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

At the end of the game, Song Yiran slowly walked to Papa's side.

The black man in front of him had already fallen into a sluggish state, until Song Yiran stood in front of him, he finally recovered.

"Impossible...! Why do you East Asian monkeys play basketball like this!?"

Papa's expression was unbelievable. Throughout the game, he was completely suppressed, and he didn't even have an effective attack, which was really eye-popping.

"How should I put it... You are still too weak."

Song Yiran parted his hair with a calm smile on his face.

"One of the generations of miracles, there is a player named Atsushi Murasakihara. He also has a height of more than two meters, but...his flexibility is much better than yours."

After Song Yiran decided to play basketball, he watched a lot of materials and videos about his competitors at the same time. Whether it was the generation of miracles or the five generals without a championship, their information was reflected in Song Yiran's mind.

A player of Papa's height is suitable for playing as a center forward. Being too tall is extremely advantageous when facing opponents of average level. After all, the offensive and defensive surfaces are very wide, but when encountering a player of the level of the generation of miracles... That too slow speed will lead to the ending of being hanged and beaten!

The reason why Atsushi Murasakihara is terrifying is not only because of his height advantage and strength, but also because of his astonishing speed.

——If... Papa could have swift sensitivity, then maybe Song Yiran wouldn't win so easily.

——Unfortunately, to Song Yiran, the current Papa...is just a mechanical bear with a height of more than two meters!

"If you don't score a single point in this match, don't think about defeating the Generation of Miracles..." Song Yiran said flatly, "After all, in my eyes, you who have a contemptuous heart are not worthy of being their opponent! "

"Also—talent, it has nothing to do with skin color."

As Song Yiran said, he turned around and returned to the team, leaving Papa and Xinxie in shock.

——Talent has nothing to do with skin color...

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"Xiao Yiran, you are awesome!"

A familiar voice sounded from the auditorium, Kise Ryota said loudly, completely ignoring the eyes of the people around him.

But fortunately, there were no other people watching in the early stages of the local knockout rounds. They were all team members and students from participating schools. Although Kise's behavior was a bit reckless, it didn't make people feel so strange. Just got their attention.

"Oh, is that Kise Ryota?"

"...Kise Ryota seems to have lost to Song Yiran in the practice match?"

"However, it seems that they have a good relationship...?"

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"Idiot, why are you shouting so loudly!"

Yukio Kasamatsu, who was following Kise, kicked Kise hard.

"It hurts, Kasamatsu-senpai!" Kise had a mournful expression on his face, but he calmed down again.

Kaichang, where Kise is located, is in the Kanagawa competition area, and when he rushed to watch the game, he only saw the last quarter.

He looked at the score on the scoreboard, slightly lost in thought.

"—Compared to the practice match with me before, Xiao Yiran has become stronger again..."

Kise sighed, "Not only the breakthrough, but also the three-pointer is so good..."

With a vague smile on the corner of his mouth, Kise Ryota looked at a man wearing a hat not far in front of him.

"Such a change may have something to do with Little Green Room."

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"I said...Xiaozhen, why do you still wear a hat to watch a game..."

Takao Kazun felt that his teammate was just a jerk, and he wanted to pay attention to him, but he just didn't want others to know.

Midorima Shintaro was fully armed to watch this game. He wore a big hat on his head, a pair of square sunglasses covering half of his face, and a white mask, which looked very much like the legendary criminals.

——The most terrible thing is that Midorima Shintaro forced him to wear such a dress for fear that Takao Kazunari would expose himself.

"It's really long-winded." Midorima Shintaro looked at the score in the field, "It's obvious that the smog is too severe to dress up like this."

Takao Kazuari: ...

Seeing Song Yiran's last three-pointers, Midorima Shintaro nodded in satisfaction.

——He could see that Song Yiran had already grasped the perfect three-pointer that was 100% winning!

——Obviously there should be a sense of crisis, but seeing Song Yiran's growth... On the contrary, he is really happy for him.

——No...it must be just happy to have a qualified opponent.

"Speaking of which, Song Yiran's growth is really fast..." Gao Wei and Cheng smiled wryly. He had also explored this so-called best shot point, but... this kind of thing that is closely related to the feel of the ball is very mysterious. There is no way to touch it now.

"Huh, only those with extraordinary talent in shooting can understand this..." Shintaro Midorima pushed his sunglasses, "This is a miraculous three-pointer..."

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After the game, they returned to their school and won the first battle. The score of 102:0 is really sensational...not only the students were commotioned, but also the management was alarmed.

During class break, Aida Reiko lay on the table, sighing constantly.

"It's so troublesome..." Aida Reiko propped her chin, "The people from the school board even asked me if I could win the Tokyo division championship... Oh my god, which one was not the big one in the last competition between Masamune, Izumikan and Hidetoku?" The score beat us...the idea is too good..."

"Because Aran is here." Hinata Junpei and Aida Reiko are in the same class, he analyzed, "With Aran, Seirin's strength has completely risen to a higher level."

"Don't say... Reiko, have you ever fantasized about winning the championship?" Junpei Hinata smiled.

"Of course I have fantasized about it." Aida Reiko blushed slightly, and suddenly thought of Song Yiran's appearance when he took off his jersey, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

"—After all... it's that guy."

On the other side, in the first grade classroom, Song Yiran was sleeping on the table.

In the last game, in order to let Papa remember a lesson, he played hard to make the Xinxie lose a point. Song Yiran was a little tired of running around on the offensive and defensive ends, and his physical strength was exhausted too much.

"Song Jun, Song Jun?" Heizi pushed Song Yiran, get out of class is over now, but Song Yiran is still in a deep sleep state.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Song Yiran's mobile phone was placed on the corner of the table, and Heizi didn't notice it at first, but was attracted by the sound.

The bell rang for a few seconds and then jumped off immediately, followed by a text message.

Heizi paused.

——That number shows...to Heizi, it is extremely familiar...

--That is……

——That's... Akashi-kun's private number.

Hesitating, Heizi slowly reached out to open Song Yiran's phone, and there was a brief message inside.

—— "I've been following you for a long time, and seeing your growth...I'm very happy."

——"Song Yiran, Cheng Lin, it's not suitable for you."

——Akashi-kun...what do you mean?

Akashi's indifferent face was still in his memory, and Kuroko thought of his pair of strange-colored pupils that seemed to be shining coldly after blooming, and his breathing stagnated for a moment.

——Song Jun, the teammate I finally met...

Heizi clenched the phone tightly, a sense of panic about losing spread throughout his body, trembling, he deleted the text message.

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After Song Yiran was woken up by Heizi, he fell asleep on the subway again.

As if the road had no end, Song Yiran didn't know what Jinxi was in his sleep, and he felt as if someone was poking his cheek in his drowsiness.

"Hey, hey, if you meet someone who can sleep better than me, let's get over it!"

The young man's voice was a little gloating. Seeing that Song Yiran hadn't woken up, he became more courageous and pinched his face carefully.

——Wow...the touch is so good, soft...

Akiya Kirihara had sat down because of sleeping, and then fell asleep and sat down again when returning to the bus... Finally, after receiving the notice from Sanada to continue training, he simply returned the same way.

The next stop is the High School Attached to Lihai University.

"Still awake...it's really difficult." Kirihara Chiya looked at the black-haired boy with his head bowed under his hand, feeling itchy in his heart, and immediately had the idea of ​​a little devil's prank, and took out a marker pen from his pocket.

——Who made him look so good-looking.

Kirihara Chi also was about to make a move, but suddenly one hand grabbed his wrist, and the other hand grabbed his collar, and he buckled it backwards!

"...Hey, hey!" Kirihara Chiya was stunned.

The marker fell to the floor.

Song Yiran woke up from sleep, felt the restrained young man in front of him, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

He dreamed of a very strange river area, the dark yellow water came from the sky, rushing to the distance with a heavy whistling sound.

Surrounded by darkness, he seemed to be floating above the river, with his toes tensed, as if he was very close to the river, but no water splashed on him.

——In that dream, all his keen senses were closed, and he could not hear the voice of reality. It was not until he slowly separated from the dream that he regained his vigilance against the outside world.

"what are you going to do?"

After blinking, his vision gradually became clear, and Song Yiran suddenly noticed the curly black hair of the boy.

Letting go, Song Yiran saw the curly-haired boy rubbing his wrists and staring at him fiercely, his eyes gradually turned red, and his whole demeanor also changed, making him extremely aggressive.

Song Yiran thoughtfully called out a name——

——"... Kirihara Chiya?"