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

"Young man, you want to fight him?"

Echizen Nanjiro looked at Echizen Ryoma with a smile in his eyes, until Echizen Ryoma looked a little embarrassed, Nanjiro laughed twice, sat aside and said: "Then I will be your referee, why? Sample?"

"Boy Song, would you like to have a match with this stinky brat from my family?"

Song Yiran looked at Echizen Ryoma. Before, the cat-eyed boy asked him if he would continue to participate in world-class tennis competitions. Song Yiran gave an ambiguous answer - because he couldn't say for sure about the future. Where to go, he is not clear enough, all he knows is that he will definitely make great strides forward.

"Okay, let's have a game."

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Standing on the tennis court, Echizen Ryoma changed his sportswear jacket and wore a thin short-sleeved one. After a long time of devil training, the texture of his body has obvious lines, and the whole person looks more mature than before Quite a lot.

Song Yiran stood opposite him, he took off his thick down jacket, revealing the inner lining, and wore ordinary black sneakers.

He stepped on the ground with his toes and said, "That's it... let's get started."

In Song Yiran's hands, Echizen Nanjiro used the racket that Echizen Ryoma and Echizen Ryoma used to practice on weekdays. The material of this racket looked very ordinary, but when he touched the net surface, he felt the quality of this racket. elasticity.

——The more ordinary things look, the deeper things are actually hidden inside.

He sighed with emotion, weighed the lightweight racket, looked at the tense face of the cat-eyed boy on the opposite side, and said, "You serve first."

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Although Song Yiran has stopped playing tennis for a few months, the feeling of the ball is still very mysterious. After simply feeding a few balls, he regained the old feeling.

Both sides have a tacit understanding that they did not open the Asura Divine Way, nor did they enter the realm of selflessness, but just the most common tennis skills.

From the basics of tennis, Echizen Ryoma and Song Yiran are on the same level, so they play relatively smoothly, and it's completely a stalemate between you and me.

However, the scene was not so boring. The speed and strength of both sides were controlled within a very fine range. Echizen Nanjiro watched with relish. Their speed was too fast, which made Echizen Nanako excited. Clenched his hand tightly.

"I didn't expect Song Shen to play tennis so well? Long Ma..."

Echizen Nanako originally wanted to take a video camera to record Song Yiran playing tennis, save it, and read it carefully in her spare time, but because Song Yiran's identity is relatively sensitive, as a very loyal fan, she is afraid that such The behavior would bother him, so he finally gave up the idea.

On the sidelines, Nanako Echizen rubbed her eyes. She felt that the balls were like phantoms, constantly leaping from one side to the other, making her feel a little dazzled.

One side is my cousin, and the other side is the idol I admire the most, of course I choose...

"Come on! God Song, teach Ryoma a lesson!"

"He's always been so aggressive before... we must defeat him!"

When Echizen Ryoma heard Nanako's words, he staggered and almost missed the ball.

He looked at the sidelines angrily, and shouted: "It's really long-winded...it's still far away!"

In the final result, Song Yiran naturally won the whole match, but the points were not much different.

Echizen Ryoma lay on the ground and took a few breaths. Unlike the scene of fighting with the old man, the old man often released water from time to time, and the degree of water release was variable. The more he fought, the more he felt aggrieved.

However, playing tennis with Song Yiran gave me a very hearty feeling.

He sat up thoughtfully, looked at the other side, and was about to hand the racket to the boy Echizen Nanjiro, perhaps because he had just experienced strenuous exercise, his expression was no longer as cold as before, but rather With a heart-pounding blush, Echizen Ryoma's throat tightened.

Nanako Echizen nervously held a clean towel beside her, blushing a little and wanted to wipe the sweat off Song Yiran's forehead a little.

Echizen Nanjiro didn't care about his son, and was discussing some issues with Song Yiran about his style of play.

Echizen Ryoma: ... There is still a living person here... Do you have any other reactions?

Echizen Ryoma sighed, and walked towards Song Yiran, holding his breath in his heart, he patted the black-haired boy on the shoulder vigorously.

Song Yiran turned around, looked at the dark green-haired boy with an unhappy expression, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong?"

The boy with cat pupils just looked at him steadfastly, and a malicious smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Senior, anyway, we won't meet again in the future... I'm going to America this time, I guess it will take a few days. You won't be able to come back until a year later, so..."

He moved closer to Song Yiran, and his thin lips rubbed slightly against Song Yiran's ear: "I want to leave some souvenirs."

"Commemoration? What commemoration?"

Song Yiran took a step back, showing some strange expressions.

Echizen Ryoma felt a little nervous in his heart. To be honest, after returning to China for so many years, he has always maintained a tugging and meaningless look. This is the first time he has shown such an obvious and excited expression. The son took Song Yiran's hand, and the racket fell to the ground, and his soft lips kissed the corner of Song Yiran's lips.

It was a shallow kiss...it couldn't even be called a kiss, just a brief touch of the corner of the mouth.

Song Yiran was stunned.

Echizen Minamijiro: ...

Echizen Nanako: ...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! !

#what happened?What should I do if I see my cousin kissing my idol?Waiting online#

Nanako first showed an expression of disbelief, then covered her mouth with both hands, her dark blue eyes were wide open, she was so surprised that she even forgot to let out a scream, just stupidly Watching this scene.

Echizen Ryoma picked up the hat on the ground, the action was too hasty just now, and the hat fell to the ground, he lowered the brim of the hat, covering his eyes, only showing his flushed cheeks.

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"Anyway, in the United States, when I see many people getting along, in order to express friendship, they will do similar things..."

"——it's not a kiss if it doesn't touch the lips." He forced himself to say calmly, but he didn't realize that he had never done such a thing when he was in the United States.

Echizen Minamijiro looked at his son strangely, and finally decided to touch a cigarette to calm himself down.

—Are teenagers nowadays... all so bold?

He suddenly felt that it might be a good thing to send his son to the United States.

——At least the tricks of flirting...have learned a lot.

——It also shows that my son has inherited his excellent genes... I think back then...

Hearing Echizen Minamijiro's strange laughter, Echizen Ryoma kicked his father again in embarrassment.

Song Yiran took a deep look at Echizen Ryoma. In his heart, Echizen Ryoma was always the same tennis idiot who only focused on playing tennis and didn't care about love.

He counted it in his mind, and suddenly realized that the people around him were all of this type... I am also a typical representative of basketball idiots.

Seeing such a proud young man who devoted himself to playing tennis with such an awkward and shy expression suddenly made Song Yiran feel extremely complicated.

——Maybe I was thinking too much. In a few days, Echizen Ryoma will go to the United States, and maybe he and I will have nothing to do with each other again.

Song Yiran thought so.

——And...Echizen Ryoma is several years younger than himself after all, and he is not yet mature.

In the chaos, Song Yiran finally stayed at Echizen Nanjiro's house and enjoyed a dinner.

I have to say that Echizen Nanako's craftsmanship is very good, and the meal was quite comfortable, except for the occasional bickering between Echizen Ryoma and Echizen Minamijiro, which would be a little noisy.

When leaving Echizen Nanjiro's house, Echizen Ryoma stood alone at the door, seeing the black-haired boy fully armed again, he couldn't help but smile.

"Actually, senior, I watched that movie, and I think that's what you look like? It's not bad, the acting is pretty good."

Song Yiran pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and said casually, "Is that so?"

Echizen Ryoma looked at him and didn't say much, but what he thought in his heart was...

——There are some things that he doesn't understand yet, but he wants to wait until he grows up and plays tennis for a few more years...

——What should be understood will always be understood, and what should be said will be said.

After Song Yiran took a few steps, Echizen Ryoma couldn't help following his steps, suddenly took off his hat, and put his own hat on Song Yiran's black hair.

"Don't worry, senior, I won't dislike your hat." Echizen Ryoma said lightly, his cat pupils reflected a gentle illusion under the warm sunset.

"—I heard that exchanging hats will bring good luck."

Song Yiran glanced at him thoughtfully, but put away Longma's white hat with letters printed on it, and said, "Thank you then."

The boy with cat pupils looked at his back quietly, and suddenly felt that this scene seemed so familiar...

When he was young, on the field, he watched Song Yiran, who was also young, holding the world trophy, step by step behind the stage;

At the tennis youth training base, he looked at this slender figure fighting against Byodoin Phoenix on the court;

But now, he was wearing an ordinary down jacket, and he walked out of his sight step by step.

"Really... always leave like this alone."

Echizen Ryoma sighed softly.

——This sentence... just melted into the west wind.