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

Song Yiran frowned and looked at the unexpected visitor who appeared suddenly. When Akashi was talking, he covered the end of the receiver so that Seirin and everyone could not hear him. Afterwards, he briefly talked to Vulcan before hanging up the phone .

"Akashi-kun, why are you here?"

Song Yiran looked up at the boy with rose-colored hair. Akashi Seijuro just smiled, and then sat down on the stool beside him calmly. The white sweater on his body outlined an elegant temperament, but it was a different color. There was an aggressive light in his pupils.

"I heard that you are in a coma, so I came to see you."

Akashi said lightly.

"How do you know this...?"

Logically speaking, the news of this matter should be sealed, and it is really unreasonable for Akashi to come so quickly.

"How should I put it?" Akashi smiled lightly, "After all, I have been paying attention to you."

The rosy-haired boy just looked at Song Yiran's pale and beautiful face with interest, and rubbed his fingertips.

Akashi put Song Yiran on the bed cabinet and picked up the slightly warm water cup, and sipped it lightly.

"I know, seeing you are so resolute, it's unrealistic to invite you to Luoshan now."

Akashi Seijuro stood up and gave him a slight nod.

"Zhe also said that he wants to beat me to prove his basketball. These words are very ridiculous to me."

"You will win—only Luoshan, your obsession is just bringing regrets of failure to your basketball career."

Akashi Seijuro said as he walked to the door, the moment the door was closed, a magnetic voice came.

"——And... Since you want to beat me, you should take good care of your body and don't fall into a coma every now and then, otherwise, you are not worthy to be my opponent."

Until the end, the boy with rose hair didn't say that he helped Song Yiran solve the trouble of being invited by the Japan Tennis Association.

Song Yiran raised his eyebrows, hearing the faint concern in Akashi's farewell words, he changed his mind about this overbearing young man.

"Akashi Seijuro...it seems not as cold and hard as I thought."

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The afternoon sun was just right, and in the English class, Vulcan and I rested our chin and stared at the scenery outside the window in a daze. There were a few birds chirping on the bare branches, which brought Vulcan back to his thoughts.

——So... so soon, is it early autumn?

The scene of the defeat against Quan Zhenguan seems to be still in front of me. I didn't expect that when Seirin lost Song Yiran, the close cooperation seemed to be a little malfunction of a precision machine, and finally... still lost Regional finals.

——In the final analysis, I am still not strong enough...

Huoshenda, I clenched my fist and stepped up the training plan in my heart. Thinking of Song Yiran's phone call a few days ago, I couldn't help but feel a little happier.

"After all... I want to become the number one man in Japan! How can I fall so far behind Aran?"

Thinking of this, the corner of Vulcan's mouth grinned again, and Heizi who was sitting beside him caught a glimpse of the overly raised corner of the mouth of the red and black haired boy, and the increasingly cold face of the English teacher, and couldn't help sighing.

"Huh? Heizi, what did you suddenly kick me for...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh teacher, I didn't do it on purpose!"

Amid Vulcan Taiwo's shrill cry, Hei Zizhe also lowered his head and looked at his scribbled notes—the handwriting showed how absent-minded its owner has been recently.

"Since you are the first to talk to Song Jun successfully, Vulcan Lord, you still have to make up your mind."

The blue-haired boy murmured, subconsciously ignoring Reiko Aida who was on the phone. He shifted his gaze to the empty place beside him, which had been vacant for more than a month. Thinking of this, Heizi's heart also Some anxiety.

——I don’t know... Jun Song, when will I be able to come back?

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After school, I was scratching my hair. Due to the training just now, the ends of his hair were still a little wet, and the buttons were not buttoned up properly, revealing the sportswear that had not been taken off inside.

The apartment he rented was not far from the school, and he walked towards the apartment he rented unsteadily with the shower of steam all the way.

Unconsciously, I took out the mobile phone in my belt, and I pressed a number, and that number was called so many times... Putting Vulcan's finger on the button, I could almost press a series of numbers reflexively, Without brain thinking.

"Dudu-"

Hearing the still cold shut-off sound, Vulcan Da I pursed my lips. He had a fierce look, and walking on the road like this scared a young girl who was still young and ran away.

Vulcan Taiga: ...

He scratched his head, turned his head, looked at a frowning face reflected in the window, and couldn't help thinking in his heart——

——I don't seem to be approachable like this... In Aran's heart, what is it like?

He bared his teeth at the window again and rubbed his face.

"Hey... what on earth was I thinking? Anyway, Aran was only afraid of hurting my heart, so he agreed to my proposal to rent together..."

The boy with red and black shattered hair said, walking with some frustration. After stopping in front of his door, he took out his key and prepared to open the door.

With a sound of "Pa-ta--", the door opened like this.

I suddenly opened my eyes wide.

The boy he had been thinking about came out of the door like this, his eyebrows were still bright, but his face was a little pale, in the eyes of Vulcan, his whole person seemed to have a soft halo, so beautiful Incredible.

——Aran's hair seems to be a little longer, and her bangs are blocking her eyes...

Vulcan uncontrollably lifted the hair on Song Yiran's forehead, and before Song Yiran backed away, he withdrew his hand as if electrocuted.

Then, Vulcan stepped forward and hugged Song Yiran tightly, with such strength that it hurt a little.

"Aran... I miss you so much."

Patting Vulcan's back, the black-haired boy smiled slightly and said, "Big me, I miss you too."

Automatically ignoring the "you" in Song Yiran's mouth, Vulcan heard him say that he missed him very much, and his heart was like a drum beating continuously, full of joy.

Looking at the silver suitcase at the door, although I guessed that Song Yiran agreed to the request of sharing the rent, I still asked cautiously: "Aran... are you willing to share the rent with me?"

Song Yiran took out the key that Vulcan gave him before he went to the U-17 Hesu base.

Before Song Yiran said that he would think about it, this basketball idiot enthusiastically gave himself the backup key, and proudly said "anytime is okay", such a straightforward character, Song Yiran was very helpless , and some touch.

He spread out his palm, and on the white hand lines, a bunch of black keys lay obediently. Under the round eyes of the red-black-haired boy, Song Yiran gently grabbed Vulcan's wrist, and put the keys back. Returned to the hands of Vulcan.

I was stunned by Vulcan, and immediately asked eagerly, "Aran, what's wrong? Is it not so good here..."

"No, big me." Looking at Vulcan big me's expression, Song Yiran smiled and stroked his hair, "Why are you so cute?"

The brow of the black-haired boy was also filled with a smile:

"——I'm waiting for... my elder self to officially hand over the key to me."