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

Akutagawa turned his head and saw a relatively unfamiliar face. The young man was handsome and looked a little indifferent.

Akutagawa's voice was gentle: "Shouldn't it be basketball? No one can refute this kid's talent in basketball."

They stared at each other for a moment, sensing each other's reluctance.

Ming Akutagawa shrugged his shoulders and stood in front of Song Yiran leaning on a cane. Although he was old and had a gentle temperament, he always felt oppressed in the position of general director for many years.

"Son, would you like to join the Japanese youth basketball team?" Akutagawa smiled kindly.

"Sorry, coach, I'm Chinese."

Song Yiran frowned imperceptibly, and replied softly.

"Chinese?" Akutagawa was taken aback for a moment, but he reacted quickly after being in the top position for a long time, and immediately smiled, "Sports have no borders, I just came to invite you to participate in the youth training and get better training, little guy, here The local competition will bind you."

Generally speaking, the golden age for athletes who want to improve their performance is about [-], and it is too late to go up if they are too young.Akutagawa really cherishes his talents. Seeing such outstanding young people in Asia, he is really proud. He doesn't want Song Yiran to delay the opportunity to improve his ability.

Even if the future is to cultivate seedlings for the Chinese team, he is willing to do so.

Before Song Yiran could say anything more, the man behind him also took a step forward, his voice sounded a bit cold at first.

"Excuse me, may I ask, student Song, have you ever used Song Qingran's pseudonym?"

Hearing this sentence, Song Yiran, who was a little cold at first, widened his eyes slightly, "What?"

Song Yiran's reaction was a little obvious, and everyone in Chenglin noticed that something was wrong, but since the two coaches were saying something important to Song Yiran, they couldn't open their mouths, so they could only accompany him in silence.

Akutagawa's observation ability is very strong, and he realized that the man who suddenly appeared has very important information, and finally his eyes fell on the man in the white suit.

He stretched out his old hand, and the wrinkles at the end of his eyes subsided with a smile, "I am Akira Akutagawa, the current head coach of Japanese youth basketball."

The man touched Akutagawa Akira's fingertips and then pulled away. He nodded slightly and said, "I'm Yukio Kurobe, the head coach of the tennis u-17 team."

"It is you."

Akutagawa smiled slightly. He had naturally heard that the more elegant man in front of him was a utilitarian who attached great importance to grades, and even the training methods were harsh and unreasonable.

He finally repeated the previous question: "Why do you say this kid shouldn't play basketball?"

"I'm not saying he shouldn't play basketball." Yukio Kurobe's voice was very magnetic, and he said slowly, "I just think playing basketball has buried his talent."

"Playing basketball buried... talent?"

Akutagawa narrowed his eyes slightly, and couldn't help raising his voice, "What do you mean?"

"Calm down first."

Kurobe Yukio said indifferently, he shifted his attention to Song Yiran, "Student Song, you used to have very impressive results in tennis, why don't you consider returning to the tennis world?"

Before Song Yiran could say anything, the old gentleman couldn't stand anymore. He looked at Yukio Kurobe with disbelief, and asked, "What did you say? Tennis?"

Basketball and tennis have nothing in common. If you have to say it, they have an extremely mysterious ball feel.

Akira Akutagawa still felt different and believable. He murmured, "My child, you are very talented in basketball. After you have been tempered, you will definitely be able to reach the top of the world-class stage in the future. Don't learn any other ball games. You have to know how difficult it is." It’s not good, it’s a waste of time.”

"It's a waste of time for him to really go to basketball youth training."

Yukio Kurobe frowned, "Mr. Song won the tennis world youth championship at the age of 13, and he has already stood on the world stage and successfully reached the top. According to my investigation, he only learned basketball for less than two months. The time is extremely uneconomical in terms of profit and cost.”

"Profit and cost?" Akutagawa Akira asked, "Do you regard sports as money gain?"

"Not really."

Kurobe Yukio said bluntly, "Tennis needs him, and u-17 also needs him."

They stared at each other for a long time, finally Ming Akutagawa looked at Song Yiran, his eyes seemed to be soft like twilight, "My child, I really appreciate you, no matter what you think, the youth training team will always open the door for you .”

Akutagawa said, stretched out his arms to hug Song Yiran, gave him his business card, and left slowly.

He felt very sorry, and estimated that this good seedling would not come.

Everyone in Seirin: What kind of illusion is this strange Shura field...

Kurobe Yukio looked at Song Yiran, knowing that he might not get the answer he wanted today, so he also gave him his business card, and said, "I will visit another day." Then he left slowly.

The black-haired boy took the two business cards, lowered his head slightly, and no one else could see through his thoughts.

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After winning this final, Seirin played harder, but he still defeated Tonghuang who had Aomine Daiki. It has to be said that Seirin is worthy of the name of Seirin's dark horse.

However, Hei Zizhe has been thinking about Aomine Daiki's words.

——"I just... lost to him."

Heizi knew very well that when Song Yiran was with Cheng Rin, Cheng Rin's overall strength had been greatly improved, but the players' own abilities hadn't improved much. What was more important was that they had rationally used their own advantages after strengthening their cooperation.

If Song Yiran is gone, the most important part of this ring will be vacant. At that time, Seirin will not even be able to display his most basic strength because he cannot get used to it.

"Song Jun, are we relying on you too much?"

Hei Zizhe also sighed, with a hidden worry on his brows.

If he really won the team with all the Miracle players in this way, but... would this really be recognized by them?

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After winning Tonghuang, Cheng Lin's directors immediately decided to give the players a day off. Song Yiran felt rather tired. When he woke up, he found that he had slept until noon the next day.

Rubbing his eyes, Song Yiran heard something from below, he got up and walked down the stairs.

Asahina Subaru was wearing casual clothes, his black hair was softly pasted on his forehead, he seemed to be preparing breakfast, it was the most common kind of fried egg, the fragrance slowly overflowed, it seemed very good.

Hearing the movement, he glanced up with a warm smile, "Aran, are you awake?"

While speaking, he reached out to weigh the pot and turned the egg over.

"Senior Subaru." Song Yiran leaned on the railing at the entrance of the stairs with a surprised expression, "You know how to cook?"

"A little bit." Asahina Subaru smiled.

However, Song Yiran thought about it, Asahina Subaru is at least a college student, if it's the most basic fried egg, it's not surprising that he can make it.

Song Yiran can be said to be able to decathlon, but he is not good at cooking.

He went downstairs, and because he had just woken up, there was a look of laziness in his brows and eyes, and he looked surprisingly attractive, Asahina Subaru couldn't help but stare at him for a while.

"Senior... the egg is going to be mushy."

Song Yiran couldn't help but hold his forehead, watching Asahina Subaru fiddling around again, he felt amused.

"That...Aran?"

An abrupt voice came in, and Song Yiran's expression froze.

Yusuke Asahina, who looked sluggish, slowly moved over from the side of the living room.

Asahina Subaru's voice was not so clear under the exhaust fan: "Because Aran also said that he had a little conflict with Yusuke, so... Yusuke also asked me to come here."

In fact, Asahina Subaru certainly didn't want them to reconcile, but...seeing Yusuke's listless appearance all day, he couldn't sit idly by.

With mixed feelings, he agreed to Yusuke's request to follow.

"Aran... I was wrong."

Asahina Yusuke slowly moved to Song Yiran's side, his eyes gleamed with grievance, he looked like a wilted red golden retriever.

"Asahina Yusuke?"

Song Yiran felt that his temper was good enough, he resisted the desire to throw the other party out, and said, "I'll give you a minute to explain the cause and effect clearly, don't be so blah."

"..." The golden retriever dog didn't make a sound, but just looked at him with wet eyes.

Song Yiran: ...Damn mentally retarded.

Asahina Subaru: ...What should I do if I suddenly want to throw my brother out?

Song Yiran finally took a deep breath, and grabbed Asahina Yusuke by the collar to lift him up. Asahina Yusuke obediently let him carry him without struggling at all. When Song Yiran opened the door, he found several familiar faces.

The rose-haired boy in the lead frowned slightly, looked at Song Yiran and Asahina Yusuke who was being carried by him, and after a while, said lightly, "Hello, I am Akashi Seijuro, Song Yiran, we finally officially meet gone."

Aomine Daiki behind Akashi Seijuro snorted coldly, Midorima Shintaro pushed his glasses and looked around, Kise Ryota was excited to rush over to say hello, but was grabbed by the collar by a purple-haired boy whom Song Yiran didn't know, and Kuroko Zhe also showed a shallow smile to Song Yiran from behind.

At this moment, Asahina Subaru came out wearing an apron, and the fried eggs in the pan were still sizzling.

"Aran, is there any guest here?"

The expressions of the people around changed when they saw someone they didn't know.

——It was... an exciting scene...

The author has something to say: Song Yiran: ... I must have not woken up :)