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

Yukimura Seiichi stopped in his tracks.

He stood on the spot and gathered his coat. The solid-colored pajamas inside made him look a bit thin, and his dark blue curly hair was gently blown.

There were flickering lights in his eyes, staring closely at Song Yiran's long and slender fingers that were clasped.

Yukio Kurobe frowned and looked at Seiichi Yukimura who suddenly appeared, and finally set his sights on the black-haired boy.

His hands are much bigger than Song Yiran's, and it looks like they are tightly wrapped around Song Yiran. They are a pair of powerful hands belonging to an adult man, showing an illusion of confinement.

In fact, Yukio Kurobe didn't have any special meaning, he was just amazed by the boy's cross-domain use of moves, and wanted to observe him up close.

But... Feeling Yukimura's strange eyes, Kurobe Yukio also had a strange illusion for no reason.

He withdrew his hand and said lightly: "Sorry, the decision is in your hands, I just made a suggestion."

Song Yiran frowned slightly. He didn't have much aversion to sleeping together. As for going to live in the independent apartment where the coach lives, it was quite special, and he didn't quite agree.

"How about, Song Jun go to the dormitory where I am, coach."

Yukimura's voice sounded extremely soft, "We still have an empty bed, not to mention..."

"Song Jun and I once met once."

His voice became softer, like a slight wind in this dark night.

Not just a one-sided relationship.

Yukimura Seichi used to watch him secretly, secretly and happily.

"Yukimura-san, the list for the dorm has already been decided, and it will be troublesome to modify it. In addition, Song-san should also join the high school group."

Kurobe Yukio said coldly, he was originally a very disciplined man with some obsessive-compulsive disorder.

What's more... In his subconscious mind, it would be more reassuring to put the black-haired boy in the room next to him.

The black-haired boy sighed slightly.

He rubbed his wrist, the muscles in his hand were a little numb due to not holding the racket for a long time, he looked at Yukimura Seichi's eyes with gentle water color, and at Kurobe Yukio's smile, Said lightly:

"Coach, thank you for your kindness. I'd better go to Yukimura-kun's dormitory and sleep together, so I won't bother you."

Kurobe Yukio frowned, since he said that the decision is in Song Yiran's hands, it's not easy to force it.

"I don't like to revise the decisions I've made, but I can make an exception for you."

Yukio Kurobe rubbed his fingers lightly, "As a price, Song Yiran, from tomorrow onwards, your training volume will be double that of the high school group."

After speaking, Kurobe Yukio turned and left.

The smile on the corner of Yukimura Seiichi's mouth deepened a little. He had a delicate face, but under that sincere smile, he looked even more moving.

He took a slight step forward, bent down and picked up the tennis ball.

"It's like a dream." Yukimura Seichi murmured.

Before Song Yiran could say anything, the dark blue-haired boy gently put his fingertips on the corner of his lips, and under the moonlight, it was dyed with a hazy beauty.

"I've been, always looking forward to...one day you will be able to stand on the same field as me."

"Thank you, thank you for making my wish come true."

As he spoke, his brows and eyes curled up, and he gently held Song Yiran's hand again. Maybe his posture was too gentle and cautious. When he touched the black-haired boy's pink fingertips with his lips, Song Yiran didn't No rejection.

In the eyes of the black-haired boy, it may symbolize a longing and admiration, but he doesn't know that some things will always change their taste.

Behind the bushes, the light chestnut-haired boy slowly opened his eyes, with a complicated look in the ice blue.

"So... Yukimura is so anxious to see him..."

"I really didn't expect to meet him here."

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The dormitory where Seiichi Yukimura lived was at 201 at the entrance of the corridor. It was dark now and the building was relatively quiet. Standing behind him was Song Yiran. Seiichi Yukimura took out a bunch of keys from his pocket and opened the door.

Inside the door, Fuji Zhousuke seemed to be about to fall asleep, and he looked over with a surprised expression.

Yukimura turned sideways slightly, and the black-haired boy walked in with a tennis bag on his back. He looked at the relatively spacious dormitory and nodded slightly.

There are three people living in the dormitory, Shiraishi Kuranosuke, Fuji Shusuke, and Yukimura Seiichi respectively. Shiraishi has not returned yet, and since the three of them are a bit of a clean freak, the fourth vacant bed is still being cleaned. very clean.

——As if it was specially prepared for him.

Fuji Zhouzhu stood up and asked, "This is...?"

The black-haired boy nodded, "Hi, I'm Song Yiran, a player in the high school team, and now I'm here for a sleepover."

"Song Yiran."

The boy with light chestnut hair murmured his name, Yukimura keenly felt that his breath seemed to be unstable for a moment, and then calmed down again.

"I'm Buer Zhouzhu, from Qingxue."

Their fingertips touched lightly, and Fuji Zhouzhu's hand trembled slightly, but Song Yiran felt that this name... seemed to have been heard somewhere.

It's just that it was too late, and he didn't have time to get to the bottom of it, so he began to wash and tidy up to get ready for sleep.

There was a regular knock on the door. After Song Yiran opened the door, he found a young man with purple gray hair, stroking his tear mole, standing by the door. He was wearing a dark purple bathrobe with intricate patterns embroidered on it. , the hair was hanging down a little wet, as if it had just been bathed.

"Ah, don't you welcome me?"

Atobe Keigo looked at the black-haired boy with a half-smile, and he clapped his hands lightly. Behind him, Huachi took out a huge silver box. After opening it, a lot of common supplies and some clothes were placed inside.

Even for ordinary things, Keigo Atobe has his own aesthetics, and everything is very delicate.

"Atobe-kun is really caring."

Looking at this, Yukimura Seiichi's iris purple pupils became darker.

He did not forget that it was Keigo Atobe who brought Song Yiran to U-17.

Fuji Zhou Zhu also looked at Song Yiran with a smile.

"These are just trifles." Keigo Atobe snorted softly, "Take a good rest, next time the winner will definitely be me!"

Atobe glanced around the dormitory, feeling that it was clean and tidy, nodded slightly.

Although it is a little worse than my uncle's dormitory, it is still ok.

"Song Yiran, what a dream."

He raised his chin slightly, with a look of concern that was characteristic of pride, and gently closed the door.

"Unless it's an opponent worthy of recognition, it's rare to see Atobe pay so much attention to someone."

Fuji Zhou Zhuang asked curiously.

"Song Jun is very strong, of course he is an opponent that Atobe-kun will want to keep an eye on."

Yukimura Seiichi accepted the words and smiled slightly.

At this moment, the brown-haired boy pushed the door open, and he seemed a little surprised that there was another person in the dormitory. His left hand was tied with a bandage, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"It seems that the dormitory is more lively."

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"Have you heard? A person from the high school team was parachuted in, and he was an international student from China."

"Empty... Airborne? Damn, we worked so hard to get here, and he just airborne in?"

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The next day, the boy with glasses and slightly curly orange hair shrugged his shoulders after hearing these rumors. He looked extremely cute, and he didn't look like a powerful high school student.

"Sounds interesting, ghost."

Oni Jujiro, who looked quite vicissitudes, looked up at the noisy crowd, and said harshly, "Quiet!"

As the gatekeeper of the No. [-] court, he has a very terrifying strength. Although he was defeated by Byodoin Phoenix, he is still a relatively unpredictable strong player in the high school group.

Oni Jujiro's prestige was very high, and everyone immediately became quiet.

"Irie, do you have any information about that guy?"

Oni Jujiro asked the cute boy beside him.

The boy opened his round eyes, "I don't know, how could I know."

His brows and eyes were slightly curved, looking extremely harmless.

"Tsk." Oni Jujiro shook his head.

He has always felt that Irijiang Zuo is deeply hidden, and perhaps his real strength is no less than his own.

It's just that the stadium, which had already calmed down, became commotion again.

"It seems that a new game has started?"

Irie Tsuodo tilted his head and walked towards the stadium not far away.

"It's Atobe...the match between Ice Emperor's minister Keigo Atobe and that Chinese student!"

"What...? That Keigo Atobe who is far beyond the strength of a junior high school student!? It seems that the Chinese student is going to be unlucky."

"Yeah, after all, Keigo Atobe's strength is there!"

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Irie Kanata and Oni Jujiro looked towards the direction of the court, and an unfamiliar boy walked in wearing a U-17 jacket. He put one hand in his trouser pocket, and the ordinary red and black sportswear was hard on him. Wearing a bit of indescribable temperament.

He casually scratched the black hair on his forehead, his eyes were like shining black crystals in the sun, and his face was more beautiful than spring.

There was also a moment of stagnation on the sidelines.

Everyone took a deep breath and looked at the extremely handsome boy.

"It's...it's him, Senior Song?"

Kirihara Chi also rubbed his eyes in disbelief, "But... isn't he the ace of Seirin's basketball school team?"

"Chiya, what are you talking about?"

Marui Fumta's eyes widened in disbelief.

"It's nothing, you heard it wrong!" Kirihara Chiya quickly explained.

Seiichi Yukimura folded his arms, his face was expressionless, he was still smiling lightly, but Genichiro Sanada could feel... his mood was very happy.

Liu Lian Er at the side turned over the notebook, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

——As expected, you are here, Song Yiran.

"It's so pretty, ghost."

Irie Soto's seemingly harmless and gentle eyes were also stained with a different color, "It turns out that he was the newcomer who was airborne."

"I can't feel the breath on his body." Oni Jujiro narrowed his eyes, "It's a bit... worth noting."

On the field, Keigo Atobe turned the racket in his hand and looked at the boy opposite.

"Let's indulge in my grandpa's magnificent beauty, Song Yiran!"