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

——Tokugawa Kazuya, is it on the No. [-] court...

U-17's stadium number is divided according to strength, that is to say, Tokugawa Kazuya's strength is almost the top group of high school students.

However, in the fight between Oni Jujiro and Tokugawa Kazuya just now, Song Yiran discovered that Oni's strength should also be reserved.

In other words, since he is the goalkeeper of Court No. [-], Oni Jujiro should indeed have a strength far beyond this court.

Song Yiran raised his eyebrows, turned around, and slowly left with his tennis bag on his back.

left?

Oni Jujiro crossed his arms, he felt that Song Yiran was not the kind of person who would retreat without a fight.

"Are you backing down just like that?"

Tokugawa Kazuya's eyes were full of disappointment. He originally thought that someone who could be compared with Byodoin Phoenix would be a little arrogant, but he didn't expect...he left just like that.

"Retreat..."

The black-haired boy smiled lowly. He was still walking back, but suddenly he took the racket out of the bag with his right hand, straddled the backpack with his left shoulder, and sent a ball back very smoothly with one hand!

The racket reversed its position in the right hand, and then fell back into the bag.

The speed of the ball was extremely fast, and Tokugawa Kazuya only relied on the sense of playing for many years, and his body moved before his consciousness could respond!

It's just that when the racket was about to touch the ball, it swung to nothing.

Countless balls danced in his field of vision, until the whistling sound of that ball sounded behind him, and he realized that those were all phantoms.

"Phantom... how is it possible!?"

Tokugawa Kazuya's eyesight is also extremely first-rate, and it is actually very difficult to deceive his eyes.

He looked up at the black-haired boy who had stopped in his tracks. Song Yiran was standing not far away, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"Hold back... how is that possible."

"—I just want to test your reflexes."

Tokugawa Kazuya put down his racket and stared at him fixedly, his pupils that were originally disappointed lit up bit by bit.

"Very good." Tokugawa Kazuya looked at him, a crack of ice finally melted on his handsome face, "Aside from Oni and Irie, and Byodoin Phoenix, you are the first high school student who dared to test me. "

Oni Jujiro looked at them with interest. He could already feel that Tokugawa Kazuya was really excited.

"Whether it's a good thing or a bad thing... But this kid Tokugawa should be more measured, so don't use that trick when you are excited."

Oni Jujiro also had some inexplicable anticipation in his heart, watching the confrontation between the two.

Things like aura can be hidden.

De Chuanhe also clearly felt that Song Yiran's aura had changed from the initial calm to fierce, and this aura suddenly made his thoughts surge.

Tokugawa Kazuya remembered that when he first entered the U-17, Byodoin Phoenix defeated himself as a rookie in the same way.

Standing on the court, Song Yiran put his ball bag aside, and put his jacket on the bag by the way.

Oni Jujiro was acting as a referee, he raised his hand and gestured, "The game begins!"

Tokugawa Kazuya looked at the boy's black eyes, and he paid more attention to it. Thinking of the phantom's serve before, he also showed his own stunt.

The racket was swung, but the tennis ball seemed to emit a dazzling light, which hurt people's eyes, and as the distance got closer, the light became more dazzling.

——This is Tokugawa Kazuya's special skill, the glowing ball!

"Well?"

Song Yiran couldn't hold back all of a sudden, his eyes were a little wet from the stimulation, which formed a huge obstacle to his vision.

He didn't have time to swing the racket, so he missed the ball.

"Come again!"

Wiping away the moisture from the corners of his eyes, the black-haired boy looked at him with burning eyes.

Tokugawa Kazuya raised his eyebrows, the meridians of his right hand burst out, and the power of the next ball was even more astonishing. The light was already dazzling beyond description, and there was only a white light in front of his eyes, and even Jujiro Oni squinted on the sidelines. My eyes are closed and I can't see the movement of the court clearly.

"Light... is really the best barrier?"

Song Yiran hasn't seen through the principle of this luminous ball, but he knows one thing——

——If you can’t see your eyes, just close them.

He closed his eyes, but at the same time, entered the zone at this moment.

Zone is able to adjust a person's physical state to 100% of his own. He feels that his five senses have been raised to a terrifying level, and even the sound of leaves blowing down on the sidelines is infinitely amplified.

The tips of his ears moved slightly, and besides himself, he heard three breathing sounds nearby, except Tokugawa Kazuya's more intense exhalation during exercise, and Oni Jujiro standing aside, and another person, Peeping in the dark.

Red light was reflected from the thin eyelids. In the sea of ​​consciousness, Song Yiran seemed to be in a body of water, and the luminous ball came from a distance, with dazzling glare. The waves suddenly rose, and those rays of light were suddenly submerged by the raging waves, and gradually infected by darkness.

——In Song Yiran's sea of ​​consciousness, it completely turned into an ordinary ball!

On the tennis court, Song Yiran swung his racket precisely under the glare of the glare, and the tennis ball was hit straight back.

…………

"good."

The tennis court here was abandoned, and the nearby vegetation seemed to grow wildly, and the messy vines were trampled under the feet of the blond man.

Those lights didn't seem to affect him, he seemed to be looking at an excellent scenery, the smile on the corner of his mouth lifted, and his whole person showed a madness.

"Is that him... Song Yiran."

…………

Tokugawa Kazun did not expect that his luminous ball was hit back!

As the user of the luminous ball, he can vaguely feel the trajectory of the ball.

The tennis ball quickly landed at his feet, split into several phantoms, and passed through him as well.

"You cracked my glowing ball?"

Tokugawa Kazuya clenched his racket tightly. Although the technique of glowing ball was not his original creation, he also exerted great power.

Just judging from the few serve receptions just now, Song Yiran is indeed qualified to enter the No. [-] court.

In other words, by virtue of his status as a freshman in high school, he can already stand shoulder to shoulder with these senior high school students.

"Although there is no sign of mastering the skills of another dimension, the strength is already very extraordinary."

Tokugawa Kazuya said lightly.

The light in the court slowly dissipated. Song Yiran opened his eyes, and a black electric glow flashed. He heard Tokugawa Kazuya's words and asked, "Dimensional ball skills?"

When Song Yiran won the World Junior Tennis Championship, he was stopped by a lazy-looking monk. That man was bared, with a big stubble and flip-flops on his feet. He looked like a very depressed man. What a strange uncle, if you ignore his constantly flashing eyes.

"Child, do you know that clothes are seamless?"

That night, he came to a temple, and under the guidance of the monk, he developed a seamless pattern.

It's just... since he gave up tennis, that seamless field has disappeared.

——Only those who really love tennis can step into that field, but now... Maybe he is also deprived of the qualification to enter again.

"Yes, different-dimensional ball skills."

Tokugawa Kazuya withdrew his racket, he really wanted to have a hearty match with Song Yiran, even if he used the black hole to cause harm to his body, he would not regret it.

However, it's just a matter of thinking now, after all, Song Yiran has not stepped into the door of different-dimensional ball skills at all.

"Is that the end?"

Song Yiran watched Tokugawa Kazuya put his racket back, and he frowned. Since he came to U-17, he hasn't played a full game.

"Don't be sorry, wait until one day you master your own Shura Divine Way, that will be the moment when you and I will really confront each other!"

Tokugawa Kazuya nodded slightly, and then gestured to Oni Jujiro.

Oni Jujiro stepped forward and patted Song Yiran on the shoulder, and left with Tokugawa Kazuya.

The black-haired boy watched them leave, and finally said:

"—that senior... After watching it for so long, it's hard to justify not saying hello."

"Is it?"

The blond man jumped down from above, some sparse stubble made him look extremely mature, his whole body was like a heroic lion, he didn't look like a high school student.

He also followed Song Yiran's gaze and looked at his old acquaintances, "It's been a long time since I saw you, Tokugawa's strength has also improved a lot."

After a few words of emotion, the blond man turned his head to look at Song Yiran, he was a little taller than Song Yiran, like a mature man staring at an immature boy.

"Boy, do you know? You still don't have the conditions to comprehend Shura's divine way."

With a playful look on his face, the blond man looked at the arrogance in the boy's eyes and smiled lowly.

"I love the look in your eyes—it's so nice and reminds me of myself at the time."

"Ah, is Saito here to arrest someone?" The blond man put his hands over his eyes and looked into the distance. With Song Yiran's eyesight, he couldn't see anyone appearing.

"Next time, come to Court No. [-], and I'll tell you your name."

After rubbing Song Yiran's head, the blond man quickly ran from the forest.

Song Yiran touched the hair on his forehead, and said to himself, "I still don't like people touching my hair."

After a long time, Saito, whom the blond man called, came from a distance. It was a handsome man with long hair. He was dressed in a clean white coat, like a researcher, and he looked quite personable.

"You are here, Song Yiran, Heibu and I have been waiting for you for a long time."

The man smiled and waved his hands, his long and narrow eyes curled up, "You only took the morning off, and it's almost noon now—although my sense of time is not as strong as Kurobe's, but... additional training is also indispensable. of it."

"By the way, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Zhi Saito, the mental training coach for the U-17 training camp."

He looked at the dial in his hand.

"—Go to Court No. [-] immediately, Coach Kurobe has an important announcement to make."