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

I didn't think of anything about sharing the same bed at first.

After all, his nerves are relatively rough, and he didn't realize that his attention to Song Yiran had surpassed the scope of friends, so he naturally felt that it was normal.

only……

When Vulcan came out of the bathroom, he saw Song Yiran lying on his bed in pajamas, his black hair was damp, his long eyelashes were like thick light feathers, and his lips were extremely moist from the steam.

Vulcan's eyes wandered slightly, and suddenly he held his hand on the doorknob again, and said, "...Aran, let me help you clean up the room!"

——He finally felt a little strange now, and his heart was pounding.

"Big I?"

The black-haired boy raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling a little strange, "It's so late, what are you doing to tidy up the room?"

After staring at him blankly for a while, Vulcan Taiga blushed as if resigned to his fate, and strode towards his bed.

Vulcan I have a good figure. He only wears a vest on his upper body, showing his muscular forearms, and only a pair of boxers on his lower body. Compared to Song Yiran's calmness, he is cringing on the bed Lie down on the other side, not even daring to occupy more space.

Song Yiran: ...

The black-haired boy sighed, with a helpless smile, "I won't eat you again, big me."

In the end, Vulcan and I still gave Song Yiran a fierce look, turned off the light at once, and shouted in a rough voice, "Aran, sleep!"

In the dark night, Vulcan could very sensitively feel that the breathing of the young man beside him had stabilized, but he still shrank aside, with one hand behind his ear, staring blankly at the ceiling in a daze.

I don’t know how long it took before I slowly fell asleep when Vulcan was older. After he woke up, he found that the people around him were gone, and even the wrinkles on the side of the bed were smoothed out. For some reason, the boy with red and black hair felt a little Pity.

It wasn't until he heard the sound of the shower that Vulcan knew that Song Yiran hadn't left yet. He rubbed his eyes in a daze, but found something, reddened to the base of his ears.

Below, an unknown object raised vigorously, this most natural morning erection, in the past, Vulcan would take a shower to suppress it, but when the sound of the rustling water stopped, When Vulcan was big, I picked up the quilt on the ground stiffly, trying to cover it.

"Big me? Why are you so red?"

Looking at Vulcan's face, the black-haired boy raised his eyebrows and asked.

Song Yiran had already put on Cheng Lin's Zhongshan uniform. He walked out of the bathroom and buttoned it to the top, revealing an abstinent temperament.

"Ah...well, I...I feel a little uncomfortable, maybe it's because I didn't cover the quilt last night."

Vulcan faltered and said, scratching his head again, trying to fool him with a smile, but with the movement of his hands, the quilt spread a little more, revealing the tall arc.

Vulcan Taiga: ...

Song Yiran: ...

Under the deep gaze of the black-haired boy, Vulcan's face flushed red.

"me--"

"I know it all, you don't have to react so big, big me."

Song Yiran smiled knowingly, the face of the young man with red and black shattered hair became more and more red, knowing that Vulcan would be too ashamed to say a word if he stayed here any longer, Song Yiran turned around and left.

Vulcan immediately breathed a sigh of relief, lifted the sheet, and wanted to solve it.

"It's so confusing..."

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It was late when I left the apartment rented by Vulcan, and since Song Yiran had to report earlier, he and Vulcan staggered the time to go to school.

He turned on the phone screen, sent a message to all the people that he had returned, and explained the reason why he lost contact during this period, but when he pressed the phone number of Ryota Kise, his fingers paused.

Song Yiran felt that there was something wrong with Ryota Huang Lai, since he hung up the phone yesterday, Huang Lai had abnormally not sent any text messages, and was so quiet that he was not like him.

After hesitating for a moment, Song Yiran skipped Huang Lai's number and put the phone back in his pocket.

When he stepped into Seirin's campus, looking at the simple and clean white wall tiles, he suddenly had mixed emotions in his heart.

"I haven't seen you for a month...everyone."

It was still early in the morning, and there were not many people on campus. Most of them were senior students who were preparing to enter higher education. After seeing Song Yi, they all stopped in a hurry and waved to him with a smile.

After reporting to the principal's office again, this feeling became even more obvious.

Song Yiran sat in the classroom and opened the textbook, not because he wanted to study, but because he wanted to block some sight with the book.

——From inside the classroom, to outside the window...

Many students kept looking back at him with excited expressions, which reminded Song Yiran of the scene when he first came to Cheng Lin.

"Before Song Jun asked for leave, they thought that Song Jun had transferred to another school, and now they are very excited to see Song Jun coming back."

The boy with blue hair stood beside him, pursing his lips slightly.

"Song Jun, long time no see, welcome back."

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"I heard...Aran is back?"

"Is Ah Ran finally back from the tennis U-17 base... that's great!"

"The group of people in the class are going crazy... They should have come back early in the morning."

In the gymnasium, discussions continued to ring out, and even Reiko Aida couldn't stop it.

Early in the morning, Aida Reiko heard that many fans of Song Yiran were discussing excitedly in her class.

As early as the game Seirin lost to Senizumi Makan, the Internet exploded.

Under everyone's estimation, with Seirin's strength this year, he should be able to enter the finals of the national competition. Except for the former miraculous captain Akashi Seijuro and Luoshan, where the five generals without a championship are located, they don't think Seirin Rin will be eliminated early.

However, when they heard that Seirin lost to Izumikan in the finals of the Tokyo Division, their first reaction when they heard this was——

--is that a lie! ?

Although Izumikan is an established and strong team, but if Seirin can win against Tong Huang, where Aomine Daiki is, there should be absolutely no... possibility of losing, right?

"Are you kidding me, Song Yiran didn't play?"

This is the voice of everyone.

Whether it was Song Yiran's fans or the technical personnel who watched the game, they were deeply puzzled that Song Yiran did not play.

Moreover, Song Yiran did not appear in the next two games.

In the end, Tonghuang, who lost only one game, entered the national competition as No.1 in the Tokyo division, but Seirin stopped there.

There were overwhelming doubts, because only a few people knew that Song Yiran went to the tennis U-17 base for training, so many people expressed shock and worry about the fact that he did not play.

Even according to Cheng Lin’s students, Song Yiran did not come to Cheng Lin’s class again. Although the head teacher insisted that it was a personal leave, the people in the basketball department did not say a word, making a large number of Song Yiran’s fans mistakenly think that he has returned to China and transferred to another school.

Until a photo circulated on the Internet again.

It was a somewhat blurry photo, and it seemed that due to the shake of the person who took the photo, the figure was not so clear.

However, the smiling silhouette of the black-haired boy in the picture seemed to evoke the deepest beauty in people's hearts. clear.

——How could he... be so good-looking...

The background of the shooting was still in Seirin's campus, and the time was this morning, which suddenly touched the minds of fans and netizens who browsed the web at will.

"Song Shen is still sincerely ahhhhhh—"

"I really envy Seirin's students, let's form a team and transfer schools!?"

"Seirin's Zhongshan uniform matches Song Shen so well, I really want to take off Song Shen's coat hehehe..."

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Thinking of these similar rumors, Aida Reiko sighed helplessly.

"I really don't know what they are exaggerating. Isn't it just a pair of eyes, a nose and a mouth, isn't it just a little better than ordinary people? Really, it has brought so much attention to our basketball team..."

Complaints are complaints, the brown-haired girl will not admit it, and she misses him very much.

Feeling that those playful bastards had finally calmed down abnormally, Aida Reiko looked back, and as expected, she found that the black-haired boy was leaning against the light against the door frame, smiling slightly, but it was so beautiful that it made people startled .

"—Everyone, I'm back."

The heart was filled at once, and the corners of Aida Reiko's mouth could not help but curl up.

"Aran, welcome back."

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"He is Song Yiran."

Touching his nose, feeling the stunned looks of the juniors around him, Kiyoshi Tehei, the founder of the Seirin basketball club, looked up at the front.

Muji Teping was tall and looked extraordinarily stable, and the resolute expression in his eyebrows and eyes showed his tenacity.

"It doesn't look like a kid who plays basketball very well."

Muji Tehei scratched his head and walked out of the team. During the period of his return, he was familiar with Seirin's current style of play, knew Seirin's true strength, and had a strong curiosity about Song Yiran's leading role.

A player who can improve morale and influence the entire team through his own aura - can be said to be a well-deserved trump card.

Standing in front of Song Yiran, looking at the young man's beautiful eyebrows, Muji Teping smiled innocently and stretched out his hand to shake him lightly.

Muji Teping's palm was unusually wide. He suddenly increased his strength and did not let go.

"Tieping!?"

"senior!?"

Song Yiran narrowed his eyes slightly, and also grabbed him back, clamping the opponent's palm with a force that didn't match Xiuzhi's appearance.

Not long after, the man laughed, his laughter was extremely hearty, breaking the somewhat stagnant atmosphere.

"It's pretty good...is Song Yiran right?"

Kiyoshi Teppei looked at the black-haired boy with interest, and said softly, "Want to have a one-on-one with me?"