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

Yukio Kurobe's words were well thought out.

Many outstanding young players, exposed to the international environment prematurely, will have more choices, just like Tezuka Kunimitsu who chose to go to Germany for further studies.

Moreover, in Kurobe's heart, Song Yiran is more valuable than Tezuka Kunimitsu.

Song Yiran's future has infinite possibilities. If he can, within ten years, he will become the next Echizen Nanjiro... No, Echizen Nanjiro quit the tennis world too early, even though he has already swept away all the tennis players at that time. However, due to insufficient points, some climbed to the top of the world.

Therefore, strictly speaking, Asia has not yet emerged a talented player who truly dominates the tennis world.

——If... this champion is cultivated by him, and if he joins the Japanese team...

Yukio Kurobe's heart suddenly became hot, this is really a temptation that is very easy to get carried away.

His eyes were a little dark, looking at the black-haired boy who was still in a coma, his voice softened, "Go and contact the best hospital in Tokyo—in the name of the Japan Tennis Association."

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In the woody room, the man in white put down the teacup polished with human bones, and smiled at Song Yiran.

"Do you remember, two years ago?"

Song Yiran narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Of course I remember... that time..."

The scene of that day seemed to reappear in front of his eyes, and his tone paused slightly, as if he hesitated.

"You can come here, it is inevitable."

Xie Bi'an gently lifted the teacup, the lingering blood mist condensed on his brows and eyes, and his voice became cold.

"—Because, you have already died once."

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Finally, under Yukio Kurobe's insistence, he contacted the best hospital in Japan for an examination.

Turns out, there are no other issues.

Many parties breathed a sigh of relief, and even because of Yukio Kurobe's move, some important members of the Japan Tennis Association were alarmed.

When they learned about Song Yiran's current level and future expectations, they all showed great interest and concern.

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A few days later, the black-haired boy slowly opened his eyes.

He put his hand on an extremely shallow scar on his heart, and murmured: "Is this... a blessing in disguise?"

Since he was close to death, Song Yiran is the one who has truly stepped into hell compared to those tennis players who comprehend hellish suffering through the despair of defeat.

——That's why, after he stepped into the gate of hell, he truly opened the complete "Sura Divine Way".

Even Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu were about to seduce the soul at that time, but under Yan Luo's order, they let go of this extremely dazzling soul.

Xie Bi'an remembered that the Lord Fu said so at that time——

"—Anyway, he belongs to me after death, so why not...let him stay in the world and play for a while longer."

A very casual tone, but it has already shown Yan Luo's patience and interest in Song Yiran.

only……

Song Yiran's fate is uncertain, like a complicated nebula, Xie Bi'an has a premonition that this time the Fujun...it will be very difficult to get what he wants.

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"Are you awake?"

Yukio Kurobe handed the water glass to Song Yiran. After the black-haired boy took it, he found that the temperature was just right, even to a terrifying degree.

Song Yiran's knuckles were slightly curved, and they were resting on the cup. They were very white and slender fingers. It was hard to imagine that such a beautiful and delicate existence, like a work of art, would make a blow that would shock the entire Japanese tennis court. —17 Ultimate moves that even the best players can't see through.

Kurobe Yukio's eyes deepened, and he extended his right hand to Song Yiran.

He spread his hand, revealing a silver badge.

——That... It was once worn by Byodoin Phoenix, the number one badge representing the highest level among Japanese U-17 players!

"Now, it's yours."

The man in the white suit smiled.

Song Yiran just looked at the badge quietly without moving, until Yukio Kurobe frowned.

"Song Yiran, what's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable?"

"I am fine."

The black-haired boy's eyes seemed to be flowing with the color of ink, and he said softly, "I'm sorry, coach, I can't accept it."

Kurobe Yukio paused, never expecting Song Yiran to answer like this.

"why?"

He looked at the silver badge held up by Yukio Kurobe, which symbolized the highest honor in the Japanese youth tennis world, but in the eyes of the black-haired boy, it was like a piece of iron, worthless carry.

Song Yiran just smiled lightly.

"--Because I am Chinese."

Kurobe Yukio's behavior is a temptation. This badge is not only an honor, but also a constraint and responsibility.Once he takes over, Song Yiran will become the leader of the Japanese youth tennis team, that is to say, it is equivalent to joining the Japanese team.

"Don't you think about it?"

Kurobe Yukio has always been a man of one word, he doesn't like to be procrastinating, but in front of this young man, he breaks his principles time and time again.

"There is nothing to say about this matter."

Song Yiran said calmly that he never thought that he would wear the jerseys of other countries on the field. Although sports have no borders, this is also his principle.

"I'm not here because of my personal wishes." Yukio Kurobe lowered his voice. "The entire Japan Tennis Association has this intention. I hope you can think about it again."

Kurobe Yukio stood up and looked at Song Yiran's profile lying on the bed. The lines were so beautiful that it made one's heart beat, but there was a trace of cold and hard curvature.

"We won't give up."

He turned around and opened the door to leave. In the corridor, he saw a boy with rose hair. He was wearing a pure white sweater. The moment he raised his eyes, there was a kind of strangeness in the pupils of the strange color that a boy should not have. interest.

"Good day, Coach Kurobe."

The rosy-haired boy raised his head slightly, and gently stroked his chin with his right hand, "Some things, I think... don't need to insist anymore."

"Those rotten old guys in the tennis world, some ideas are outdated... I think it is necessary to inject some fresh blood."

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After hearing that Yukio Kurobe had returned to the base and those oppressive invitations were gone, Song Yiran felt strange, but he didn't know what happened.

"I don't know... what happened to me and the others."

After re-experiencing his favorite tennis and competing with the best young players in Japan, Song Yiran temporarily lost his mind on tennis and thought of the unknown summer cup.

The U-17 base is not allowed to carry electronic equipment. Song Yiran called Aida Reiko on the hospital phone, but learned that Seirin stopped in the fourth game of the final and fell behind by a big score against Izumikan. Seirin and the others dealt quite a blow.

"Is that so..."

Song Yiran gripped the phone tightly.

"It doesn't matter. Although we lost, everyone has grown a lot. We are constantly adjusting ourselves. The Winter Cup will definitely come back!"

"Also, Kiyoshi-senpai is back too... Seirin's strength has also increased!"

When he first joined Cheng Rin's school team, Song Yiran knew that there was a very good senior who founded the Cheng Rin basketball club, but he went abroad for treatment due to a leg injury, but he never expected to come back now.

"That's great." Song Yiran smiled slightly, "I'm also relieved to hear this."

"But……"

Aida Reiko lowered her voice, "Without Aran, Seirin will never be complete..."

"—we really miss you, Aran."

Suddenly, there was a noise on the other end of the phone.

"Coach, is that guy Aran?"

"Damn it, I haven't been doing business for so long, and I haven't even returned a call!"

"Captain, did you go to the tennis U-17 training base..."

"I want to talk to Aran on the phone too!"

"I have something to say to Song Jun, coach."

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It was a friendly discussion at first, but in the end it was unknown who started the phone battle. Under Aida Reiko's exclamation, the phone was snatched by several hands.

Song Yiran: ...

In a series of competitions, the tall and strong boy with red and black hair grabbed the phone by virtue of his height advantage.

"Aran—is it Aran!?"

Listening to the very energetic voice of Vulcan Dawo on the phone, Song Yiran couldn't help laughing, "Well, it's me, Dago."

"Ah... that's great." Vulcan's brows softened, and he said unconsciously, "I haven't heard your voice for a long time... I'm really happy to hear it again now."

When the other teenagers at the receiver heard Vulcan's words, they all used their eyes to kill this clueless basketball idiot.

——It’s just a foul love story, bastard!

Song Yiran, who knew Vulcan's straightforward character well, smiled indifferently, "I'm also very happy to hear the voice of my older self...it's still the same straightforward and cute."

After hearing this, the boy with red and black hair curled his brows and eyes with a smile.

Everyone: ...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Such a gentle atmosphere disappeared the moment the door was reopened.

The rosy-haired boy walked in slowly, and stood casually in front of Song Yiran, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Are you talking on the phone with Seirin's teammates? Since your body is still a little weak, don't make any calls."

"—Lie down obediently."