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

It was a dream that was far away, and it shouldn't have appeared in the first place.

As a genius, Fuji Zhouzhu is a very proud person, but at the same time a very indifferent person at heart, so few people can live in his heart and leave a little mark on his heart.

However, there are always exceptions. For example, when I was seven years old, a very beautiful boy pointed to my nose on the field with an ordinary racket and said coldly: "You are My next opponent, isn't Erzhou Zhu?"

In fact, he has remembered this picture for a long time.

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All the memories came to an abrupt end, Fujisuke opened his eyes, he looked at the alarm clock, it was already seven o'clock, he put on the clothes of the Japanese team, and in front of the mirror, he carefully took care of himself After cleaning, walked into the lobby.

Atobe Keigo and others came to the lobby early.They began to eat breakfast slowly, and there was still plenty of time, and the finals began in the afternoon.

Before Fujisuke sat down, he glanced at everyone with his blue eyes with complicated expressions, and asked, "Is Yukimura still awake?"

"Yes." Keigo Atobe glanced at Fuji Shusuke lightly, and said, "I know, you want to fight him too, right? In fact...we all want to."

At the table, everyone shook their hands, but Keigo Atobe wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and continued, "This is the coach's decision, so in the end, I will fight against Song Yiran, who is not gorgeous. The person in question is Yukimura Seiichi.

——Yukimura Seichi...

Fuji Zhousuke clenched his fists tightly, and he lowered his eyes. In his heart, he always wanted to wash away the shame of the disastrous defeat more than ten years ago.

These turbulent emotions are just like the emotions when the boy suddenly bit his neck when he was at the tennis training base, with a bit of shame and complexity.

——I don't want to let him go like this, and I don't want to admit so easily that I... actually care about him...

——Admit it, Fuji Zhouzhu, in fact, you are just a fool.

He began to enjoy his breakfast calmly, covering up all his emotions, and Akaya Kirihara, who was opposite him, seemed to be looking at something with his mobile phone, still giggling non-stop.

"Chiya, what are you giggling about?"

When someone asked him this question, Kirihara Chi also stared at that person, and then began to laugh like a child with a problem: "Of course it's a remake of the hunter game, don't you know... Another identity of Allen has been updated in the set version, and the promotional video is also very good-looking!"

The chopsticks in Bu Er Zhou's assistant hit the bowl all of a sudden, making a ding-dong sound.

He frowned, got up and said, "Can you show me?"

Fuji Shusuke's smile was so restrained and polite, Kirihara Chi was also taken aback, and said, "Then you can see."

The young man in the photo has a different demeanor in every gesture. His gentleness and calmness in the theater is something he has never shown in ordinary times.

This was just a deduction, but it made Fuji Shusuke's fingertips tremble, and complex emotions flashed in his eyes, and he said, "It's still the same..."

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The day of the final is coming soon, Fuji Shusuke is standing on the sidelines, he is the second single in this team competition, and the first single is Yukimura Seiichi, he looks at Yukimura Seiichi still habitually The Japanese team's sportswear was draped over his body, and there was a deep emotion in those transparent eyes, completely different from the previous ones, almost as if they were wrapped in burning fire.

Yukimura Seichi, holding the racket tightly, said in a low voice, "I've finally waited for this day...I want to play with you even in my dreams."

Fuji Zhousuke folded his arms and looked at the different expressions of his teammates. After that, amidst the more enthusiastic shouts from the audience, he set his sights on the entrance of the other team.

——That is the Chinese representative team.

A black-haired, baby-faced young man was holding the arm of the Chinese team captain. His hair was a little curly, and his eyes were big, as if he was entangled with Song Yiran, chattering about something.

"I heard that person seems to be Song Yiran's childhood sweetheart, called Huang Shaoyun...he seems to be a very talkative person. In a sense, he has something in common with Song Yiran's basketball friend Ryota Huang. .”

Liu Lian'er, who was on the side, flipped through his notes, and said to Gan Zhenzhi, who was acting as a substitute, to the information in their hands.

"That man looks harmless, but he is actually a more dangerous man. He is very fast. Be careful, he is not easy to mess with."

Qian Zhenzhi paused, and added: "I heard that that guy and Song Yiran have a very good understanding, and I almost played doubles with him. If Song Yiran's strength was not allowed by the coach to play in doubles, then There's a good show to watch."

Having said that, he glanced at Keigo Atobe and Genichiro Sanada, who had darkened complexions, and smiled.

Gan Zhenzhi's words made Fuji Zhousuke clenched his arm tightly, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, he said: "It's a pity that I can't fight with Song Yiran, so I will definitely take it His friend, beat hard."

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However, in fact, the spirit of a team is very important. Song Yiran is really a person with strange magic power. Wherever he goes, the morale of one side will greatly increase. The core role of ah.

None of the audience expected that the Japanese team would end up with such a result.

——Three defeats and one tie.

This result made everyone silent for a long time.

"Sure enough, we are still too slack, there is a lot to learn." Genichiro Sanada said with emotion, and he pressed the brim of his hat vigorously.

Bu Er Zhou Zhu shook his hand, and many thoughts flashed through his mind. Over the years, he and Song Yiran often saw each other on the field, but they had never played a game, and Bu Er Zhou Zhu also Unable to let go of her airs, she went to him in private.

Of course, Song Yiran would not take the initiative to find him.

He pursed his lips, and suddenly walked quickly to the lounge of the Chinese team. He wanted to find someone... He wanted to verify a result.

Before entering the lounge, he heard a familiar voice.

It was a somewhat proud, tugging voice.

——Echizen Ryoma?

Fuji Zhousuke thought in his heart.

And the next words made his pupils shrink suddenly!

"Senior, I am seriously confessing to you, please don't treat me like a child!"

"I know that childhood sweetheart of yours is speaking ill of me... Do you think I can't see his intentions? Senior, please look at me seriously, I am already taller than you now, I am already an adult , I can understand my own feelings, I'm just one year younger than you, is there a problem?"

"Do you look down on people younger than you?"

Fuji Zhousuke was silent in front of the door for a long time, he could almost imagine that the tennis genius who was no longer a little shorter than them, now said these words with an imposing manner.

He opened the door suddenly, and saw the young man in the hat, pressing the black-haired man on the table in shame, holding his face in his hands, and kissing him continuously.

Fuji Shusuke:……

The smile on the corner of his mouth was a bit black, and he said: "It seems that Echizen has a lot of intentions."

Echizen Ryoma raised his head with serious eyes, looked at Fuji Shusuke, and the black-haired young man who was being held down straightened his clothes, his charming face was still full of indifference, he grabbed Echizen Ryoma , thrown aside.

At this moment, what he heard were the footsteps of Yukimura Seiichi and Atobe Keigo.