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

After Song Yiran became the youngest actor in the history of the Tokyo International Film Festival, he initially thought that there would be no problems in his life, but when he walked out in his spare time, he found that compared to the past... Many things have become more troublesome.

When he just starred in "Judger", although he had to cover himself by wearing a mask to avoid being recognized by some enthusiastic fans.

Now, what he has to guard against is not only the fans, but also the media who gossip.

——In short, Song Yiran now feels that all kinds of people are spying on his life, and all the details have been completely disrupted.

"You should have made such an awareness from the very beginning." Once, after hearing the words of the black-haired boy on the phone, Tsuruga Lian chuckled. He spread out the newspaper and carefully looked at the words on it. The media commented on Song Yiran, "However, even if you don't enter the entertainment circle, this kind of thing will happen one day in the future."

He sighed softly.

With Song Yiran's appearance and personal ability, Dun Helian felt that sooner or later he would be noticed by the world.

In addition to being so talented in acting, this young man is also very good at basketball, which Tsuruga Lian doesn't know much about.What's more frightening is that he went deep into Song Yiran's previous news, only to find that he seemed to have similar features to the player who used a pseudonym to reach the top of the World Youth Tennis Championship.

A terrible surmise haunted his mind.

——He already knew... what he likes is a person who has the best talent in every aspect.

——This is really a stressful thing.

"So I really shouldn't accept this movie impulsively." The black-haired boy replied calmly.

And Tsuruga Lian just smiled.

After receiving a text message, Song Yiran put on sunglasses, a mask, and a very wide hat, ready to go out.

On the empty tennis court, a cat-eyed teenager wearing a cap and a red tracksuit sat on a courtside seat.

The cat-eyed boy's lips were tightly pursed, and there was an amber streamer on his eyelashes.

The winter sun was still mild, Echizen Ryoma closed his eyes a little drowsily, and leaned against the back of the chair.

This tennis court is close to being abandoned.

Before he had time to go to the United States, he played a few games with his old man on this tennis court. At that time, they hadn't rented out the temple.

— But that's all in the past.

Maybe the sun was too comfortable, he couldn't help squinting his eyes like a cat.

"Echizen-kun."

Echizen Ryoma heard the clear voice, slowly opened his eyes, and looked back, only to find that it was a person who was covered from head to toe so that he couldn't see his true face clearly.

Echizen Ryoma: ...

"I said senior, you are too exaggerated."

He said "senior" with a hint of mockery, and his amber eyes stared at Song Yiran quietly.

This tennis court was going to be abandoned, no one else passed by nearby, and naturally there was no media, Song Yiran took off his wide hat, sunglasses and mask, revealing his face that had grown a little.

It was very strange, obviously Echizen Ryoma knew that he and he had only seen each other for three or four months, but so many things happened in these few months, it seemed that these things also stained the boy's face a little.

Song Yiran now has a more intense aura of coolness between his brows and eyes.

Echizen Ryoma also slowly took off his hat. He was one or two years younger than Song Yiran. At this age, he had grown a lot taller, and the lines of his face became more three-dimensional.

He said, "Long time no see...Senior."

This sentence sounded a little sincere.

Song Yiran looked at this boy. As the subject of Echizen Nanjiro's directorship, although the number of times was relatively small. Strictly speaking, he and Echizen Nanjiro had no teacher-student relationship. When I was texting, I suddenly felt a little emotional, so I also made an appointment to come out and meet.

Everything passed so quickly, suddenly, the little figure playing tennis in that temple is still vivid in my mind.

He looked at Echizen Ryoma, but now, as far as he is concerned, he has let go of tennis.

It's not completely letting go, it's just that I won't like it completely and unreservedly like before.

—Maybe this is a kind of growth.

He looked at the appearance of Echizen Ryoma wearing a tennis bag and sportswear, and suddenly felt that this appearance was a bit like himself back then.

The black-haired boy bent his lips slightly, and the way he smiled was the familiar way Echizen Ryoma once again.

Song Yiran asked: "Recently... what happened?"

A young man with dark green hair, he rolled his hat into a ball, held it in his hand and said, "It's nothing wrong."

"I'm going to America, so I came to see you."

"Go to America?"

Song Yiran raised his eyebrows and asked.

Echizen Ryoma said lightly: "Some unpleasant things happened at the Japanese youth tennis training base... So, I quit the team, and I may go to the United States to develop in the future."

"If you keep playing tennis, maybe we can see each other on the court in the future."

Out of self-esteem, Echizen Ryoma did not say that he was ordered to leave the team by Kurobe coach.

"Maybe." Song Yiran said with a slight smile, "Then maybe I will meet you on the court as a member of the Chinese representative team."

Echizen Ryoma bent his lips, and suddenly felt that his depressed mood was better.

Suddenly there was an impulse in his heart, he stretched out his hand to hold Song Yiran's hand, and said seriously: "Do you want to consider going there?"

Song Yiran was stunned: "Where are you going?"

The dark green-haired boy smiled brightly:

"—Go to your very beginning...the starting point where tennis took off in Japan."

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"Uncle, you're being lazy again today!"

A long-haired and beautiful girl frowned displeasedly, reached out and shook a man dressed as a monk who was still asleep and drooling from the corner of his mouth, the man patted her away with his hands, and continued to turn sideways , snoring loudly.

Nanako sighed helplessly, and put away some pornographic magazines beside her: "You really don't look serious..."

At this time, she heard the sound of the door opening.

"Ryoma is back? It's quite early today."

This demure and gentle girl saw a fully armed boy behind Echizen Ryoma, she was a little strange at first, until the boy took off all the equipment, suddenly widened his eyes in surprise, and screamed,

"Ahhhhhh...it's God Song, it's God Song!"

"It's really Song Shen...God, I'm not dreaming!"

She pinched her thigh vigorously, and all of a sudden, she changed from a quiet teenager to a fanatical fan who looked like a little girl.

As soon as Song Yiran came in, he heard these exclamations. He was stunned, and he didn't hold on to the sunglasses in his hand. Echizen Ryoma had long been accustomed to Nanako's star-chasing fanaticism. His dynamic vision and reaction nerves were very good. He quickly caught the sunglasses with his hands, and moved closer to Song Yiran.

Looking at the clear eyes of the black-haired boy, Echizen Ryoma's hands trembled slightly, but he said in a very calm tone: "Senior, you should put on your sunglasses."

He pretended to look at his cousin with disgust and said, "Otherwise... my elder sister might go crazy."

Song Yiran paused, and as soon as he nodded, Echizen Ryoma said in an awkward and expectant tone: "Then I'll help you bring it."

His height is now only a few centimeters shorter than Song Yiran's. He inserted the frame of the sunglasses into the boy's hair. The smooth and smooth curve of the hair made Echizen Ryoma's heart tremble.

The tips of his ears turned red again.

Nanako Echizen stood there stupidly at first, watching them, then rushed over suddenly, rolled up her sleeves, and said, "God Song, I'm really your fan! The image in "The Judge" is really too much." alright!"

Echizen Nanako is currently studying in the University Department of Youth Academy, and she is only a year or two older than Song Yiran. She has just grown up, and she no longer has the image of a gentle and intellectual big sister before. Hu Lan's eyes seem to be shining generally.

The movement she made also woke up Echizen Nanjiro.

"It's so noisy... What's going on? When I was sleeping, why did I go crazy... Oh, you are boy Song."

Echizen Nanjiro yawned, with a little saliva still on the corner of his mouth, he rubbed his somewhat messy hair, and glanced at Song Yiran and Echizen Ryoma.

"So...was it the teenager who managed to abduct him before he left?" He teased like this, causing Echizen Ryoma's earlobes to turn red, and several black lines flashed across his forehead.

He retorted: "No! Old man, you're talking nonsense again!"

Echizen Cai Caizi ignored the restless father and son, she showed a dreamy look, and said excitedly: "Hello, I am Ryoma's cousin, and Echizen Nanjiro is my uncle...my name My name is Echizen Nanako, it's really nice to meet you!"

She stretched out her hand to Song Yiran, her fingertips were trembling constantly, Song Yiran hooked her lips, it was a slightly curved arc, and he stretched out his hand to hold Nanako.

"Hi, nice to meet you too."

Echizen Nanjiro, who was lying on the ground, saw this scene, stood up and walked towards them.

He stretched out his hand and kept scratching his exposed chest, and said, "Long time no see, I can be considered your little half master... Boy, why don't you come and fight with me."

"No!"

At this time, Echizen Ryoma stopped them, his cat pupils were shining brightly: "I'm here to fight him."

The author has something to say:

small theater

Echizen Ryoma: I heard that confession before parting is very effective

Akashi: fake

Vulcan: fake

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Echizen Ryoma:? ? ?