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

Kirihara Chi also widened his eyes slightly, the hostility in his eyes slowly dissipated, and he asked, "You know me?"

"...Huh? Don't move."

Song Yiran supported Kirihara Chiya's head with his hand, while the other hand was still holding his shoulder.

"……what are you doing!?"

Qieyuan Chi also looked at the black-haired boy in front of him in a daze, with red ears, Song Yiran moved closer, and his beautiful face gradually enlarged.

Song Yiran carefully observed Kirihara Chiya's eyes, and found that those red bloodshot eyes had faded away, and turned into clear black eyes again.

"...I thought it was very interesting two years ago, but I didn't expect it to be so." The corners of Song Yiran's mouth rose slightly.

"Two years ago...?"

Kirihara Chi also suddenly remembered the scene when he was stimulated to change his personality for the first time.

At that time, he had just arrived in Kanagawa to study, and when he was bullied after school, when he awakened his demonic personality... he was stopped by a strange boy.

…………

The time seemed to return to that evening, and Chiya Kirihara's mouth was filled with an excited and cruel smile. The sequelae of the first awakening of the secondary personality were huge, and he couldn't control his emotions.

He vigorously picked up the long yellow hair of those so-called gangsters, and slammed them against the wall, the blood dripped and seeped into the white wall, and some blood froth was also stained on his finger bones.

—that's it... ah, that's it!

——more red, more blood!

He licked his fingers.

The back of the neck shrank, and someone grabbed the collar violently.

Before Kirihara Chi could turn around, he was knocked out with a hand knife.

"Tsk...it's really troublesome, and I need to take action again."

At that time before he fell into a coma, Kirihara Chi could only vaguely remember the somewhat vague voice of the young man.

……

The memory slowly came back, Kirihara Chi also widened his eyes in disbelief.

"—so... that person is you?"

Patting Kirihara Chiya's face, Song Yiran put down his collar.

"You shot too hard at that time, if you hit it a few more times..." Song Yiran compared his head, and said half-jokingly, "I guess...it won't be as simple as being demerited by the school."

Kirihara Chi also scratched his head, then suddenly reached out and poked his cheek again.

Song Yiran: ...

"It's really you..."

——It's completely different from what I thought.

The vague voice two years ago was extremely depressing. He thought it was a dark and indifferent man, but now seeing the bright and gentle smiling face of the young man in front of him, Kirihara Chi also felt a sense of excitement that broke his imagination.

The subway stopped suddenly.

The door opened.

Song Yiran looked at the subway signs and found that he had already sat for four stops. He put his schoolbag on his back and planned to get off at this stop and return.

"Hey, wait a minute..." Qie Yuanchi also rushed to Song Yiran, which made Song Yiran frown.

——Song Yiran's footsteps combined with the understanding of lateral movement and quick attack, ordinary people can't keep up, but the curly-haired boy in front of him easily... caught up with him and stopped him.

"Your steps are pretty fast." Song Yiran raised his eyebrows, and smiled slightly, "Are you an athlete?"

Akira Kirihara also nodded, showing a proud expression, "I'm the ace of the Rikkai Tennis Club!"

— Tennis…

A faint premonition arose in his mind, Song Yiran's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he smiled slightly.

"Kirihara-kun, would you like to show me around the school?"

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During the short conversation, Kirihara Chi also knew that this boy who looked similar to his age was two full years older than him, and he was studying at Seirin Middle School in Tokyo.Therefore, Qie Yuanchi puffed his lips, and reluctantly called Song Yiran "Senior", and Song Yiran immediately rubbed his curly black hair violently.

——It feels pretty good.

Song Yiran found with satisfaction that the junior in front of him looked bad, but in fact he was a little naive and awkward, surprisingly cute.

The hand on Akaya Kirihara's hair suddenly stopped. At this moment, Song Yiran couldn't help but think of the first friend he made in Kanagawa——Asahina Yusuke with a head of red hair and a pure personality.

Feeling that the expression of the black-haired boy in front of him became obviously cold, Kirihara Chi didn't know the reason, and immediately asked a little awkwardly, "...Senior Song, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Song Yiran looked at Li Haida's environment and suddenly became emotional.

Lihai University High School is an old private middle school in Kanagawa, and the building also has a strong sense of simplicity due to the long history, showing a long history.

——It is completely different from Nagasaki Junior High School...

Nagasaki is a newly-run private middle school, which was funded by various wealthy consortiums in Japan. Although the campus facilities are the most advanced in Japan, the overly utilitarian campus culture stains every brick and tile of this school. It has a cold and mundane meaning.

Song Yiran's files are tainted. When he first came to Japan, he first considered Lihai University High School, but Lihai University High School has high requirements for file background, and Nagasaki Middle School is more concerned about the enrollment rate. For Song Yiran with such a talent Those who are outstanding will be admitted exceptionally.

Song Yiran was wearing a Chenglin tunic-style uniform jacket, which should have been very eye-catching in the high school attached to Lihai University, but it was already evening, and the students had basically gone home, except that there seemed to be faint shouts from the direction of the stadium.

"...Ah, vice-captain! I didn't forget to train after school, I just accidentally passed the station... Alas, I have to show up within 1 minute, otherwise double the training!? Last for two months!?"

Kirihara Chiya's cell phone rang, he frantically connected the phone, turned his head to look at Song Yiran, and said apologetically, "Senior Song, I'm sorry... I may have something to do..."

However... At this moment, a tennis ball with a tricky angle suddenly hit the back of Kirihara Chiya's head from a distance!

——Song Yiran's pupils shrank suddenly!

Pulling Chiya Kirihara's collar to his back, Song Yiran's left hand slightly accumulated strength, and he caught the tennis ball abruptly.

The tennis ball was still beating in his palm, slowly stopping, and his palm was severely worn.

"Senior Song...are you alright!?" Qie Yuanchi also saw the red mark on Song Yiran's hand, and immediately said anxiously, "I'll send you to the infirmary right away!"

"Chi Ye, the teacher in the infirmary has already left at this time."

A faint gentle voice sounded, the voice was extremely elegant, it reminded Song Yiran... of the night-blooming epiphyllum planted in the courtyard before he left the country.

The figure stepped out of the shadow without haste, his aura seemed to be out of this world, but when he saw the injury on Song Yiran's hand, he frowned slightly.

"—I'll take you to the hospital."