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

Muji Teping held Song Yiran's hand at once, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was so contagious that he couldn't help being stunned.

——Is this... the founder of Seirin's basketball club?

According to Aida Reiko's description, this is an extremely enthusiastic and cheerful man. Song Yiran has always had a good impression of such a character.

"You're too impatient... Tieping."

The chestnut-haired girl immediately rolled her eyes, and ran between them, blocking Muyoshi Teppei's hand.

"Ah Ran has just come back, and he hasn't done recovery exercises yet, so he's going to be one-on-one as soon as he comes... This is too exaggerated."

"Ah...that's right."

Kiyoshi Teppei scratched his head and walked back to the team.

The first grade and the second grade were having an intra-team competition. Song Yiran temporarily sat on the rest bench, watching Muji Teping's dribbling method, and slightly raised his eyebrows.

"The wide palm that is different from ordinary people... It is really a great advantage to completely put the basketball under your own control..."

Song Yiran felt the strength of the man and the coverage of the palm just after holding hands with Muji Tieping. He stroked his fingers, compared them with each other, and analyzed lightly.

and……

Song Yiran looked away, looking at the inconspicuous blue-haired boy on the field.

Maybe it's the second opening of the sea of ​​consciousness, Song Yiran is now able to pinpoint the location of Heizi accurately, and he has a deeper understanding of everyone's aura.

Looking at it, Song Yiran frowned.

"Is it my illusion... Azhe's style of play has changed a little?"

The black-haired boy muttered.

To be precise, I am trying a new style of play, so I am a little unskilled and have a high error rate.

"That's right."

Aida Reiko who was at the side said with a smile, and flipped open the notebook, "Heizi is indeed breaking through herself."

After losing to Izumikan by a big score and losing two games in a row, Seirin had some internal conflicts, and the returning Kiyoshi Tehei resolved it perfectly.

"At that time, Vulcan and Kuroko had some disagreements... Vulcan thought that the reason Seirin would lose was that his offensive power was not strong enough, and he hoped that he could continue to become stronger and become as strong as Aran. The mentality of playing alone has affected Heizi."

Koganei sighed, thinking of the sad and stubborn look of Vulcan at that time——

"A large part of the responsibility for Seirin's loss lies with me...I didn't play the power forward position well, it was all because of me."

At that time, the man with red and black hair was scratching his hair, his voice choking.

Thinking of this, Aida Reiko's smile also slowly disappeared, and her originally bent eyes narrowed slightly, "That guy, Vulcan, was just playing tricks at the time! But... Kuroko's problem is actually bigger."

"……question?"

"Aran, do you know anything about the sight-guiding that Heizi learned before?"

Aida Reiko asked.

"I know that Zhe completely gave up the other skills of basketball...using his low presence, he perfectly created passes that would disappear."

The black-haired boy looked at the beating figure of Heizi, and said softly.

"However, I don't agree with such an absolute skill."

Song Yiran's heart shuddered slightly when he thought of Akashi's slightly narrowed eyes of different colors and his cold and hard expression - that was a kind of oppressive force that controlled everything and was superior.

"Tieping and your opinion... are exactly the same."

The chestnut-haired girl sighed.

Song Yiran narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the blue-haired boy who was thrown on the field and worked hard silently, for some reason, he suddenly felt indescribably distressed.

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After school, everyone in the basketball club wanted to take Song Yiran outside to celebrate, but found that the black-haired boy was no longer there.

"coach……?"

Aida Reiko knew about Song Yiran's movements, but she shook her head and didn't say much, "Aran left beforehand."

"Ahhh, Ah Ran finally came back, but he left so quickly on the first day!"

"How could it be like this... I wanted to surprise Ah Ran!"

Everyone let out a howl.

While no one else was paying attention, the boy with red and black hair secretly sent a message.

After receiving Song Yiran's promise that he would go home later but would definitely go home, Vulcan gripped the phone tightly and smirked again.

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Near a street basketball court not far from Seirin, there was a terrible rumor that people who passed by there at night would pass quickly as if they were frightened. There will always be the sound of a basketball landing on the basketball court, but no one is there, which makes many people feel creepy.

This weird voice is naturally not a ghost.

The boy with water-blue hair pursed his lips and patted the ball lightly, extremely jerky. His dribbling posture was not the same as other players' familiarity and sophistication. ridiculous.

"Azhe—"

A clear voice sounded from behind the blue-haired boy, and the ball in Heizi Tetsuya's hand slipped and fell to the ground. He swayed to one side and stopped near a pair of black sneakers.

Moving his gaze upwards slightly, the white ankles above the black shoes are particularly itchy in the night, and the basketball seems to be bewitched by this alluring scene, and he is so attached to it that he refuses to leave.

The black-haired boy smiled slightly, wearing a black hoodie, which was obviously the most common street ball outfit, but the black material contrasted sharply with his white skin, and his black hair was smooth Drooping down, the pair of brows and eyes that seemed unapproachable, somewhat cold and gorgeous, gave off a soft flavor.

"Song Jun... is Song Jun?"

Heizi's face was covered by the thick darkness, and he looked a little dazed.

The black-haired boy walked over slowly, and held Heizi's wrist, with a complicated smile on his face, "I've noticed a long time ago... During the school's team training, there is something wrong with your posture, Zhe. … If you continue to train like this, your wrist will be injured.”

"..." The boy with water-blue hair was held obediently by the other party, without any sign of breaking free. He looked at Song Yiran with those clear eyes, and asked softly, "Song Jun, why are you here?" ? Didn’t I have something to leave first…”

"how to say."

Song Yiran sighed softly, the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

"I'm still... very worried about you."

"Worried about me?" Hei Zizhe also asked.

Song Yiran bent down, picked up the basketball on the side, and just raised one hand slightly like this, a hollow ball appeared accurately.

——Perfect... like a miracle.

The sound of the basketball falling on the ground seemed to have completely awakened the young man who hadn't spoken much just now. Heizi pursed his lips, and suddenly pulled his hand to break free.

"Yeah... everyone is so good."

The originally bright eyes suddenly dimmed, and Heizi said softly, "Whether it's Lord Qingfeng, Lord Vulcan, or Lord Song... they are all so outstanding."

"I shouldn't have played basketball in the first place. At Teiko, if Akashi-kun hadn't asked me to specialize in passing because of my low presence ability, I... I'm afraid I wouldn't be qualified to be Teiko's main choice."

He squatted down slightly, hugged his knees with his hands, looked at the night sky, and murmured, "Senior Muji is right, I have entered a misunderstanding now...but——"

"—what else can I do but pass the ball?"

"I can't dribble, I can't shoot, I'm only good at passing. If I can't hold on to the only thing I know... then can I continue to play basketball?"

The black-haired boy listened quietly to Heizi's murmur, then suddenly stretched out his hand, and tapped him lightly on the head, causing Heizi to cover his head.

"Song Jun, what are you doing?"

The water-blue eyes that were originally very moist, now were aroused to some tears, and Hei Zizhe also stood up, obviously with an expressionless face, but Song Yiran could read some grievances.

"I was worried at the time that you would think too much... After all, Ah Zhe often hides his emotions in his heart." The black-haired boy stroked his forehead helplessly, "So after school, after finishing my personal recovery training, I was near the school I searched the stadiums one by one, and I saw that you were training hard..."

"Azhe, you don't have to be so demanding on yourself."

Song Yiran looked up at the somewhat old basketball hoop. It was quite a distance, but it was not difficult for Song Yiran to shoot.

——However, not everyone can be as relaxed as he is.

"Senior Kiyoshi's words are actually just to enlighten you, he doesn't want you to blindly follow Akashi-kun's advice and push yourself into a dead end, but you can't do the opposite, you want to learn other skills desperately in a short time. "

Hearing the extremely gentle words of the black-haired boy, Hei Zizhe didn't know why, but looked at him stubbornly, and retorted, "But Song Jun did it."

"Song Jun can do it, so can I."

As if emphasizing it, Hei Zizhe also said seriously.

Looking at the young man's round eyes that seemed to be forced to support, Song Yiran raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hands, and pulled Heizi's cheek vigorously, until those water-blue eyes stared at him round and round, and the bright eyes were stained a little. Embarrassed, Song Yiran let go of his hand.

"Azhe is really...why do you have to compare yourself with others?"

The black-haired boy stretched out his slender fingertips again, and gently scratched Heizi's somewhat reddened face, causing a fine itching on his cheeks. He held Song Yiran's hand.

"Because it's Mr. Song."

Heizi looked at Song Yiran fixedly, and said, "I don't want to be too far away from Mr. Song... I want to stop not far away from Mr. Song. As long as I can be behind Mr. Song, I will be very happy. I think Looking at Song Jun... step by step, he won the basketball championship."

"You are wrong, Ah Zhe, we are together."

The black-haired boy clenched his hand and smiled softly, "Let's win the Winter Cup together."

Feeling some small scratches on Heizi's palm, the black-haired boy lowered his eyes slightly, "So don't worry, Ah Zhe, there are still a few months, you want to break through... I will also practice with you .”

"—Take your time, I will always be with you."

Under the gentle night wind, Heizi stared blankly at Song Yiran's clear eyes, and couldn't help thinking of a few months ago, in the same place, he first rejected himself who was determined to win, but then tactfully enlightened him. Heizi couldn't stand the gentleness under the cold eyebrows.

Hei Zizhe also felt that the palm of his hand was slowly, slowly heating up.

He faltered with a "hmm", wanting to hide his face in the night, but his flushed cheeks couldn't be covered at all.

Their shadows gradually elongated and merged into one, but none of them saw it. A tall, slender boy with yellow hair looked at all this with a dark complexion, peeping from the corner, like a sculpture left behind in the world.

The author has something to say: Erhuang: I originally wanted to catch Xiao Yiran and Xiao Vulcan, but I saw Xiao Heizi... This is a suffocating operation