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

The girl opened her lips like cherry blossom petals, and just when she was about to take a breath, she disappeared into the sea of ​​flowers again.

However, Song Yiran vaguely heard a name, it was too hazy, and the ripples in the air seemed to touch some kind of law.

The dark red flowers were blown away, and a pair of cold hands gently rested on his shoulders.

Song Yiran felt a little dazed all of a sudden, his long and beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and the red flowers gathered layer by layer, like blurred thin threads, falling on his hair and eyelids, like ambiguous red mark.

Those pale hands moved up slightly from his shoulders, tearing the filaments from his eyes.

Song Yiran opened his eyes and saw an extremely young man. Although young, his eyes had a strong sense of time, and countless dust and nebula settled at the end of his eyes.

There was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth. I don't know if it was an illusion of the angle, but at a certain moment, it looked evil.

"Hair grows."

The man looked at him carefully, and reached out to stroke his black hair.

His voice was very low, "I have been paying attention to you since you were very young...to be precise, since you were born."

"From my...? Birth?"

Song Yiran asked.

"Life is just a short distance away. For you, 12 years are but a moment for me."

The man sighed, and traced his hands at the end of his eyes, "Not yet."

"When you can surpass that realm, you will naturally be able to read my name and this place that belongs to you."

The man pushed lightly, but Song Yiran felt a great heaviness, and he fell backwards involuntarily.

The man stood there all the time, his eyes looking far away in the layers of darkness, as if he was looking at something.

"Huh?" The man stretched out his fingertips, and a blood-red flower that was about to wither seemed to shrink in pain. When he raised his hand slightly, the blood lines continued to extend, and the decadent color of the flower became more obvious.

"I didn't expect that a wandering flower would dare to covet something that doesn't belong to me."

The man's voice was a little ethereal, but there was an indescribable coldness in it.

"However... if you are his first gatekeeper, it seems not bad."

The man brushed his hands slightly between his hair, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

"However, I'm still not very happy."

With a light pinch of his fingers, the flower shattered, like powerless dust, floating in the river below, waiting for the next rooting.

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After Song Yiran was pushed away by the man, he suddenly fell into a coma. In the floating sea, he was constantly called by a voice.

"Song Jun... Song Jun!"

He opened his eyes and saw Fuji Shusuke who was a little anxious.

When the light chestnut-haired boy saw him wake up, his face suddenly returned to his indifferent look—or rather, he was suppressed and turned into indifference.Fuji Zhousuke straightened up, his ice blue eyes were shining with complicated light.

"You've been in a coma for a long time... Yukimura and Shiraishi went to the infirmary to call the teacher."

"Hmm..." The black-haired boy sat up straight, rubbing his forehead, looking a little tired.

Fuji Zhousuke moved his fingers, he wanted to help him straighten his body, and even handed him a glass of water uncontrollably, but he still restrained this urge.

Bu Er's face was still cold, but under the thin layer of ice, the raging waves were constantly churning, and a light touch could smash all the camouflage.

Song Yiran slowly woke up, feeling the alienation of Fuji Zhouzhu, and he looked at Fuji's opened ice blue eyes.

"Is it my illusion... Fuji-kun, you seem to have a big opinion on me?"

Song Yiran's intuition was very keen, so he asked immediately.

"You think too much."

Fujisuke closed his eyes, and looked harmless again, "I just don't want to disturb Senior's rest."

"Really?" The black-haired boy raised his eyebrows.

Bu Er Zhou Zhu rolled his eyes with a smile, and he asked, "Of course, after all, this is only the second day I know senior."

He bit down the word "the next day" very hard, but Song Yiran felt that although his tone was gentle, there was a bit of unkindness hidden.

"There...is there any misunderstanding between us?" Song Yiran asked.

Fuji Zhousuke gently folded his arms, he had a very soft and warm aura, after making this movement, he showed oppression that did not match his appearance.

He smiled.

"Senior's memory doesn't seem to be very good."

In the somewhat confused eyes of the black-haired boy, Fujisuke lowered his body, and the other's figure was reflected in those eyes.

He slowly approached the other party, and paused for a few seconds on purpose at a distance where his breathing would cross. After feeling the young man's indifference, he raised his head and moved away from Song Yiran.

"Okay, just kidding."

The light chestnut-haired boy shrugged his shoulders, and the smile on the corner of his mouth curled up, "That must be senior's illusion, but I... respect senior from the bottom of my heart."

Fuji Shusuke opened the distance again, he heard footsteps outside the door, Shiraishi Kuranosuke and Yukimura Seiki rushed over, and another old man with gray hair and vicissitudes also followed behind with a medicine box, looking a little embarrassed .

"Song Jun...are you alright?"

Seeing Song Yiran sober, Yukimura Seiki breathed a sigh of relief. At that time, he couldn't be woken up. Yukimura's calm mind suddenly panicked. On the surface, he calmly asked Shiraishi to go to the team doctor, keeping his relationship with Song Yiran. The colder Bu Er is afraid of any accidents.

"Let the doctor take a look."

Kuranosuke Shiraishi looked at his pale face worriedly, and the old man slowly stepped forward and opened the medicine box.

"It's okay, I'm just a little tired last night."

Song Yiran refused with a wry smile, but the old man immediately began to lecture seriously.

"Young man, take good care of your body now. I saw a man whose wrist was so injured that he couldn't move... Playing tennis is still very dangerous!"

Song Yiran: ...

Fujisuke thoughtfully from the side, "Could it mean... the match between A Tao and Oni Jujiro?"

"Oni Jujiro...is that the gatekeeper of Court No. [-]?" Song Yiran narrowed his eyes, and he couldn't forget that strong boy.

"Let's wait for the rest, one by one... Regardless of the body, I just got into the ball bag." The old man forcefully pushed Song Yiran back on the bed, who had straightened up, and began to check, his eyes were a little bit sorry The helplessness of obedient children.

Song Yiran had always respected the elderly man, so he could only lie on the pillow with his strength.

After a series of examinations, it was found that there was no serious health problem. Yukimura Seichi, Fuji Shusuke, and Shiraishi Kuranosuke all went to the training first, and asked Song Yiran for half a day off.

When there were only two people in the room, the old man looked at the black-haired boy quietly and sighed.

"Son, you're not fit for tennis...no, you're not fit for any strenuous exercise."

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After half a day off, Song Yiran took his ball bag and went downstairs.

He was still thinking about what he had discussed with the team doctor before, and he touched his chin, but he was very calm.

--Well?

Song Yiran's ear tip moved slightly, and he heard a sound that was different from the usual swinging and hitting the ball.

It sounds like the ball spins amazingly on the racket, and the speed is also extremely fast.However, the voice is a little... strangely thick?

He walked towards that corner. The tennis court in the corner was also an abandoned place. Logically speaking, there would be no players playing there.

"Oni Jujiro?"

Song Yiran suddenly saw the eye-catching explosive red hair, Oni Jujiro was facing him and serving the ball, while the other boy could only see the back and the pure black hair color.

Song Yiran narrowed his eyes slightly.

He finally knew why that voice was thicker.

— Oni Jujiro held five balls at the same time!

His arm strength was astonishing, with one swing of the racket, five balls hit the boy opposite him like thunder.

It's just...it's not over yet!

As soon as Oni Jujiro hit five balls, he took out five more balls from his pocket, and repeated it twice. It took less than a fraction of a second!

More than ten balls were quickly hit by Oni Jujiro to the opposite side.

The young man with only a firm back was holding a racket, and his figure was so fast that he hit back all the balls from different landing points!

After Oni Jujiro stopped all the balls, he saw Song Yiran outside the barbed wire.

"Why, didn't you go to Court No. [-] for training today?"

He rested his racket on his shoulder, looking playful.

"I'm not feeling well. I asked for leave, but it's the gatekeeper. It's a bit unreasonable not to guard the No. [-] court and practice secretly in the abandoned court?"

Song Yiran responded with a chuckle.

Hearing Song Yiran's voice, the young man who had his back turned to him turned around. The young man had an extremely ascetic and handsome face, and his hair color was somewhat similar to Song Yiran's, both pure black, but Song Yiran's hair was softer. The boy's hair was hanging down straight, with a hint of stubbornness.

"I haven't seen you before." The young man looked at him for a while, but he didn't see Song Yiran's astonishment in his eyes at all, he was as indifferent as a piece of ice, "Are you new?"

"I'm Song Yiran, Gao Shengsheng who just joined Court No. [-]." Song Yiran said.

"You are that Song Yiran?"

The original indifferent gaze suddenly changed, like a burning fire wrapped in ice, "That... the newcomer that the coach thinks will be comparable to Byodoin Phoenix in the future?"

He has always regarded Byodoin Phoenix as the goal to surpass. He accidentally heard the discussion between Kurobe Yukio and Saitozhi during a test, and firmly remembered the name that was mentioned many times.

"I'm Kazuya Tokugawa, on Court One."

Tokugawa Kazuya set his eyes on the ball bag behind him, "Let's play a game, rookie."

"—to see if the coach is exaggerating."