beginning, and play [-]% of the zone!

—— Let the opponent collapse at the beginning!