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

Saitozhi and Song Yiran came to Court No. [-] together. Yukio Kurobe was wearing a familiar white suit and standing with his hands behind his back. When he saw the two people walking in slowly, he frowned.

"You've been away for a long time."

He said lightly, not knowing who he was talking to.

Yukio Kurobe raised his chin slightly, motioning for Song Yiran to walk into the team. People from different courts gathered together, and the man opened his notebook.

"From this afternoon, we will head to the back mountain to start training."

The crowd gradually became agitated. The failure group just climbed the cliff before, and after a series of hard work, they returned to the U-17 to continue training, and now they are going to the back mountain...?

"The previous ones were just a small fight, and the orthodox training that will follow will be extremely harsh."

Kurobe Yukio smiled softly, "If someone can't bear it, please be sure to ask, the open door always welcomes you - leave."

The scene suddenly became quiet, and Yukio Kurobe nodded with satisfaction, "Very well, next we will go to the back mountain for training according to the number of the court."

People from the first few courts left one after another. The No. [-] court where Song Yiran was located was in the middle, and Oni Jujiro stood at the front as the gatekeeper. After he entered, beside him was Akaya Kirihara, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

"What a coincidence, Kirihara-kun, you are here too."

Song Yiran saw the boy with soft kelp hair, and greeted him with a smile.

The black-haired boy had just played ball with Tokugawa Kazuya for a while, and he casually put his coat on his left arm. There was a fine gleam of water on his forehead, and there was also a little dark red on his lips.

Kirihara Chiya's gaze paused, and he scratched his black hair again with a blushing face.

"Please, please... I am Li Haida's trump card!"

The boy with soft curly hair glared at him somewhat viciously, but under the blush, it made him a bit cute.

"trump card?"

Atobe Keigo stood aside and snorted coldly, "Ah, that's all, anyway, he is the defeat of my uncle."

"What are you talking about, isn't it embarrassing to lose to the first grade of Qingxue a few times?"

Hearing Atobe Keigo Meitai's words, Kirihara Chi retorted angrily, and directly poked Atobe's sore spot.

Atobe Keigo's face darkened a little, he stroked his tear mole, "It's really not gorgeous."

Song Yiran: ...

"Speaking of which, the first-year Qingxue is referring to Echizen-kun?"

The black-haired boy suddenly thought of something and asked.

Hearing that Song Yiran's focus turned out to be his dark past, Keigo Atobe's eyes twitched slightly, and he felt a tightness in his chest.

The kelp-shaped curly-haired boy became more interested when he saw Keigo Atobe slumped, and began to actively popularize science, "Yes, yes, his full name is Echizen Ryoma, and he is Kunisei. A person who broke the rules and was promoted to a full-fledged player."

"Wait, I remember... It seems that Kirihara-kun also lost to Echizen-kun, right?"

Seeing that Akiya Kirihara and Song Yiran were talking very enthusiastically, Kuranosuke Shiraishi inadvertently interjected.

Akaya Kirihara's body was also a little stiff, and his face was not very good-looking, so he could only subconsciously say, "The minister also lost to him before!"

Seiichi Yukimura, who was queuing up at the No. [-] court, heard something faintly, and looked forward with sharp eyes.

The black-haired boy rubbed his chin and thought about it, "It seems that Echizen-kun is indeed very powerful."

He still remembered that after being led to the temple by that monk, the monk once said with a smile that he also had a child.

According to the monk, he is just a very ordinary tennis player. He has no outstanding record and retired early. He regards raising his own children as a kind of pleasure.

——That child is called Echizen Ryoma.

"You guys, be quiet! Don't make any more noise."

Oni Jujiro looked back at them, and felt a little strange seeing those very proud junior high school students talking around the black-haired boy.

——Could it be... that Song Yiran is very strong, do you want to challenge him?

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The team finally gathered at a place blocked by a huge barbed wire on the back mountain, and there was a huge timer above it with a time value accurate to the second.

Kurobe pushed a button, and the number started to jump.

"You will spend the next period of time inside until this number clears to zero."

"All the food and lodging utensils inside must pass through special checkpoints. Everyone is not allowed to bring any electronic equipment and food utensils in. Except for the necessary rackets and changing clothes, there will be staff to sort them out."

Clapping his hands lightly, Kurobe Yukio said, "If anyone wants to leave the field halfway, then you will have to go through the assessment to determine your U-17 sleeping qualifications."

"Good luck, everyone."

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"Song Jun, are you together?"

Seiichi Yukimura came from the team on the sixth court and invited.

"My uncle will reluctantly let you form a team with me."

Atobe Keigo stroked his tear mole, and hummed softly.

"That... Actually, I'm also very reliable. Do you want to come together, senior?"

Kirihara Chi also rubbed his curly hair and asked.

Kuranosuke Shiraishi smiled lightly, looking extremely gentlemanly, "Do I have the honor to invite you?"

Song Yiran: ...

He watched the bustling crowd around him slowly disperse, and he also refused aloud, "No, I am enough alone, thank you for your kindness."

Then, the black-haired boy picked up his tennis bag and chose a direction to leave, leaving those people staring at the place.

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He walked slowly into the depths of the forest, and headed to a venue in the map, where each level has a venue number limit.

Song Yiran was temporarily a player in the No. [-] court, so he went to a checkpoint that could only be assessed by those who were restricted to the first No. [-] court.He wanted to be quiet, so he walked all the way in, and sometimes met a few high school students of the same age on the way, and they all showed curious eyes on Song Yiran.

However, when they saw the black-haired boy's thick eyebrows that looked like paintings, but his expression was cold, they didn't talk much, and could only pass by like this.

"Echizen, let's try that! It's super interesting!"

"No, it's annoying."

"You're so boring...don't worry, I'll go first, hehe!"

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When approaching the destination, Song Yiran heard two voices belonging to teenagers.

One is very lively and full of vitality, and the other is a little cold and awkward.

He opened the tree fork that was covered in front, and found a place that looked like a training ground, except that there were more than a dozen automatic tennis training machines inside.

A red-haired boy ran towards the court. He was not very tall, with dark skin, and he was a little jumpy.

"I said... You bastard, be careful!"

The dark green-haired boy lowered the brim of his hat and said helplessly, with a trace of disgust in his words.

Hearing a voice from behind, the dark-green-haired boy turned his head and saw the black-haired boy he had always wanted to get to know, and his eyes froze.

Then, he raised his jaw high, showing a tugging expression.

"You are that Song Yiran?"

"It seems that I'm quite famous... Many people have greeted me like this."

The black-haired boy sighed and walked over with a smile.

"...I saw you on a show on TV."

The duplicitous young man said coldly, but the tips of his ears turned red.

How can someone like Echizen Ryoma who only pays attention to sports events watch such boring variety shows.

Echizen Ryoma has won several championships in the U.S. Youth Tennis Grand Prix. He played tennis several years later than Song Yiran. When Song Yiran won the world championship, his father was still practicing the basics. It can be said that Song Yiran can also be regarded as His half idol.

——No, more precisely, a competitor worthy of surpassing.

There are some existences like Tezuka Kunimitsu, but they are not so real due to the sense of distance.

——more dazzling... more beautiful.

The dead old man of his family had taught Song Yiran back then, so he also asked his real name. From the moment the old man let it slip, Echizen Ryoma deeply remembered his name.

Echizen Ryoma looked at Song Yiran's extremely beautiful facial features, and thought of his easy withdrawal from the tennis world at the age of 12, he became a little angry, and said something against his will, "I think, in fact, you are more suitable to appear on the screen than playing tennis." on the screen."

His cat's eyes are wide open, like flowing amber in the sun, and even gradually deepened due to his own emotions, which is particularly beautiful.

Sensing the unstable mood of the dark green-haired boy in front of him, Song Yiran touched his chin, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "What you said seems to make sense."

Echizen Ryoma's expression became even more unbelievable, and he even turned red with anger, "Hey... what are you talking about!?"

"I mean, although what you said is quite reasonable." The black-haired boy tilted his head slightly, and his smile was a bit sly.

"—But, I prefer playing tennis."

"I like this kind of thing, but there is no way to measure it."

He sighed softly, and seeing that Echizen Ryoma's face gradually improved, he asked again with a smile, "Echizen-kun, you like tennis too, right?"

"It's okay." Echizen Ryoma lowered his hat again, and said lightly.

For some reason, he remembered the various compliments that the dead old man had given to Song Yiran. He used to feel a little unconvinced, but now, inexplicably, he felt that those compliments were completely suitable for him.

——The old man finally said a few human words.

Thinking of this, he wanted to lower his head and cover the tips of his ears.

"The more you go, the more you go—"

The red-haired boy's face was dripping with sweat, and his originally dark skin was black and red with excitement, "I got this reward...it's a great barbecue!!"

His footsteps slowed down, and he saw a black-haired boy standing in front of Echizen.

Immediately afterwards, Toyama Kintaro opened his eyes wide, and immediately handed over the barbecue in his hand.

"You look so good... This thing is for you, can you tell me your name? Ahhh, I feel so stupid..."