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

Asahina Subaru stood up abruptly, ignoring his senior's reserve, he rushed over a few steps, trying to tear away Atsushi Ziyuan who was still holding Song Yiran and refused to let go.

Atsushi Murasakihara was very strong, and Subaru Asahina couldn't move him, but was taken aback by the extremely intimidating eyes he looked up.

Gently put Song Yiran on the ground, Zi Yuandun's tone was low, his dark purple bangs drooped slightly, "If you touch me again, I'll crush you."

It was obviously a lazy voice, but it contained a straightforward murderous look.

"I don't like others touching me casually like this, Murasakihara-kun."

Song Yiran wiped his right cheek and said seriously.

Even for people with a relatively good relationship, Song Yiran can only tolerate some physical touch. Atsushi Ziyuan, who has only met once, suddenly rubs his face, which makes him a little unbearable.

"But, I like Ranzai very much."

Atsushi Ziyuan said loudly, feeling aggrieved by Song Yiran's rejection.

Everyone: ...Dun/Ziyuan-kun/Smelly brat/Xiao Ziyuan dare to say this! ?

Knowing that Atsushi Murasakihara didn't know anything about that aspect, Akashi Seijuro was a little annoyed, as if something he valued was coveted by his companions.

"Tun, come back and sit down." Akashi said lightly.

Atsushi Ziyuan pursed his lips, Chizai is a strong man, he must obey his orders, but he is still a little unwilling to go back like this.

He muttered something in his mouth and said: "I really like Ranzai, I like Ranzai's soft face, I like Ranzai's comfortable body temperature when hugged, I like Ranzai... well, if I can eat Ranzai , which melts as easily as chocolate."

His words became more and more strange, and the faces of the others became darker and darker.

After hearing this, Song Yiran held his forehead. He could feel that Zi Yuandun's breath was very clean, and there should be no other malicious intentions. He just regarded himself... as a big pillow?I think it's fun to ravage, just like a child seeing his favorite toy.

He felt that the current topic was getting more and more crooked, and he was still trying to get the topic right. At this moment, the door that had been hidden was suddenly opened again.

The tall and strong boy with dark red hair closed his eyes tightly, as if he didn't dare to face Song Yiran, his face was a little red, and he suddenly said loudly, "Aran, I have thought about it carefully, do you want to move to my apartment? Come rent with me!"

Then, he slowly opened his eyes, but was suddenly taken aback by those familiar faces.

"...Why are you here?"

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So...how did this happen?

Hei Zizhe also looked at his partner quietly. He looked a little embarrassed, but he still sat on the other side of Song Yiran carelessly, staring at the generations of miracles with a fighting spirit. What's coming out of your mouth is more than all of y'all such basketball dumb proclamations.

However, the partner chose to sit quietly beside Song Yiran this time, even though he heard the Miracle Generations say that they would not play next, they just frowned.

"Aran...Actually, I hope you can go to U-17." After listening to the cause and effect, I thought about it for a while, then said softly.

"Why?" Song Yiran asked.

"Because...Aran is so good at playing basketball." Vulcan Dawo said seriously, his brows and eyes were slightly flattened, looking very gentle and serious, "I hope Aran can stop for a while—until I can catch up with you To be a teammate who truly deserves you.”

"There's no question about teammates being worthy or not worthy." Song Yiran replied.

"I know, but I just want to stand by Aran's side."

Vulcan grinned, showing his canine teeth, looking very cute.

"Want to stand beside him, what are you talking about?"

Midorima Shintaro felt a little uncomfortable when he heard this kind of suspected confession, and immediately pushed his glasses and asked.

"Although it's interesting to see the fighting spirit of the little Vulcan." Huang Lai Ryota leaned his front body on the back of the computer chair with his backhand, moving a little distance every time, wanting to sneak closer to Song Yiran, " I really can't bear to hurt you."

Aomine Daiki looked at the man with a similar physique in front of him, and felt a sense of crisis for no reason. He just felt that the man was far away from the threshold of touching the zone, so he sneered and ignored him.

"Well, stand with Ranzai?"

Atsushi Ziyuan chewed the purple sweet potato in his hand, his face wrinkled, "But, I promised that Shizai would play basketball well in Yangquan... It would be great if Ranzai could come to Yangquan."

Akashi looked at the noisy members, but his strange eyes became deeper in an instant, as if special runes were circulating.He seems to have seen the scene of Vulcan playing side by side with Song Yiran after I opened the zone in the future, and off the field, Vulcan tied an apron to help Song Yiran prepare food, living together in a spacious two-person apartment.

——Suddenly feel very uncomfortable.

Akashi's pupils had some dangerous emotions, but he restrained himself.

Hei Zizhe, who has always had a low sense of presence, also looked at the bright light in Vulcan's eyebrows and eyes, and felt a little gloomy in his heart. This kind of light is too dazzling. Maybe light and light can be attracted to each other, but... I can always stand beside Song Jun as a shadow , Watching him climb to the top is also my wish.

Asahina Subaru didn't say much, just clenched his fists.

He is a few years older than Aran, and he will never be able to stand side by side with him on the field. However, seeing him so dazzling, he seems to be satisfied.

Asahina Yusuke looked at Vulcan Taiga with a sour face. He was slightly similar to him in appearance, but... he might never be able to get Song Yiran's forgiveness.

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That day's short vacation passed without doing anything, and Song Yiran didn't reply to them in the end.

He knows that his basketball level has grown too fast, which is not conducive to the growth of his teammates-excessive dependence will only make them weak.

"U-17 invitation letter..."

Song Yiran was fiddling with the envelope on the table, flicking his fingers unconsciously, and the bell in his hand rang slowly.

"Hello?" Song Yiran waited for a while, and the breathing on the other end of the phone was particularly long, so elegant that it made people feel at ease.

"Hello." There was a pause on the other end of the phone, "Maybe it's presumptuous to call you suddenly, but I really want to tell you that you are really, really good at playing tennis."

"—you were born to belong to that green field."

"Are you...?" Song Yiran asked softly when he heard an unfamiliar voice.

The voice on the other end of the phone smiled softly.

"I'm just...one of your most ordinary admirers, that's all."