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

——It was an indescribable feeling...

No matter what Bu Er Zhou Zhu thinks, at least Song Yiran feels a little indescribably embarrassed.

He stretched out his hand and brushed back the hair that was soaked by the water. The water snaked down and stayed at the root of his eyelashes.

Song Yiran felt an indescribably hot feeling, so when he was about to lose his mind completely, he took off his clothes and walked down when he heard the sound of water running.

——At that time, he didn't even feel the existence of Fuji Shusuke.

Although it is said that if we meet each other frankly like this, we don't need to care if everyone is a man, but Song Yiran is not used to talking nakedly in front of... people he doesn't know very well.

Fuji Shusuke withdrew his shocked expression, he had already noticed the bruise on the black-haired boy's knee and the blood stains on his face.

"Senior, how did you get hurt?"

Fuji Shusuke asked, while staring closely at his wet eyes, afraid of missing some details.

—Even if he doesn't want to admit it anymore, he still cares about him.

"It's okay, I can't walk steadily, I was scratched by a stone."

Song Yiran avoided the important point and skipped it lightly, said lightly.

He felt that he had finally returned to normal, and his pupils had gradually returned to normal black. In Fujisuke's eyes, those eyes became more and more clear under the infiltration of water, reflecting his complex look.

It was clear to Zhou Zhu that Song Yiran was still a little defensive about himself, and he didn't tell the truth.

Thinking of this, Fujisuke took a few steps forward, got out of the water curtain, picked up the towel placed by the water, and wiped his light brown hair.

"Senior Song, I will go ahead."

Nodding detachedly, Fuji Zhouzhu got up and left from the pool.

He walked to the entrance of the cave, the fire was still burning, and Fujisuke's tent was also set up there. He fumbled and took out a bag, which contained some changes of clothes, all of which were U-17 obtained through the training ground. sportswear.

After changing into clean clothes, Fujisuke said to himself, "It's better not to give him clothes... It's interesting to think about letting him be wet and naked."

The light brown-haired boy smiled, but he still put a set of clothes on the right side of the sleeping bag. As long as Song Yiran made a sound, he would send it over.

He removed a few firewood from the fire to make the flames smaller.

"Hmm...why hasn't there been any movement?"

Fuji Zhousuke waited for a while, but he didn't hear the black-haired boy's voice.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from the entrance of the cave, extinguishing the fire in the fire at once.

Taking advantage of the moonlight at the entrance of the cave, he calmly put away his clothes and wanted to start the fire again.

A strong force suddenly struck from behind, pushing Fujio to the ground!

"Who……!?"

The light brown-haired boy's heart was extremely calm, but when those wet and delicate hands clasped his wrists, he could no longer maintain his original indifference.

"Senior Song Yiran—is that you?"

Those hands firmly restrained him, the black hair was drooping wet, and they kept stroking the pinnae of Fuji Shusuke's ears.

"Well--!?"

Feeling those slight itches, Bu Er Zhou Zhu turned his back to him, unable to see the boy's expression clearly, but knew that something must have happened.

The black-haired boy's eyes were abnormally red, but his face was terribly calm. Although the short shower just now temporarily suppressed some violent thoughts, they rebounded a hundred times later.

"good--"

Song Yiran stroked Buer Zhou Zhu's hair, as if to comfort him.

Compared with Qingyue in normal times, the black-haired boy's voice was a little hoarse at this moment, and he was even more seductive than this moonlight.

As he spoke, he lifted the hair behind Bu Er's ears, revealing a small section of delicate skin.

His expression was so indifferent that it was almost ascetic, but the tip of his tongue made his face a bit sensual.

Song Yiran leaned down, and gently sucked the skin behind Fujizuzu's ears, which made the light brown-haired boy's eyes widen!

"Song Yiran, what are you doing!?"

He asked, feeling a little flustered in his heart, but also a little itchy-like pleasure.

"Hey, it won't hurt—it'll be fine soon."

The young man smiled lowly, he was now full of a desire for blood, and the tip of his teeth changed several places on the back of Fuji's neck and kept biting, which made Fuji Shusuke feel a pain.

Song Yiran was sitting on Buer Zhouzhu's waist, with his back facing him, his body was a little stiff, and even his legs were bent abnormally.

The pleasure mixed with pain and itching at the neck was so strong that the light brown-haired boy reacted.

He clenched his hands in embarrassment, but Song Yiran's skills were excellent, and he couldn't break free at all.

Immediately afterwards, a stabbing pain suddenly spread to the nerve endings, and Fujisuke suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-"

Feeling the bloody smell from the corner of his mouth, the bloodthirsty thoughts were finally suppressed, and Song Yiran really regained his sobriety.

He looked at Bu Er Zhou Zhu who was shackled by him under him. This soft-looking and beautiful Guo Sansheng slightly trembled his shoulders, as if he was still immersed in the moment when he was bitten by Song Yiran just now.

Song Yiran immediately let go of his hand, got up and left.

He touched his nose and sighed.

It was already embarrassing to be honest with each other under the waterfall, but now because of the side effect of the blood field, I did this kind of thing...

——Also, the relationship between him and Fujisuke has always been... delicate.

The light brown-haired boy lying on the ground panted, trying to calm himself down.Zhou Zhu turned over, his face was a little flushed, he looked at Song Yiran with those ice blue eyes, and finally got a little angry.

He stood up abruptly, rushed towards Song Yiran, and tightly grasped the damp neckline that the black-haired boy put on casually.

"-Is it fun to play me like this!?" Fuji Zhou Zhu said coldly, "Song Yiran... no, Song Qingran!?"

"Back then, the first time I lost a big game, it was because of you—you made me lose a goal. I always thought about revenge on you—"

"You inexplicably quit the tennis world, and came back willfully..." Those ice-blue eyes turned a little like the color of the deep sea due to anger, "Then pretended that you didn't know me...and now you are doing it to me again This kind of thing... Song Yiran, are you insulting me!?"

The black-haired boy could only retreat passively, until he touched the rock, and could no longer retreat.

He looked at Fuji Zhouzhu helplessly, under the clear moonlight, his originally indifferent and beautiful eyes were also stained with apology.

"Sorry, I can't help myself... is the cause of some side effects in the tennis world."

As the black-haired boy said, he put his hands on Fujisuke's face that had just been stained with mud on the ground, and wiped away the dirt.

His voice became softer.

"I'm sorry, I forgot about you-this means that I lack the most basic respect for an opponent...I am very sorry."

"—In the future... I will always remember you."

Complicated light flashed in Bu Er Zhou Zhu's eyes, and he finally pursed his lips lightly. The smile on his face was no longer as deliberately alienated as before. left at the neckline.

"Then just wait... After the training camp, I will challenge you... and beat you in the Stadium Number Challenge!"

Fuji Zhousuke is located on Court No. [-], so he can naturally challenge Song Yiran who is located on Court No. [-].

After hearing this, the black-haired boy smiled slightly, "Okay, I'll be here anytime."

…………

At this moment, a huge airflow formed outside the cave, and the roar of the engine was very clear.

On the helicopter, Yukio Kurobe held the monitor and watched Song Yiran's value in real time, and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that the waveform finally returned to normal.

As soon as it landed, a strong light shone into the entrance of the cave.

Yukio Kurobe saw that the boy he was worried about was being oppressively pressed by his collar against the rock behind him, and his expression changed immediately.

"—Fuji Shusuke... what are you doing!?"

The author has something to say: Bianhua: The boy I fancy has harassed others because of my side effects, mmp

Kurobe Yukio: The heart is like a Japanese dog

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Song Yiran said to Bu Er: I will take responsibility, good boy

Fuji Shusuke: ...It sounds weird

Tennis and basketball players: ...we want it too! ! !