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

It was dark at night, and they came to a tennis court in the base far from the dormitory.

The lights came on all of a sudden, and several technicians were wearing white research uniforms, constantly preparing for technical inspections outside the court.

Yukio Kurobe has deep meaning in his eyes. There is a reason why he chose Keigo Atobe to test Song Yiran, because Atobe has shown amazing potential in the competition in the winning and losing group, which has far surpassed Song Yiran. Junior high school students, even if placed in the high school student group, are still at a very good level.

If... Song Yiran can defeat Keigo Atobe, then not only can Atobe's ability be further improved, but Song Yiran's sufficient data can also be obtained.

Standing by the tennis court, the handsome man gathered his white suit. He looked at the black-haired boy who had changed into tennis clothes, and nodded slightly.

The boy casually put on a pure black ball suit, revealing smooth wrists, tight and beautiful muscles, he lifted the broken hair in front of his forehead with a forehead protector, and outlined slightly raised handsome eyebrows and eyes.

Tennis is very basic. A talented player like Song Yiran who used to have solid basic skills and excellent ball feel is almost terrifying, can quickly regain his previous skills in just a few back and forth.

Atobe Keigo first fed a few balls to let Song Yiran get acquainted with it gradually.The researchers continued to collect data, and after preliminary calculations, they handed a form to Yukio Kurobe.

"Physical qualities such as explosive power are extremely good."

Glancing at the form, Kurobe Yukio narrowed his eyes. Judging from the numerical values ​​just now, Song Yiran's personal physical fitness may be comparable to that of Byodoin Phoenix.

Keigo Atobe felt the strength of the ball on his racket, and his pupils shrank.

According to the data, Song Yiran hadn't held a racket for many years. Except for the first few balls with different strengths, the strength of each subsequent ball was surprisingly consistent.

"What a terrible ability to control the ball... It seems to be the same in basketball dribbling." Keigo Atobe said secretly, and began to get serious.

"Then let's see if you can catch my master's move!"

This time, the serve added some power of rotation, and it hit Song Yiran's left area all at once.

However, the ball didn't bounce, instead it stuck to the ground and passed Song Yiran's feet.

With a "shua", the ball hit the barbed wire straightly!

"Did it really appear...Tanhuaise serves."

Yukio Kurobe nodded in satisfaction. He looked at Song Yiran, who was not flustered, and smiled slightly, "This ball is at the professional level, so it's very suitable to estimate your level..."

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The night was deep, and in the vast night, Yukimura Seiichi was lying on the bed, he closed his eyes gently, even in such a relatively casual movement, he made a bit of elegance.

"Speaking of which, Yukimura, you've been feeling a little uneasy lately."

The light chestnut-haired boy looked at him with a smile, the corners of his mouth were slightly sunken, and he looked quite unpredictable.

"You're thinking too much, Mr. Fuji."

Yukimura Seiichi opened his eyes, a sharp light flashed across his brows and eyes, and became gentle again.

He was indeed a little restless. He didn't see the black-haired boy in the high school group. Although it was expected, he still felt a little bit regretful.

——How he wished that he could see him galloping on the tennis court again.

With a slight sigh, Seiichi Yukimura closed his eyes again, and Fujisuke knew he couldn't say anything. Standing by the window, he saw a light on an unused tennis court in the distance, as if there were two people Contest.

——So late...who could it be?

Fuji Zhousuke opened his half-closed eyes slightly, and his ice-blue pupils were thoughtful.

"I heard that Atobu seems to be inviting someone to join the group camp..." Fujisuke said softly.

At this moment, Yukimura Seiichi suddenly opened his eyes.

"What did you say?"

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Song Yiran stood where he was, looking at Keigo Atobe opposite him.

He gently stroked the tear mole, looking confident and charming.

"This is my uncle's Tan Huaiser's serve." The purple-gray haired boy looked at Song Yiran with a provocative smile on his lips.

With a good sense of the ball, Song Yiran made a prediction and swung the racket at the most suitable point. However, the ball barely bounced.

The black hair on his forehead was firmly fixed, and those beautiful eyes that looked like stars at night looked at his racket.

Atobe Keigo couldn't help looking at Song Yiran, to be precise, it was his pupils.

It's really dangerous... If you are attracted by the opponent's appearance during a match, it's really bad.

Fortunately, although Keigo Atobe has the aesthetics he admires, he is an extremely calm person, especially on the court.He took his gaze away from the boy's pupils, continued to hold the racket tightly, and started a new round of serve attack.

Tannhauser's second serve was still a floating ball without bouncing off.

"Although it's a serve that didn't bounce...but the height of the bounce is too low."

Song Yiran narrowed his eyes sharply, lowered his body slightly, and swung his racket at an angle close to the ground.

"Huh?" The black-haired boy raised his eyebrows, "The height of every bounce is different?"

The ball was still passing through the seam, but a slight smile appeared on the corner of Song Yiran's mouth.

"Atobe-kun, you can't use this kind of ball too much, can you?"

The purple-gray-haired boy finally showed a different expression from his usual composure. He held his wrist, his eyebrows and eyes were indescribable, "Ah, did you really find out?"

Tannhauser's serve and the full-court three-pointer all require a specific rotation, which requires a lot of load on the wrist. Song Yiran, who has used the full-court three-pointer, naturally knows that this kind of ball cannot be used more often.

Although after this round, Atobe Keigo probably won't use such a lethal serve again, but...

Isn't it interesting to be able to crack this kind of ball?

Song Yiran was waiting for Atobu's next serve, and he slowly slowed down his breathing.

Under Atobe's pupil power, he could clearly see... a black electric spark exploded from the end of Song Yiran's eyes!

"what!?"

On the sidelines, Kurobe Yukio blurted out, "It's zone!?"

"He actually... used the zone in tennis?" Kurobe Yukio immediately directed the technicians, "Quick! I want all his information at this time!!"

"zone...?"

Keigo Atobe paused. He knew that there is an ability in basketball that is similar to the state of selflessness, which is called zone.

However, no matter how similar they are, these are two completely different abilities that can perfectly use him in different fields...

Is it true that he is a genius?

Atobe Keigo was naturally arrogant, so he naturally had the idea of ​​competing with each other, he swung his racket suddenly, and the strength of the rotation was further increased.

The sparks in the black pupil became more and more obvious, Song Yiran only saw that the speed of the ball seemed to be slowing down in his mind, and the moment it landed, the ball seemed to be fixed on the ground.

--right here! !

Song Yiran swung the racket out, and it stuck to the ground tightly.

"It's useless!" Keigo Atobe saw his actions with amazing pupil power and said, "The arc is not enough, even if you touch the ball, you can't pull it up, and you can't pass the net!"

"Really?" The black-haired boy's lips curled up slightly.

He took a step with his left foot, and his weird footwork suddenly appeared.

That...it is impressively, the flower-piercing butterfly step that was performed in the duel with Aomine Daiki before!

Combined with the secret technique of strength and dexterity, the violent cyclone generated like flapping wings constantly affects the tennis ball. It seems to be pulled up by an invisible hand until it bounces up!

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"Report...report! The value suddenly exceeded the average value of professional junior players, and reached the ability of intermediate players!"

Seeing the sudden rising peak on the detection instrument, the inspector in the white research suit looked shocked and couldn't help but lose his voice.

Hearing this, Yukio Kurobe immediately went to the inspector and stared at the screen closely.

"It is somewhat similar to the Tezuka field used by Tezuka Kunimitsu of Aigaku, both of which can affect the course of the ball...but the cyclone is stronger."

The handsome brown-haired man's complexion was covered by the night, "...I take back what I said earlier."

"For him, basketball is not useless. Through learning different sports, his ability...is stronger!"

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Atobe Keigo stood there for a long time.

At that moment, the tennis ball that Song Yiran hit back passed through his hair due to the strong spin, and even made him feel a hot burn on the side of his face.

Touching his mole of tears, Keigo Atobe murmured, "It's really not gorgeous."

Even so, he clenched his racket tightly, but his expression became a bit more fighting spirit.

At this moment, Yukio Kurobe opened the door on the sidelines.

"The game is suspended." The man knocked on the metal lock beside the door, "It's too late, go to bed early."

Of course, he didn't terminate the match for this reason, but he had some inspiration from Song Yiran's style of play, and wanted to sort out more information about Song Yiran.

Keigo Atobe took back his racket, and he also knew that it was not a good time for a showdown. Light, time, physical strength... none of them were perfect.

Atobe turned around and put his coat casually on his body, "Let's fight next time, Song Yiran."

"When the time comes, I'll show you, my lord's ice world!"

The black-haired boy stood there calmly, the black sparks disappeared all at once, and his smile spread slightly, "Definitely."

Atobe Keigo closed his eyes, but felt a strange throbbing in his heart.

"It's really not gorgeous..." The purple-gray-haired boy pursed his lips and walked out of the court.

Huadi, who was waiting in the shadows, slowly followed with a ball bag.

With a light wave of Yukio Kurobe's hand, the researchers were withdrawing the experimental equipment. He looked at the boy whose brows and eyes seemed to soften in the dark night, with deep appreciation that he didn't realize.

"Welcome to officially join the U-17 camp, classmate Song Yiran." Gently shaking Song Yiran's hand, feeling the delicate touch, Yukio Kurobe couldn't help being surprised.

Being able to strike back like this, perfectly blending strength and dexterity, his fingers are as long and white as a work of art.

"The dormitory has been divided. In order to reduce the impact on others, you can come to my apartment."

Kurobe Yukio's tone was a bit irresistible.

Some hasty footsteps sounded, Yukimura Seiichi had already changed into pajamas before going to sleep, and was wearing a U-17 sports jacket loosely, his facial features looked extraordinarily clear and gentle under the moonlight, when he saw Song Yiran, that The pair of kite-purple eyes seemed to be submerged by layers of ocean tides.

"As expected, you are here." Yukimura Seiichi smiled slightly.

However, his eyes froze slightly.

——He saw that Yukio Kurobe was holding the hand of the black-haired boy tightly, with a sense of coercion.