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

Toyama Kintaro's favorite thing is barbecue. He has always felt that it is a very happy thing to be able to eat barbecue in this deep mountain.

For him, the smell of food is so moving, there is no difference.

Only now, he focused his attention on the dark eyes of the black-haired boy, and suddenly felt that the attraction of barbecue was not so great.

What exactly went wrong?

There was a little confusion in the eyes of the red-haired boy, he didn't take Song Yiran's paper bag immediately, feeling his heart beating very fast.

"Yuan Shan, are you in a daze?"

Echizen Ryoma reminded him from behind, but those cat eyes were still staring at Song Yiran closely.

He saw that the arc light at the end of Song Yiran's eyes had disappeared.

Silently took Song Yiran's paper bag, Toyama Kintaro's movements were somewhat mechanical, it seemed that the brain did not give instructions, but just subconsciously.

Song Yiran saw that Kintaro Toyama had already taken the paper bag, so he didn't stop there, picked up the backpack from the field beside him, and planned to leave.

"Wait a minute, Song Yiran!"

The boy with cat pupils said, his eyes fixed on him.

"Is your previous move a kind of non-self realm?"

"You mean, phantom clone or zone?"

Song Yiran stopped, turned around and looked at Echizen.

He was also somewhat inexplicably curious about the son of this man who made him realize that the clothes were seamless.

"zone?"

Chewing this word in his mouth, Echizen's eyes became a little more serious.

"This is a field in basketball. I played basketball for a few months before." The black-haired boy smiled slightly, "I think sports are all connected, so I used this technique in tennis. "

His tone is light and casual, but Echizen Ryoma knows that to be able to apply one sport field to another sport requires a deep understanding of his own field to a terrifying level. Ask yourself, he may not be able to do it Use the realm of selflessness in other places.

Echizen Ryoma paused, "Have you considered becoming the apprentice of that dead old man in my family?"

"……what?"

The black-haired boy looked a little surprised, "I'm sorry, I really haven't thought about it..."

"Tsk, I'm just asking casually." Echizen Ryoma said calmly.

Kintaro Toyama, who had been in a trance, finally came back to his senses. He held the paper bag in his arms, as if he was holding on to a treasure.

"...Senior Song Yiran." Toyama Kintaro's eyes brightened, "Let's go together!"

"Me, the monster, and the senior spend this time together! We can go to different levels to collect things together, just like playing game boss points!"

"—we're going to have a great time!"

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So, Song Yiran walked with the two countries all the way, Toyama Kintaro excitedly asked to take Song Yiran's tennis bag, and even stretched out his small arm to show the brute force hidden underneath.

It should be said that their journey was extremely smooth. After all, Song Yiran's strength was astonishing. The two teenagers also had strength beyond the high school group. After getting tents, clothes and other necessities, they went to the resettlement site designated on the map.

"Well, I'm also a little expert at pitching tents!"

Toyama Kintaro rolled up his sleeves, "Let me show my skills!"

But... the result is quite difficult to describe.

The black-haired boy sighed, took the hammer, and removed all the nails, "Let me do it."

Echizen Ryoma was also fighting at the side, but he turned his head to look at his little friend with a slight disdain in his eyes.

- Sudden heartache to the point of suffocation...

Kintaro Toyama covered his face and could only squat down and watch.

After a while, a tent had been set up, and they took out sleeping bags and put them inside.

The first day is about to pass in a hurry, and the night sky is already full of stars.

The base of Hesu is located in a remote place in Tokyo. Song Yiran lifted the top of the tent and lay on the ground with one hand on the back of his head, his thoughts slowly calmed down.

He stretched out his right hand, as if he wanted to hold the star above his eyes, and then put his hand down.

Song Yiran's right hand is equipped with a sensor uniformly issued by Yukio Kurobe, which has a time record, and at the same time transmits everyone's body data to the central computer in real time to ensure everyone's physical safety.

As the night was getting dark, he couldn't help but think of other things.

Song Yiran had never thought of studying in Japan at all. He thought that his previous life was relatively reckless, but that incident broke all his control over the future.

"Isn't it suitable for playing tennis..."

The black-haired boy murmured, putting his hand near his heart.

The old doctor's words seemed to be still in his ears. Of course Song Yiran knew the impact of that incident on him, but he had slowly walked out in recent years. He thought he was fine, but the old man said leisurely——

——"Scars will always be there. Even if the wound is barely healed, there will still be bruises there."

He shook his head and mocked lightly, "What's the use of caring about this?"

"I don't know, what happened to me and the others, and whether Izumi Makoto won the game."

Except for special circumstances, the students participating in the U-17 dormitory plan are not allowed to bring electronic devices, so they are isolated from the outside world, and he has no chance to contact Seirin and others.

"Senior, senior—"

A small voice came from beside him, and Toyama Kintaro wrapped himself tightly, only showing a pair of smart eyes, looking at him with piercing eyes.

Song Yiran was sleeping between Echizen Ryoma and Toyama Kintaro. Echizen Ryoma was already breathing gently from one side, while Toyama Kintaro still had an excited face and no sleepiness.

"What's the matter, Jin?"

Under Toyama Kintaro's strong request, Song Yiran called him that, the first time he said that, it made this dark-skinned young man blush.

"Senior, you have returned to tennis now, will you continue to play—will you participate in the Tennis World Open?"

Toyama Kintaro blinked and asked.

"I haven't thought that far yet, but since I'm back, I always want to do my best."

Song Yiran said indifferently, with a compelling vigor in his tone.

"Then, I will definitely intercept Senior!"

Toyama Kintaro narrowed his eyes with a smile, "Being able to defeat Senpai...is my dream since I was nine years old!"

In the darkness, the ear tips of the dark green-haired boy moved slightly.

——Are you going to participate in the World Open? It looks like...it won't disappear suddenly like last time.

Thinking of this, Echizen Ryoma's mouth overflowed with a smile, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

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In the sea of ​​consciousness, Song Yiran opened his eyes and found himself in a station.

Surrounded by white mist, this seems to be a bus stop, which already has a full sense of age.

He is sitting here alone.

Song Yiran wanted to get up to take a look, but he felt as if he was firmly nailed to the seat.

"Where is this place?" He frowned, "Is it also the sea of ​​consciousness?"

No one can answer him.

Gradually, it seemed that it was raining in the mist, and the sound of raindrops floated gently into Song Yiran's ears.

An umbrella pierced out of the mist first, with blood-red flowers embroidered on it.

Immediately afterwards was the silhouette of a man, his face was still too young, his eyes were deep, he sat beside Song Yiran, and nodded slightly to him.

"Good night." The man said with a smile.

"This is the second time, I saw you in my dream..." Song Yiran said thoughtfully, his eyes were on the umbrella.

The surface of the umbrella is smooth and there is no trace of raindrops dripping.

The man stretched out his hand and moved slightly, his tone was gentle, "The evil spirit contained in this is too heavy, it's not suitable for you to look at it now."

Turning his right hand, following his line of sight, Song Yiran finally noticed that the umbrella stand of that umbrella was polished with pale bones.

Song Yiran's eyes froze slightly.

"You're playing tennis now, aren't you?"

The man put his hands on his knees casually, and shook them lightly, "It's good, it's not a bad thing for a child to have a little interest."

"Sura Shinto—those tennis players seem to say something like that, right?"

"What a pretentious title...Although mortals have always had good expectations, they want to covet some power that does not belong to them."

The man turned his head to the side, and when he looked at the black-haired boy, there seemed to be an indescribable pampering in his eyes.

"Since you're my chosen child, there's no need to comprehend such half-baked things."

"The field that can only be realized after experiencing countless failures will only wear away the temperament that I admire in you."

"—I want you to be undefeated in my life."

The author has something to say: "—I want you to be undefeated in my life."

"I don't need you." The black-haired boy said, "On my own, I won't fail."

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