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

Seirin's players fell silent for a moment.

"Aran, what did you just... say?"

Aida Reiko repeated it in disbelief, and the black-haired boy in front of him smiled slightly.

He raised his right hand, looked at the shallow and dense palm lines on his palm, and made a throwing posture again.

"—I think, I can score three-pointers all over the game, it's that simple."

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Seeing Seirin's ready face, Takao Kazunari asked Midorima Shintaro with a smile.

"Xiaozhen, why did you use it at the beginning? It's a little impulsive, right?"

In Takao's heart, Seirin is second only to Tonghuang's rival, he naturally did not despise Seirin, but——

——He felt that Midorima Shintaro's deliberate performance just now... was like those boys in TV dramas who wanted to attract the attention of those they liked.

After all, the coach also reminded that the trump card should not be exposed prematurely.

"I just thought the ball felt good at the time and I would definitely score."

Midorima explained lightly, "It's not for showing him."

Regardless of Midorima Shintaro's duplicity, Takao Kazunari still had a grinning expression on his face. It wasn't until they stood on the field again and looked at Song Yiran standing on the other side of the baseline that his expression was slowly broken.

Wherever that black-haired boy stood was the focus of the audience.

It's just that when he looked down at the ball in his hand and gestured for a shot...

The audience suddenly exploded!

"What... is he going to do!?"

The people in the auditorium, whether they were fans of Song Yiran or not, all stood up one after another, feeling their hearts tremble.

——This familiar posture...

——Is it possible that he is planning to copy... that three-pointer from the audience just now! ?

"How is this possible... He must have deliberately confused his sight to organize a fast break!"

The fat man in the auditorium jumped up as if he had been stepped on a sore spot. He just said... Song Yiran is just a mortal shooter!

The pink-haired girl next to her also stood up, with surprise in her eyes.

—she had a hunch.

That's not a disguise at all, Song Shen... just wants to step on the baseline and shoot a three-pointer!

What does this feel like?

There seemed to be a small electric current in Song Yiran's eyes. In his eyes, in an instant, on the entire basketball court, the arcs left by all the players' previous shots turned into tangible blue and black traces, which continued to extend into the basket .

And the only one that runs through the bottom line and is the brightest... is Midorima's full-court three-pointer!

Song Yiran squinted his eyes again, making all the strange traces disappear from his eyes again.

"Although I don't know why... But, I can definitely score this goal!"

Song Yiran, who had never practiced full-court three-pointers, raised the ball slightly.

"Xiaozhen...does he also want to shoot a full-court three-pointer?"

Takao and Cheng asked in a daze.

Midorima Shintaro suddenly had a bad feeling, and he sprinted to Seirin's half.

Luma is tall, when the basketball left Song Yiran's fingertips, he jumped!

"Don't try to get in!"

It's a pity that Song Yiran's attack point is far higher than that of Midorima Shintaro, and Luma has no defense at all.

This ball is not so much an exquisite copy, as it is... an innovation mixed with his movements!

The arc of the basketball is far higher than the three-pointer made by Lu Jian before.

The ball keeps going up and almost touches the top of the ceiling!

The basketball seemed to stand still for a few seconds at the highest point, and the basketball suddenly went down with a threatening momentum, as if it was a falcon preying on it!

"The momentum is good." Song Yiran looked at the net bag that seemed to be tumbling waves, and the perfect hollow went straight into it, and said lightly, "This trick, let's call it Hawkeye."

"This is impossible……"

Everyone could only stare blankly at the ball, whether it was Seirin Hidetoku's players, the audience on the sidelines, or even the referee biting his whistle in a daze.

Such a full-court three-point shot...has never been seen in all the games he played...No, it should be said that even in the NBA, no one can shoot such a sturdy long-range ball!

But today, it suddenly appeared twice in one game, and it was in the hands of people from two different camps!

"Oh...it seems that I am really old..."

The referee wiped the sweat from his brow, and began to wonder what kind of monsters those two high school students were.

Midorima Shintaro clenched his hands tightly and pursed his lips.

Song Yiran added a bit of ingenuity to the three-pointer, which was more threatening than his own ball.

and……

He deeply suspected that Song Yiran just watched the ball he threw just now and learned it on the spot!

Although, that sounds pretty impractical.

After a few seconds of silence, the entire basketball court suddenly boiled!

"God Song!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh—"

Many fans who supported Song Yiran jumped up from their seats crazily!

The even more amazing three-pointers shot in the name of the miracle shooter made them feel extremely proud.

——Because, this is... the person I identified! !

And Xiude's fans... immersed in a state of being beaten.

The fat man kept grabbing his little hair, and said in a voiceless voice: "How...why can he throw such a ball!? Isn't he best at making breakthroughs?"

The girl next to him patted him on the shoulder, her originally fair face was blushed from cheering and screaming, she said earnestly: "Meeting God Song, nothing is impossible, all you have to do is huh! "

Fatty looked blankly at the black-haired boy with a slight smile on the field, and couldn't help but softly said:

"—oh hoo."

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"Excellent learning ability..."

In the midst of loud cheers, a dark-skinned man leaned against the wall. He stood in the aisle, and the shadow of the dim light enveloped him, but he couldn't get rid of the beast-like smile on his mouth.

"really interesting……"

The cyan-haired man smiled, licked his lips, and opened the opening of the soda can in his hand.

"—it must be a great thing to break him down."

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Vulcan and others finally returned to normal.

Hyuga Junpei took a deep breath, walked up to Song Yiran, and asked seriously, "Aran, do you have anything to hide?"

"Have you... already learned to actively enter the zone? Have you also mastered Heizi's gaze induction? Ah... Can you still do a slam dunk jump from the midfield? No, no, no, that's not enough, jump from the baseline ?”

Hearing what they said became more and more absurd, Song Yiran couldn't help explaining, "This is too exaggerated, senior. Actually, I haven't practiced this before...forget it."

Everyone had expressions of disbelief on their faces, and they all secretly slandered.

——Is it not an exaggeration to shoot three-pointers in the audience? ?

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"Xiao Zhen, it seems that you have coached a very terrifying opponent..." Takao Kazunari was still a little overwhelmed.

"No." Midorima Shintaro closed his eyes.

"Even without me, sooner or later he will grow into what he is now."

——The so-called genius, no matter what the starting point is, the end point will be at the peak sooner or later!

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At the referee's whistle, the game continued.

Xiude held the ball, and Luma stood opposite Song Yiran. He pushed his glasses, and said in a flat tone, "The ball just now was very good, did you learn it now?"

"Yes." Song Yiran smiled slightly, "Mr. Lujian's three-pointer surprised me, and it also gave me what I call inspiration."

"Very good." Midorima Shintaro nodded, "Now you are qualified to compete with me with a three-pointer!"

Then, there was another emergency stop, and Midorima made a sudden three-pointer!

The ball went into the basket steadily, and Xiude scored a three-pointer!

In the second quarter, it was completely a personal three-point competition between Song Yiran and Midorima Shintaro. Neither of them made a mistake. All kinds of long-range three-pointers seemed to be shot continuously without any difficulty, which made the audience feel that it seemed easy. illusion of...

The score quickly reached 30:27!

Before the end of the second quarter, Song Yiran easily scored another three-pointer at the buzzer to tie the score.

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Aomine Daiki leaned against the railing, crushing the can with some boredom.

"Tsk tsk, because the difference in three-pointers is easy to widen, and each team has and only one shooter with a perfect shooting percentage, so the others can't shoot without authorization... It has completely become a foil."

"Oh, it's really boring."

Aomine Daiki lazily threw the can into the trash can far away, which was also a perfect hollow.

"and many more……"

At this moment, the lightning in Qingfeng's mind suddenly exploded!

The dark-skinned man slowly raised his head, narrowing his eyes dangerously, "This is a sign that someone in the field... is about to enter the zone."

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