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

Kagami and the others struggled to keep the point difference within three points, and Seirin might be overturned at any time!

Song Yiran counted the time silently.

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In the last 5 minutes, he played again.

"Intangible and tangible..."

Song Yiran didn't fully understand what the white-clothed man said, but he could feel that after he stroked the top of his hair, a breath slowly rose to the top of his head, and his feet became a little lighter.

"Song Jun? Your left hand...?"

Seeing Song Yiran's firm eyes, Hei Zizhe still silently threw the ball to him.

"Isn't it, Seirin can only play injured now?"

Tsugawa Tomoki twitched the corners of his mouth, appearing quite disdainful.

Dribbling the ball with his right hand alone, Song Yiran's expression was also very flat.

——In martial arts in the world, it is true that speed is the only thing that cannot be broken.

——However, "fast" also has different properties.

——Some "fast" are full of murderousness, while some "fast" are full of agility and superficial.

In ancient China, there was a kind of lightness kung fu called Treading Xue Wuhen. Although it is suspected of being exaggerated, there are also things worth learning from.

"What is invisible...I can't understand it for the time being...but...this reminds me that the footwork for breaking through should become lighter."

Before Song Yiran blindly emphasized the power of the breakthrough, even though the speed was fast, it was still somewhat cumbersome.

——This kind of breakthrough is full of momentum, but it consumes a lot of energy. Moreover, it does not have an advantage when facing Zhengbang who is defending with ancient martial arts.

Song Yiran's footsteps were only light on the ground, but... the speed was doubled!

——It's like a flying geese tapping slightly from the water surface, startling a pool of gulls and herons!

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"How come!? This speed... Did he enter the zone again?"

Momoi Wuyue opened her eyes wide, and the girls around her also held their breath, for fear of missing the details by blinking.

Taojing Wuyue came out, her eyesight was very good, carefully observed Song Yiran's expression and the end of his eyes, and found nothing unusual.

"...It's not a zone, it's a deeper understanding of the breakthrough." Momoi Wuyue narrowed her eyes, "There was an error in the evaluation, and the value of the speed is already on par with Ada..."

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Song Yiran was on the field and easily passed all the Zhengbang defenders!

He walked gracefully, came to the basket lightly, and shot into the basket!

——Then... is the extremely fast attack that keeps replicating!

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——5 minutes, what can be done?

The game is over.

Song Yiran used these 5 minutes to open the score from even to [-] points!

——All the cheers are for this amazing 5 minutes!

"Huh..." Momoi Wuyue stood up, her chest fluctuating slightly.

——She has rarely seen such a wonderful game.

With a slight smile, she left the auditorium holding the notebook.

——Judging from this situation, Seirin will definitely become a strong enemy!

——I'm really looking forward to...the battle with Seirin!

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Song Yiran inevitably touched some left hands in the end, even though it was nothing serious, he was still taught by Aida Reiko non-stop.

After the game, a group of people ran up to Seirin's players.

"Could it be...we are also famous?" Hinata Junpei was a little surprised, and Koganei waved his hands excitedly.

then……

——These people immediately skipped them and came to Song Yiran.

"Song Shen...I like you so much...I have liked you since you participated in the knowledge competition..."

"Can I shake your hand...just touch it!"

"I rushed over from Osaka, let me come first!"

"Song Shen, which university do you want to go to...? I have already missed the opportunity to go to high school with you...I don't want to miss it again in college..."

Seirin: ...

Song Yiran: ...

There were responsible staff on the sidelines. They hadn't seen this battle in the semi-finals of the regional knockout rounds at first, so they didn't have time to stop it. Until today... it can be regarded as an eye-opener.

After clearing the field, everyone stared at Song Yiran with complicated expressions.

"cough."

Aida Reiko was the first to speak, coughing in a pretentious manner.

"Aran, I told you in advance that now is a critical period, so don't fall in love."

It was obviously a joke, but Song Yiran thought about it.

"—For the time being, I really have no plans to fall in love."

Hearing what Song Yiran said, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"I haven't figured out many things yet..." Song Yiran rubbed his forehead.

——Whether it's about the zone's brain area, or the man in white...he finds it very strange.

—Maybe it's not something wrong with his body, but...for safety's sake, he doesn't plan to associate with any girls at this time.

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After returning home, Song Yiran casually browsed the website, but was attracted by a popular video.

【Shock!The giant counterattack of the second-rate team]

Bored, he opened it to watch it, but found that it was a video of the battle between Seirin and Zhengbang.

Song Yiran: What the hell title...

He knew that when it came to the semi-finals, technical staff would basically record every game, but...is it so popular...

Pulling down the mouse, he saw that in just half an hour, there were thousands of comments.

"Ahhh, God Song can actually play basketball...so handsome...I'm going to rape him on the spot!"

"Upstairs... pay attention to the wording..."

"Come on, let's form a group to see traitors together!"

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Song Yiran: ...

Song Yiran just glanced at it, and closed the website with black lines all over his face.

The phone vibrated suddenly, and Song Yiran looked at the strange number on it.

He pressed the answer button.

"Hello... hello, may I ask who you are?"

"—I'm Akashi Seijuro, hello."

The voice on the other end of the phone was extremely magnetic, and Song Yiran's ears moved slightly, thinking of the boy with rose-colored hair on the awarding platform.

"...Hello, Akashi-kun."

After turning off the computer, Song Yiran stood up from the chair and came to the window. Through the gap in the blinds, he could see the silhouette of the treetops outside the window.

——Akashi Seijuro...why did you think of calling him?

"You... have entered the zone, right?"

Akashi Seijuro chuckled, and sat in front of the desk, constantly turning a black pen in his hand.

"Yes... That's right." Song Yiran frowned, not understanding what Akashi meant.

"Seirin is a team that pays attention to coordination. And you have excellent individual singles ability."

"I still say the same thing - Seirin, it's not for you."

"So?" Song Yiran raised his eyebrows.

"So...do you want to consider coming to Luoshan?" Akashi said unhurriedly.

"—Don't rush to refuse."

Akashi switched the microphone position and tapped his fingers on the glassware.

"Wait until you...defeat Midorima Shintaro, then answer me."

"I hope that by that time, you can give me a satisfactory answer."

Akashi Seijuro hung up the phone and turned his attention to the computer screen.

In one file, all of Song Yiran's information was densely packed.

"——What surprises do you have that I don't know about? Song Yiran."

Song Yiran heard the beeping sound from the microphone, put down the phone, and said calmly.

"...I really don't like you very much... Akashi-kun."

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Asahina Yusuke has been extremely dull for the past two months.

This is not only noticed by himself, but also by his brothers.

"Yusuke...what's the matter with you? Are you sick?" Asahina Masaki looked at him worriedly.

"Brother Yusuke?" Asahina looked up at him, the chocolate sauce on the corner of her mouth was still there, but she saw Asahina Yusuke hummed sullenly, turned and went upstairs.

"Tsk tsk..." Asahina Tsubaki looked back at Asahina Yusuke, lazily put her hand on Asahina Azusa's shoulder, "Tell me, why is Yusuke so abnormal recently?"

Asahina Subaru glanced at his figure, and drank the tea on the table in one gulp.

—Of course he knows... what his younger brother thinks.

——It’s just that he doesn’t intend to tell his brothers either.

——He likes... this kind of exclusive happiness.

Back in his room, Asahina Yusuke turned on the computer with a grim expression.

He randomly opened several interfaces, but in the end, he moved the mouse to a file.

——This is an electronic photo album.

In the first photo, the black-haired boy was at the sports meeting. He turned his head slightly and waved to the audience. His smile seemed to be melted by the scorching sun. It looked like a dream.

The second one is still him. When he crossed the finish line, his hair was blown flying by the wind, and his jumping figure was extremely eye-catching.

In the third picture, the black-haired boy was sitting on a bench with his head lowered. A girl handed him a glass of water. He raised his eyes slightly and took the water bottle with a smile.

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——It's full, it's all about him, the whole photo is full of photos of that black-haired boy.

He was a little choked up, and tears almost welled up all at once.

At first, he felt that this international student who transferred from China was not very easy to get along with. Even though he had an extremely beautiful face, the hostility in his brow made people afraid to approach him.

Until that afternoon... broke his cognition again.

On that street corner, he watched with his own eyes the black-haired boy grabbing several delinquent boys and knocking them against the corner. Those dark pupils carried a strong indifference.

——Why...such beautiful pupils...have such emotions?

Out of a kind of curiosity, he gave him a hand.

The young man's fair face was spattered with a bit of bright red blood, showing a bit of strange coquettishness.

"...Thank you." Wiping his face, Song Yiran's hands were also stained with blood.

Moving his gaze from his face to his hands, Asahina Yusuke felt his throat tighten for some reason.

He was tall and tall, with a red afro that looked extremely energetic, and he also looked like a delinquent boy.

Looking at Asahina Yusuke's upturned hair, Song Yiran suddenly stretched out his right hand and rubbed his red hair.

The hair was flattened, and when the hand was removed, it was disheveled and curled up.

A few drops of blood stained Asahina Yusuke's hair with the cock of Song Yiran's outstretched hand, but it blended with the hair color, and it was not obvious.

Asahina Yusuke: ...

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That is the beginning of the initial solidification.

After getting acquainted with him... Slowly, Asahina Yusuke found that the boy became softer, and those eyes that always looked surly were stained with amber-like clarity.

After feeling the boy's soft heart, Asahina Yusuke felt that rather than saying that the boy had dealt with all the bad boys in Kanagawa, it was better to say that this was a form of discipline in disguise.

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"Yusuke, call me later, I'll squint for a while."

In the afternoon, the boy winked at him and lay down to take a nap.

Asahina Yusuke was sitting next to him, he couldn't help but wanted to reach out and rub his head gently.

——Thinking this kind of action... seems too intimate, he finally put down his hand.

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The past flowed away quickly, Asahina Yusuke turned off the photo album, feeling depressed for a long time.

With a move of his finger, he moved to the latest website with hot sports information——

——A...new video...wait a minute, there seems to be news about Aran in it! ?

His eyes widened in surprise, and Asahina Yusuke immediately clicked on it.

The young man on the field had a bandaged finger on his left hand, and his figure skimmed to the front of the field with great dexterity.

——Aran...

He was wearing a black and white ball uniform, and he looked tall and slender. When he jumped, the arc of his black hair flew up, just like when he crossed the finish line, he was as flamboyant and bright.

Asahina Yusuke's hands kept shaking.

——Aran...after he went to another school...he joined the basketball team...

Asahina Yusuke remembered...the impatience when he asked him to watch basketball together, remembered Song Yiran's slightly raised eyes when he said "basketball is much more boring than tennis", and remembered...the last...the scene when he called him .

"Hello Yusuke, what's wrong?"

"Aran, there is no need for us to meet again in the future."

After a moment of silence, the boy's voice seemed confused.

"why?"

"There is no reason, I hope...you don't come to Yang to go out of high school."

Hanging up the phone all of a sudden, Asahina Yusuke pursed her lips, deleted all Song Yiran's information, and added his phone number to the blacklist.

——What can I say... what should I say! ?

- Said that you regard me as your best friend...and I... still want to fall in love with you in my dream! ?

Asahina Yusuke covered his eyes in pain, he didn't want...to leave a bad shadow in his heart.

Tears welled up all of a sudden, Asahina Yusuke's eyes were wet.

In a vague hallucination, he seemed to see the boy looking at him resolutely, and replied indifferently——

——"Okay, I see, then goodbye."

He covered his eyes with his hands, and the fiery red curled hair also softened a little.

——He finally knew that the young man walked forward on his own, and went to the good spring alone, never wanting to look back.

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Shintaro Midorima: Song Yiran and I have the same bandage!

Asahina Subaru: Oh

Akashi: oh

Heizi: oh

Vulcan: oh

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xxx: What’s the matter, I still have his same style of underwear.

Crowd: ? ? ? ?