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

Song Yiran hung up the phone with a complicated expression on his face.

He always thought that the previous experience had been sealed away, but recently he was constantly being pushed up from the bottom of the sea, and it seemed that it was impossible for him to escape.

What's more... In fact, the first thing he likes is tennis.

He tapped the invitation letter with his slender fingers, and there was an incomprehensible white mist in his eyes.

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The next day, after arriving at Cheng Lin, Song Yiran first went to Cheng Lin's gymnasium.

He came a bit late, and other Seirin players put on their sportswear for training. They saw that Song Yiran, who was usually not late, was still wearing Cheng Rin's Zhongshan uniform jacket. His tall and straight figure was like a green pine tree, standing When he was there, his eyebrows and eyes were picturesque.

However, Aida Reiko, who was always smiling, became serious, and was discussing something with the black-haired boy, while Kagami and Kuroko were also persuading her.

After a while, the chestnut-haired girl sighed, her face was finally moved. She silently watched Song Yiran's leaving back with a bitter expression.

She suddenly remembered the look of her father Jinghu Aida after he visited the school team game. At that time, he had a cigarette butt in his mouth that had not been extinguished, and the light of the extinguished fire made his cheeks more vicissitudes.

"Lizi, your team has produced a remarkable seed..." The man sighed, "You even attracted that old guy Akutagawa."

Akutagawa Akira used to be the head coach of the then Japanese national basketball player Keita Soda. He was very aware of that stinky old man’s temper. When he met a student with extraordinary talents, he would be stuck in place as if unable to move, wishing to stick to the opponent’s body .

"Of course, that's my team."

Aida Reiko was very satisfied with her father's praise, her brows were raised high, and she looked quite proud.

"But..." Keita Aida sighed, "Reiko, the current Seirin is not suitable for him."

"You also found out, if you want Seirin and Song Yiran to go further, the best choice is to temporarily separate from each other." Aida Jinghu said.

Aida Reiko was silent for a long time without speaking, and her father's figure slowly dissipated. At this time, she looked at Song Yiran's leaving figure in uniform, and suddenly felt a little lost.

——And she didn't know that after leaving this time to say goodbye, when they met again, half of the Winter Cup had passed.

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Vulcan Master, Song Yiran and I walked towards the office of the school board, and he asked Song Yiran, "So... Ah Ran, you have already decided to go to U-17 to sleep together, right?"

The black-haired boy looked at the new school, through the branches, the summer sun sprinkled sparse silhouettes on the snow-white wall tiles. It has only been a few months since he transferred to Seirin, but, His feelings for this school have changed from the initial meaninglessness to a bit of reluctance and nostalgia.

Song Yiran stood on the steps, turned his head to look at the surrounding scenery, the corners of the beautiful eyes changed from the alienated light color to a gentle halo, and the Vulcan looked at Song Yiran from the side, looking at it, feeling like his heart was going to swell melted.

——How could he...be so good-looking.

"Big me... Big me?"

The black-haired boy's voice woke him up, Vulcan looked up and found him calling himself with a chuckle.

"Big me, I've already arrived at the gate of the school board director, if you step forward...you will run into it."

Vulcan couldn't help but blushed slightly, grinning silly, and took a step back.

Song Yiran opened the door, and inside was a somewhat bald middle-aged man. He made a cup of tea at the table, and the lingering aroma continued to linger.

"I know what you want to say, student Song."

The unattractive middle-aged man smiled at him, and reached out to accept Song Yiran's invitation letter.

"Tennis U-17 sleepover concentration camp, it's really amazing." The middle-aged man carefully read the content, sighed for a while, and took out an exemption form.

"Student Song, your grades are very good. After half a year of closed training, as long as you pass the corresponding supplementary test, you can return to Chenglin to go to school."

Thinking of Seirin's excellent basketball school team results this year, he paused, and his tone was more gentle, "Of course, our basketball school team will always welcome you."

After obtaining the certificate, Song Yiran decided to take a good inventory of the necessary items he was carrying. Vulcan went back to class despite Song Yiran's insistence. Song Yiran walked to the school gate alone and showed the certificate to the security guard.

When he just walked out of the school gate, a Lincoln extended car stopped in front of him, the smooth metal lines shining brightly in the sun.

Song Yiran frowned slightly, and a tall and strong young man with dark brown skin got out of the car and opened the door respectfully.

The gray-purple-haired boy slowly stepped out from inside, his steps had a certain aura, his whole person looked extremely confident, as dazzling as a star.

He raised his eyes to look at Song Yiran, his sea-blue eyes overflowed with inquiry and curiosity, he narrowed his eyes slightly, reached out and touched his tear mole, "Hello, I'm Keigo Atobe."

"Hello."

The black-haired boy nodded slightly, his eyes were the pure black that Keigo Atobe admired more, so deep that he seemed to be able to suck people in.

He moved his eyes from those eyes to his thin lips, which were beautifully shaped, and then noticed his gorgeous but extremely aggressive facial features. An imperceptible admiration flashed in Atobe Keigo's eyes, and he invited him to enter again. inside the car.

"My uncle was entrusted by Coach Kurobe to invite you to the U-17's dormitory." Atobe Keigo snapped his fingers, "You don't need to take other things, U-17 is all set up."

"That coach, are you so sure... I will choose to join the U-17?" Sitting in the car, Song Yiran raised his eyebrows. He was a little curious. Before that, he had not expressed a clear intention. Logically speaking, it seems that he would choose to play basketball more likely.

Atobe raised his jaw slightly, looked at the black-haired boy leaning against the window, and suddenly remembered Yukio Kurobe's words.

"If it were him, he would definitely choose tennis."

"Let's not talk about hobbies first, it's just because of the victory when he was at the top when he was young." Yukio Kurobe said with a chuckle, "His talent and character are destined to be unwilling to sink."

"I'm really... looking forward to his joining more and more, Song Yiran."

Atobe Jingwu withdrew his gaze, thinking of Song Yiran's resume before, his eyes darkened slightly.

"—Because you are worth looking forward to."

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The surrounding scenery was reversed due to the slow speed of the car, towards the U-17 Tokyo Co-Suite location.The base is a bit remote, Song Yiran watched the sky gradually darken, and the ancient trees beside the road were uneven, making him a little depressing and dull.

The car stopped slowly, Huadi beside Keigo Atobe opened the door with standard etiquette and walked out, bending slightly to signal.

Atobe Keigo walked out, and when Song Yiran was about to follow, he walked to the other side of the car door where Song Yiran was sitting, and opened the door.

On the other side of the gate of the base, a man with dark brown curly hair adjusted his white suit and greeted him with a smile.

"Student Song, you really did not live up to my expectations."

His eyes fell on Song Yiran's face, seeing him wearing Chengrin's school uniform, his smile deepened.

"Welcome to the U-17 dormitory."

Kurobe Yukio said, he looked at Song Yiran and clapped his hands lightly.

"However, before officially joining, please allow me to do a small test—"

As soon as the words fell, Atobe Jingwu stood in front of Song Yiran with a confident smile on his lips, his eyes sharpened a bit.

"My uncle's purpose is not just to pick you up, let's have a fight, Song Yiran."

"I don't know. You haven't played tennis for a long time. If you don't advance, you will retreat?"