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

——Is this provocation?

Oni Jujiro narrowed his eyes. Since he became the gatekeeper of Court No. [-], he has knocked down countless players who wanted to challenge.

"Are you sure you want to fight me now?"

Oni Jujiro smiled playfully, "If you lose, you will not only lose the qualification to enter Court No. [-], but you may also leave the field as a player in the losing group."

"So what."

Song Yiran chuckled, "If you are afraid of failure and choose to give up, then you will only stand still."

His eyes seemed to reflect the extremely dazzling stars, "Besides, I won't lose."

Time seemed to stand still.

"Wait a minute, private duels are against the rules."

The curly-haired boy with glasses suddenly smiled. His words sounded casual and harmless, but they fundamentally resolved the tense atmosphere between Song Yiran and Oni Jujiro.

Oni Jujiro turned around and left. He pursed his lips after hearing the coach's official announcement that Song Yiran would enter Court No. [-].

"Hey...he really got promoted to Court No. [-]..."

"However, he can perfectly suppress Atobe, and he is indeed qualified to be promoted to the fifth court..."

"I don't know, which one is better, the hell gatekeeper or the foreign students?"

"It should be senior ghost, after all, senior ghost defeated Byodoin Phoenix all those years ago!"

"That was at the beginning, besides, do you think Song Yiran tried his best?"

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"It seems, ghost, they are starting to doubt your strength." Irie Kanata looked at Oni Jujiro with a smile, but he was judging Song Yiran's strength in his heart.

"Heh." Oni Jujiro didn't care about other rumors, "I don't care, there are too many people talking harshly in front of me, but you... when are you going to be serious?"

"Oh, it's easy to talk about."

Irie Kanata smiled slightly, looking innocent like a young man who doesn't know the world.

— But... he also had a premonition.

If he could really fight with that black-haired boy, maybe... he couldn't help but use his full strength.

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Twirling his fingers on the table, Yukio Kurobe couldn't help but fell into deep thought as he watched the black-haired boy practice his swing on the No. [-] court on the monitor screen.

"The potential is limitless..." Kurobe Yukio murmured, "It seems that the training method needs to be changed."

"I said, Kurobe, this is not your style."

Saitozhi sat down beside him, "It's easy to change the entire training plan because of one person, and you are totally catering to him."

"He deserves it."

Kurobe Yukio replied in the affirmative.

The current Song Yiran has not touched the threshold of different-dimensional ball skills. At a normal level, he may be on par with Byodoin Phoenix. However, when Byodoin Phoenix opens the Shura Shinto, he will definitely fall into a passive state.

"Let's strengthen the mental training for now." Kurobe Yukio thought for a moment.

"—In a few days, reopen the training ground in the back mountain."

"So early?" Saitozhi raised his eyebrows, "You really value him, Kurobe."

The entire Back Mountain not only has cliffs, but also some ferocious beasts and raptors. What the defeated group encountered before is only a part of it. After reopening all of them, the level of danger will rise linearly.

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Yukio Kurobe kept his word. On the first day of training, Song Yiran's racket swing and running practice were twice as high as that of the high school group.

However, Oni Jujiro and Irie Kanata keenly sensed that his breathing was relatively steady.

In the past, Song Yiran's physical strength was a little worse than other values, but after opening the zone's physical strength over and over again, Song Yiran had already made a great leap in physical strength.

Although he is still not as good as some top players, such as Byodoin Phoenix, etc., at least his physical strength is no longer a shortcoming.

After a day of training, he also returned to the dormitory a little tired. Court No. [-] was released slightly earlier than Court No. [-]. Baishi was on Court No. [-], so naturally he went back with him.

"Song Jun, your style is somewhat similar to mine."

Kuranosuke Shiraishi gave the impression of being an extremely gentle gentleman, he thoughtfully opened the door for Song Yiran.

"You mean...a relatively clean style of play?"

Song Yiran shifted his gaze to Kuranosuke Shiraishi's left hand. Shiraishi's hand was tied with a bandage, which made him think of another boy with eyes.

Shintaro Midorima also had bandages on his hands, in order to protect his hands calmly, so that he could shoot the most perfect three-pointer.

Kuranosuke Shiraishi smiled, and gently touched his right hand to his left, "Actually, there is something hidden under my bandage."

The Tennis Club of Shitenbaoji already had an out-of-the-ordinary atmosphere, and Kuranosuke Shiraishi was also a little joking, but his smile froze slightly at this moment.

The black-haired boy suddenly grabbed his wrist. Song Yiran's fingertips were smooth and delicate, rubbing against his left hand continuously, and even holding it up with his right hand.

Song Yiran lowered his head and looked carefully. From Shiraishi Kuranosuke's perspective, he could see his overly slender eyelashes. Unlike many people's slightly curled eyelashes, his eyelashes were very straight and drooping. At that time, the dense one almost covered the line of sight.

For some reason, Kuranosuke Shiraishi looked straight at his lowered eyes, his mind went blank, and he forgot to withdraw his hand.

Until Song Yiran put down his hand, looked at Kuranosuke Shiraishi who seemed to be in a daze, and waved his hand, "Mr. Shiraishi?"

The brown-haired boy came back to his senses slightly, saw his beautiful eyes again, and couldn't help but wander: "Why did you suddenly...?"

"Mr. Baishi, don't get me wrong, I just want to see your left hand."

The black-haired boy rubbed his chin with a playful expression, "Under your bandage, there is a wristband hidden."

Song Yiran was sitting on the seat. He looked at Baishi with a little curiosity in his eyes, "Is this your specific training method? It's amazing to keep wearing weights and continuously improve your arm strength and endurance."

Kuranosuke Shiraishi smiled wryly, his eyes slightly curved.

"No way, this is the responsibility of the minister."

He said almost to himself, "Whether it's weight-bearing or textbook tennis style... it's all about team victory."

"Song Jun, don't you...don't feel bored sometimes? I mean this style."

Kuranosuke Shiraishi knew about Song Yiran's talent and his excellent tennis record, so he suddenly wanted to know more about the black-haired boy.

He didn't deliberately pursue this style from the beginning-he found it boring, this kind of restraint under the framework.He would never have adopted it as his style of play if it hadn't been for the responsibility of ministering to ensure victory.

The black-haired boy listened quietly, and smiled with his eyes bent. When he laughed, his eyebrows and eyes would form a smile line, which looked extremely moving.

"I choose this style of play - just because it can win every game cleanly without wasting energy at all. Sometimes, you don't need to pursue individuality, because all the tricky moves will return to the basics in the end, and start over again. Keep it simple."

"Don't you think... simplicity is actually a kind of beauty?"

Shiraishi Kuranosuke looked into his eyes, and suddenly felt that he was quite mediocre.

"You're right." Kuranosuke Shiraishi paused.

"—Also, I think the way you smile is also a kind of beauty."

A clear cough sounded, and by the door, Fujisuke opened his icy blue eyes and looked at them, Yukimura Seichi took off the coat he had put on his shoulders, and his smile deepened a bit.

Kuranosuke Shiraishi felt a bit of malice surrounding him.

"Well... shall we... want to discuss the special watering method for plants?"

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After a short wash, Song Yiran lay on the bed in the dark purple pajamas that Keigo Atobe bought for him.The light had jumped out, and Seiichi Yukimura was on the bed opposite him, watching him quietly.

It's like a dream... Sleeping on the opposite side of him, I can watch him fall asleep every day, see him just waking up and still look a little dazed and lazy, watch him...

Yukimura Seichi smiled, and he shifted his gaze to Song Yiran's pajamas.

Although I was very dissatisfied with Keigo Atobe's single-handed arrangement, this color matched him unexpectedly, and it made his fair complexion even more beautiful, with a kind of nobility that didn't look kitsch.

——It makes people feel...the urge to step forward and tear it apart.

Yukimura Seiichi closed his eyes, suppressed those dark emotions, and said softly, "Good night, Song Jun."

The voices of the other two people also sounded at the same time, colliding with each other in the dark night, quite a bit of tit for tat taste.

"Good night."

Song Yiran turned over and fell asleep.

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Song Yiran dreamed of that river basin again.

Since he mastered the active zone, he has rarely entered his own sea of ​​consciousness.

In the darkness, his feet were wet, and he kept walking forward while dripping water. There was obviously no light source, but Song Yiran had an intuition that he should go there.

Suddenly, large swaths of dark red flowers appeared in sight, and a gust of damp and cool wind kept blowing his hair away.

"here it is……"

Song Yiran gently stretched out his hand, and the filigree landed on his fingertips, but slowly turned into the girl's white fingertips.

She smiled at him slightly, looking glamorous and charming, with infinite tenderness in her eyes.

Even though the forbidden spell was still bound to the girl, she still insisted on holding Song Yiran.

Her voice is lingering and soft, with an upturned ending, which makes people dream about it.

"I've been waiting for someone who can accompany me to see the sea of ​​flowers."

"I don't want to." The black-haired boy raised his eyebrows and said lightly.

"But, I was moved by you."

The girl raised her sleeves to cover her smiling lips, "Your will can be my best nourishment."

"—I would like to give my real name."