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

Yukimura Seiichi was wearing Li Haida's sportswear, he nodded slightly to Song Yiran with a gentle and distant smile, "Hello."

"Department...Minister?" Kirihara Akaya looked at his own minister stupidly.

Yukimura Seiichi smiled slightly at Kirihara Aka.

"In another 30 seconds...if Chiya doesn't go back...the amount of training will be increased tenfold."

It was obviously a very gentle voice, but it seemed to have a strange black air, which made Kirihara Chi also shiver suddenly.

"Ahhhhhh...I'll go right away!" Kirihara Chiya immediately looked like a cat with its hair blown, and looked at Song Yiran's injury very worriedly, "But...Senior's injury...I...Minister...I I also want to go to the hospital together..."

"Huh?" The corners of Yukimura Seiichi's mouth curved slightly.

"Wow wow wow wow..." by the little kelp who was about to cry from fright.

In the end, under Song Yiran's voice, Qie Yuanchi finally left with three steps and one turn.

Yukimura Seichi stepped forward slightly, the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened, and his whole body exuded a gentle breath, "Can I see your injury?"

Song Yiran looked at the other party's iris-purple pupils, which shone with a very gentle light.

Seeing that Song Yiran didn't refuse, Yukimura Seichi stretched out his hand to hold Song Yiran's wrist, carefully observing his injury.

The red mark on the palm is very conspicuous, leaving a hideous wound on the skin.

"It's okay, it's just a skin injury."

Song Yiran casually wanted to withdraw his hand. He had fought many fights in the past few years, so he naturally knew which angle could protect him to the maximum extent.

However, his wrist was lightly tapped by the other party's fingertips, which seemed to be a loose movement, but Yukimura Seiichi made a sign that he could not refuse.

The wind blew slowly, lifting the corners of the dark sportswear Yukimura Seiichi was wearing, and the tail of his dark blue hair reflected the tenderness in his eyes.

"It seems that when I meet you...you are always hurt."

Song Yiran looked up at Yukimura Seiki, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Have I met you before?"

"—maybe, maybe not."

Yukimura Seiichi replied as if sighing.

Song Yiran didn't want to go to the hospital, so Yukimura Seichi took him to the lounge of the tennis club.

The rest room is fully equipped, and Yukimura Seichi dug out a medicine box from the cabinet, which contained a lot of basic medical supplies such as medicines, alcohol cotton, bandages, etc.

His technique is very skillful, his fingertips are a little cold, the calluses from playing tennis are rubbing against the wound, and the plaster is exerting its medicinal effect, the burning pain and tiny itching are mixed together, making Song Yiran move involuntarily The finger was gently held by Yukimura Seiichi again.

——The place where they hold each other is also... infected with the heat of the medicine effect, and it seems that the heart is slightly numb.

After Yukimura Seichi helped him with the medicine, he put a bandage on Song Yiran.

——It seems that this kind of thing hasn't happened for a long time.

Song Yiran looked at his wound and thought silently.

"Very good technique, thank you."

After moving his left hand to make sure there was nothing wrong, Song Yiran thanked Yukimura Seichi.

"I became a doctor after a long illness. I saw a lot in the hospital, so I learned it naturally."

Yukimura Seichi smiled slightly, stretched out his left hand to hold Song Yiran's other uninjured right hand.

"I'm Yukimura Seiichi, the captain of the Tennis Club of Likai University High School. It's an honor to meet you."

"I'm Song Yiran, a Chinese student studying in Chenglin High School. I'm also very happy to meet you."

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Seeing Song Yiran walking out of the school gate, Seiichi Yukimura stood there until his figure gradually disappeared from sight, then Seiichi Yukimura gathered his coat and turned to go to the tennis club.

——I didn't expect to meet him here.

When he first played tennis, he witnessed Song Yiran winning the championship in the auditorium - the junior champion of the World Tennis Grand Prix, and he became the first Asian to win this award.

Yukimura Seiichi, who was still a child at that time, watched Song Yiran standing on the high platform to receive the award. Under the bright lights, his face shone brighter than the trophy.

Song Yiran was still very young at the time, his face was not as sharp and bright as it is now, and his facial features were more delicate and soft, completely different from his sharp tennis style.

A complicated mood spread in my heart.

——After a long time, Yukimura Seiichi realized that it was... longing.

——I want to stand on a high platform like him to accept the cheers of everyone, and I want the world to remember my name.

—wanted to... get close to him.

After winning the championship, various newspapers reprinted it frantically. Some newspapers even commented that he will be another East Asian man who can dominate tennis after Echizen Minamijiro in the future, with great potential.

It's just... Since then, the boy who once flashed deep in the memory has withdrawn from the tennis world, like a shooting star drawing a gorgeous arc in the sky, but falling rapidly.

——His appearance was almost blurred in Yukimura Seiichi's mind, but now, when he reappeared, Yukimura Seiichi found that...he could find something from that face that seemed to be completely different from his memory Clues and traces brought together disturbing memories, as vivid as yesterday.

"Even the name is different..."

Seiichi Yukimura sighed softly, walked back to the tennis court, and was not surprised to see Akari Kirihara doing a series of punishing weight-bearing squats as well.

As soon as he saw Yukimura Seichi, Kirihara Chi immediately jumped up and asked.

"Minister, that...how is Senior Song?"

"Slight abrasions, the wound has been treated."

Yukimura Seiichi skipped lightly and walked in front of all the members.

Liu Lian'er paid attention to the conversation between him and Chiya Kirihara, and took out the information book.

——Yukimura is in a good mood, it seems that something interesting happened.

Genichiro Sanada nodded to Yukimura, lowered his hat, and stood beside him.

Standing in front of all the members, Seiichi Yukimura glanced at all the regular and non-selected members as if overlooking them. He had a slender figure and a beautiful silhouette, but he had an aura like a king.

"Be quiet, I have something to announce."

"The invitation letter for the U-17 camp selection event has come down, and all the members of the regular selection have been included in the list."

"This time, our goal is—"

"—to be selected for the national team and go to the world!"

Boiling cheers sounded, Yukimura Seiichi who was standing in front of the crowd just thought of one thing.

——I don't know, did Song Yiran receive this invitation?

——If possible... I really want to fight him!

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When Song Yiran returned home, it was already dark.

His left hand is injured, which is indeed a very troublesome thing. After all, basketball is very particular about the cooperation of left and right hands.

The five fingers spread out, and then slowly grasped, the pain of tearing the flesh was like a burn.

"I haven't been injured for a long time, and I feel that my recovery has become worse."

He threw himself on the bed all at once, resting his good right hand on the back of his head, narrowing his eyes slightly.

——The High School Affiliated to Lihai University...it's really good.

Tennis is a characteristic activity of Lihai University, and the tennis club of the High School Attached to Lihai University has always been legendary as a king.

——At that time, it was also for this reason that he particularly wanted to enter the High School Attached to Lihai University.

When he was young, he liked tennis very much. He also participated in tennis training and achieved amazing results due to his outstanding sense of the ball... In order to participate in the competition, he did not hesitate to use a pseudonym until the photo of him standing on the highest podium was exposed , his family found out about it.

—and then... he never touched tennis balls again.

Song Yiran looked up at Baiding.

——If...that incident hadn't happened, he would have been able to enter the High School Attached to Lihai University, maybe he would have been able to... pick up tennis again.

——But...it's a pity, maybe he has nothing to do with tennis.

With a slight sigh, Song Yiran took out his phone and prepared to turn it off.

With a slight slide of his index finger, a piece of news suddenly caught his attention.

——"Would you like to return to the tennis court? If so, please open the mailbox."

--What's this?

Song Yiran narrowed his eyes slightly.

He went out and fumbled in the red mailbox, and found an ordinary white envelope.

He opened the envelope, and inside was a bronzing red invitation letter.

——U-17 selection... High school students live together?

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"Song Yiran, why is your hand hurt?" As soon as Huo Shenda came to the classroom, I found that Song Yiran's left hand was wrapped with a bandage.

"Morning, Lord Vulcan."

Song Yiran put his left hand together and said calmly, "I just touched it accidentally."

Vulcan nodded and returned to his seat.

However, Song Yiran noticed another thing.

——Today's Kuroko... was unexpectedly silent...

Although the usual Heizi Zhe is also very taciturn, maybe because Song Yiran and Heizi sit very close, they sometimes greet each other, but... today Heizi not only did not open his mouth, but also lowered his head to avoid all the people with him. He makes eye contact.

——Could it be... would he also be like Asahina Yusuke?

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After learning that Song Yiran's left hand was injured, Aida Reiko asked him to take a break during club activities, so Song Yiran stood by Aida Reiko's side and watched Seirin's players train.

"It feels like being stared at by Aran, these bastards are more motivated!"

Aida Reiko was teasing with a smile, but found that Song Yiran was not interested.

"...Aran, what's wrong with you?" Aida Reiko asked.

"I'm thinking about one thing." The black-haired boy looked at the passionate expression of Vulcan and the others during their practice, but his eyes had a kind of alienation as if they were watching through a wall.

"I was thinking, what kind of emotion do I have for basketball?"

"...why do you suddenly think about this?"

Aida Reiko pressed the whistle in her hand, and she had some bad premonitions.

"I... I was quick to learn many things, and I didn't pay much attention to basketball... At that time, I chose to join the basketball team because of Vulcan and Azhe."

"Later... I tried my best not to admit defeat, and after meeting opponents such as Ryota and Midorima... I wanted to make myself stronger."

"—But...do I really like basketball?"

Song Yiran asked back, he seemed to be analyzing from a distance, but he was more confused.

——This confusion lingered in the beautiful eyebrows, he didn't know how attractive it was.

"I can't say anything else, but Aran must really like basketball!" Aida Reiko said.

"……Well?"

"Because... only those who really like basketball can enter the zone. This is one of the prerequisites."

Aida Reiko suddenly held Song Yiran's right hand, her eyes were firm and bright.

"Maybe Aran can't feel it, but zone has already expressed your feelings first."

"Besides, Ah Ran doesn't know how dazzling your eyes are when you look at the basketball."

——like bright stars.

--Is it……

Song Yiran smiled slightly, with a hint of warmth in his dark eyes, and he put the invitation letter back in his pocket.

——Perhaps, I really have nothing to do with tennis... Let it be a pity.

——After all, he now... still has teammates behind him!