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

Although Huo Shenda I looked big and carefree, I was actually a very meticulous person. When I found out that Song Yiran didn't want to mention that person more, I didn't ask any questions and just stayed by his side silently.

Since Cheng Lin came out, because Song Yiran's attention gradually picked up again, he began to put on his hat, the brim of which was slightly lowered, covering part of his face.

Seeing that Song Yiran was in a gloomy mood, Vulcan Dawo led him to a place I often go to to relax.

It was a place with a good view, on top of a semi-abandoned high-rise building, looking down from the top, the mood seemed to open up.

Song Yiran took off his hat, and under the setting sun, the twilight gently stroked his black hair. From the side view of Vulcan, he seemed to be dazzled.

Huoshenda, I looked at him for a while, then suddenly grabbed the barbed wire, pointed to the garden in the distance, "Look——Song Yiran, what does the pruned shape of the flowers there remind you of?"

Song Yiran walked to the barbed wire fence and looked at the circular flowerbed, dotted with some thin green branches, which looked very pleasing to the eye.

"I can't guess it." Song Yiran said lightly.

Vulcan scratched his hair, and laughed, "Don't you think this...is a bit like a basketball? The red circle and the dark green line are combined together to form a slightly discolored basketball."

——What a basketball idiot...

The black-haired boy bent his lips upon hearing this.

"That's not a funny joke, Big Me."

"—But, you seem to be a little happier."

Vulcan turned his head slightly, and when he leveled his brows and eyes, he showed a kind of gentleness that didn't match his rough appearance.

"Every time I'm in a bad mood, I'll think about something I like—such as basketball, steak, etc., and then I'll feel better."

Vulcan's voice has a rustling texture, but when he lowers his voice and starts to babble, it is very charming.

"When I first went to the United States to study abroad, I was very young, my spoken English was not good, and I was sometimes bullied. Later, I fell in love with basketball and met a friend who played with me... No, it should be said, Brother."

"Later, as we grew up, we had some differences and suddenly fell out. At that time, I was also very sad. It's just... I slowly realized—Aran, this is inevitable."

In the eyes of Vulcan Dawo, there is a warm light, not hot, like the sunshine in autumn.

"So, I chose to hold the things in my hands tightly and stop thinking so much. Some people always stop and go, and it's their choice to stay or stay...but you just need to walk forward, it's enough gone."

Vulcan Dawo's smile was very contagious, and Song Yiran was a little touched by him. He looked up at the cloud that seemed to be touchable with his hand, and smiled lightly.

"—Of course, I know, after all... we want to become the number one in Japan together."

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Naturally, two people who didn't know each other very well could call each other's names calmly.

Before going to the subway to say goodbye, I heard that Song Yiran wanted to rent a house in another place, from Kanagawa to Tokyo, so I slightly turned my head and coughed lightly.

Vulcan's face turned red, "Aran, how about..."

At this time, a subway train came roaring.

Vulcan's voice was drowned out by the noise of the wheels.

——How about...you share the rent with me.

Song Yiran was about to get on the subway, so he looked back at Vulcan.

"Big me, what did you just say?"

Vulcan sighed, then waved his hand, "It's nothing, I said, have a good trip."

The black-haired boy smiled at him, "You too, have a good trip."

Looking at the scene of the train roaring away again, Vulcan crouched on the ground, scratching his hair, "What the hell was I thinking..."

——I actually wanted to...take care of him.

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On the way home, Song Yiran received a call.

The phone number was unfamiliar. After thinking about it, he pressed the answer button.

The voice on the other end of the phone was lazy, with a very low tone and a strong sense of arrogance.

"Tsk, is it Song Yiran?"

Resisting the desire to hang up, Song Yiran asked lightly, "May I ask who you are?"

"Me? You should have heard of my name. I am your opponent in the next match—Aomine Daiki."

Aomine loosened his tie and slowly drove towards Kanagawa.

"It's been a long time since I played... I'm so excited, I want to have a one-on-one with you as a warm-up!"

"One on one, are you kidding me? Tomorrow we have a match."

Song Yiran turned the key in his hand, frowning slightly.

"Let's put it this way, Song Yiran..." Qingfeng Dahui grinned, "According to May's information, you haven't fully mastered the zone, right?"

"Yes."

Song Yiran gripped the phone tightly and replied.

"You should be clear that after entering the zone, your strength will suddenly rise to a higher level." Qingfeng Dahui said, "Even in a normal state, you and I are at the same level, but once I activate the zone, it is absolutely impossible for you to restrain me .”

"So?" Song Yiran asked back with a frown.

"So - you like this... Even if you win, I feel very boring."

Aomine Daiki's eyes sparkled with interest, and his tone was a bit seductive, "Let's have a one-on-one game in advance, and I'll try to develop your limit, how about it?"

Before Song Yiran could reply, Qingfeng Dahui hung up the phone, and in his hand was the address of Song Yiran's home recorded in the Momoi May Information Book.

He swiped the long string of addresses with his fingers, and said with a chuckle, "Anyway, it's just to inform you."

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After wandering around for a long time, Qingfeng Dahui was a bit of a road idiot. Although Taojing's records were very detailed, he still couldn't find Song Yiran's address. At a fork in the road, he kicked the trash can next to him a little angrily.

"Aomine Daiki...?"

The sky had already darkened, leaving only sparse lighting, a voice sounded with some hesitation, but the too moving tone made Qingfeng stop his movements immediately.

This scene was a bit ridiculous. The dark-skinned man withdrew his feet, pretending that nothing happened, and raised his chin slightly.

He turned around and raised his eyebrows, "Song Yiran, what a coincidence."

The black-haired boy came out of the shadows, and around Aomine Daiki, a straight man who likes to read pornographic magazines, also marveled at the other person's appearance first, and compared his appearance in the video.

"unfortunately."

Song Yiran had already returned home and changed into sportswear, with a basketball in his hands, waiting at the intersection near the apartment.

"——I have already waited for a long time."

The tone of Song Yiran's words was somewhat provocative, and Qingfeng couldn't help but click his tongue.

Pulling off the tie and taking off the formal jacket at once, Aomine Daiki rolled his eyes, "Go to the nearby basketball court, let's have a one-on-one."

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With the help of the dim light, Song Yiran could fully see Qingfeng's attire at this time.

He was wearing a white shirt, black formal school pants, a pair of leather shoes on his feet, and a jacket and tie on his left hand. He didn't look like he was playing basketball at all.

——Should I say that she is extremely conceited... Aomine Daiki?

Song Yiran narrowed his eyes dangerously as he watched Qingfeng not put down the jacket on his left hand.

"What do you mean, Aomine Daiki?"

"It's nothing interesting, I just feel... After I activate the zone, I can beat you with just one hand!"

Aomine Daiki tightened his left hand, his arrogant eyebrows almost blending into the night.

While speaking, the blue electric light cut away from the end of his eyes!

——Entering the zone completely autonomously, has he reached this point...

Song Yiran's expression sank, without any carelessness, he suddenly spun the ball with his left and right hands continuously, and used his strongest trick so far, that trick was against Xiu De's three-pointer—the phantom three-pointer!

All of a sudden, dozens of basketballs appeared in the deep night. Due to the cover of the night, the phantom effect was excellent this time.

Aomine Daiki stood there, motionless.

However, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

"It's really... too fake, too fake!!"

Qingfeng suddenly opened his eyes wide, those long and narrow pupils seemed to have the keenness of a beast.

With a slight movement of his right hand, he held the real basketball in his hand!

"—Under the zone, you... have nowhere to hide."

Aomine Daiki smiled, and suddenly threw his hand on the ground casually!

The basketball entered the basket with an incredible zigzag trajectory!

——This is... Daiki Aomine, the skill possessed by Hara Miracle's trump card... Irregular shooting!

"If you want me to be qualified to play the whole game, then enter the active zone, Song Yiran!"

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Vulcan: Aran Aran, let me cook for you

Song Yiran: Thank you

Vulcan: Aran Aran, let me tidy up the room for you

Song Yiran: Thank you

Vulcan: Aran Aran, I... help you wash your underwear

Song Yiran: ...