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

The scene fell silent, and everyone's brains were stunned by the sudden words of the pink-haired girl.

——she... what does this mean?

"...I don't have a girlfriend."

Song Yiran smiled slightly, but his expression was a little faint.

However, this sentence made some people's eyes light up, and Momoi Wuyue's smile was a little playful, "Then, Xiao Ran, what do you think of me?"

With these words, the atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point.

Everyone present looked at Momoi Wuyue with weird eyes, although her appearance was also extremely gentle and charming, when she was wearing a school uniform of tonghuang blue-green knitted sweater, the white shirt lined with it outlined her beautiful curves It must be seen at a glance. It should be said that this is indeed a very beautiful girl.

but……

Even in real life, how fanatical Song Yiran's fans are, they have never confessed to Song Yiran face to face, and at most put their thoughts in the envelope and the network wearing a mask.

Maybe it's because of his exuberant appearance, and in front of strangers, his expression is gentle and detached. This kind of intoxicating temperament will only make people think that he should be sitting high on the clouds. On the road, watching everyone's madness with cold eyes, unmoved.

——How can it be, how can you be willing to let such a young man... be trapped by love?

——He should... be fanatically admired by the world, instead of being with an ordinary girl easily?

Everyone present couldn't help holding their breath until the dark-haired boy's words came.

"Sorry, Momoi-san."

The dark-haired boy's eyes were very clear, and his words slowed down slightly, "I'm now...not going to think about emotional matters."

Those few thoughts were obviously unable to hide things, for example, Kagami Taiga and Aomine Daiki immediately breathed a sigh of relief, Midorima Shintaro turned his head and "hummed" without silver 300 taels here, and the others also looked relieved , his expression calmed down.

Momoi Wuyue looked at the black-haired boy, she has always been a calm and smart girl, reason told her that the possibility of Song Yiran accepting someone else's confession under the current situation is not very high, but maybe this warm sun is too deceptive , as soon as her heart became hot, she subconsciously showed some good feelings.

"That's it... Then it seems that this idiot Ah Da has a chance~"

She narrowed her beautiful light cherry eyes, and covered up her disappointment with a smile.

"Hey, hey, hey - Wuyue, what are you talking about again!?"

Aomine Daiki felt that he was much more frightened this day than in the past, he ignored the little joy in his heart, raised his eyebrows high, and put on a vicious look.

Momoi Wuyue teased him with a light voice, "Don't get excited, Da... I mean, you have more time to spend one-on-one with Xiaoran."

"Oh... No need, I don't mind! I don't care who he dates!"

Aomine Daiki's face flushed a little, but because he was born dark, he couldn't see anything.

In such a chaotic scene, Tetsuya No. [-], who was obediently hiding in Heizi's arms, moved his ears, as if he didn't like such a noisy scene, he jumped to the ground while his master wasn't paying attention, and yelled softly, Made a cute little milk sound, and ran away all at once.

In the end, the farce ended with the Shiba Inu fleeing again, and Seirin and everyone went to find it.

After watching the back of the black-haired boy leaving, Midorima Shintaro turned his face slightly, staring at his former junior high school companion, his eyes were cold, "Aomine, no matter what, I will not lose."

This twisted young man finally vaguely realized that if he kept looking forward and backward, then maybe many things would not go as he wished.

——If you don't do everything, the natural destiny will not favor you.

—Whether it’s basketball, or… him.

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In the room, Hei Zizhe also hugged the wet little Shiba Inu in his arms. He gently rubbed the head of the little Shiba Inu. The little Shiba Inu shrunk into a cute ball without energy. Hei Zi took a towel to help wipe it stand up.

Although this little Shiba Inu has relatively short and round limbs, it runs very fast. If Song Yiran hadn't been very skilled, he still couldn't catch it in the end.

Just now, Hei Zizhe also spent a lot of effort to help the little Shiba Inu take a bath, and he was a little wet. The black-haired boy plugged in the plug of the hair dryer and turned on the button. The blue hair blows away.

Heizi's hand tightened immediately, and the little Shiba Inu whimpered, he couldn't care less about the dumpling in his hand now, his eyes widened, and he looked at Song Yiran, "Song Jun...you?"

With slender fingers, he pushed Heizi's hair away, revealing those eyes that were so moist, as if soaked by dew in the mountains and forests.

Feeling that Hei Zizhe was also avoiding slightly, Song Yiran patted his head and said softly, "Hey, don't move."

The blue-haired boy stopped moving all of a sudden, and sat down obediently like a primary school student. Although his delicate face was still expressionless, there was a little nervousness and shyness in his eyes, which made Song Yiran touch it again. The hair on his forehead.

"Don't just take care of Tetsuya No. [-], your hair is still wet, Ah Zhe."

Heizi said "um", his moist eyes were almost the same as the little milk dog in his arms, which made Song Yiran feel more pity.

The voice of the black-haired boy couldn't help softening. He moved his hands very gently. While stroking Heizi's hair with his fingers, he lifted the hair dryer to a suitable position. The warm wind gusts made Heizi's heart feel numb.

"Jun Song..."

"Ok?"

Song Yiran's hand stopped, because... his finger was gently held by the blue-haired boy, his little finger was slightly hooked, but the boy still looked innocent, hanging his head silently, letting Song Yiran rubbed his hair.

"Song Jun... is actually very gentle."

When Song Yiran was about to end, Heizi said softly, looking up at Song Yiran, "If Mr. Song has always been so kind to others, then that person will definitely misunderstand."

"—I might misunderstand... Jun Song... I like him very much."

The black-haired boy turned off the hair dryer, and then wiped the remaining moisture in Heizi's hair with a clean towel. Song Yiran felt Heizi's obedience, his heart softened, and he couldn't help but smiled slightly, "I like it very much. Heizi."

"—and... I'm only as good as the friends I consider."

Heizi's eyes darkened slightly, and the strength on his little finger suddenly increased.

——But, I... don't want to be your friend at all, Song Jun.

Thinking that maybe there will be more beautiful and charming girls like Momoi-san in the future, when they confess to Song Jun again, if Song Jun's thoughts change at that time... He stands on the standpoint of a friend, He could only watch Song Jun go further and further away helplessly.

His heart was filled with a weak and delicate throbbing pain.

"Song Jun." Hei Zizhe also took a deep breath suddenly, with a serious expression, "After we win the Winter Cup together, I have something to tell you."

——At that time, I must, like Momoi-san, tell you very seriously that I... really admire you.

——I... like you, I like you very much.

"it is good."

The black-haired boy slightly bent his lips, and under the warm light, his facial features looked extremely soft, "It must be, Ah Zhe."

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After a short rest, there will be high-intensity training. Seirin's team is originally cooperative, and their abilities are slowly improving, especially Vulcan and Kuroko.

Vulcan Dago's jumping ability is extremely high, even better than Song Yiran and Miracle's generations.The red-and-black-haired boy has a lot of extra practice every day, and wants to combine this potential with his slam dunk skills.At least Song Yiran now feels that Vulcan... really has the possibility of surpassing miracles, even though it still seems extremely small.

With the gradual recovery of energy, Song Yiran has been able to re-enter the sea of ​​consciousness. In his mind, the clear sea area has been intertwined with the water of the underworld. It is not billowing and muddy, but a kind of blood red. The thoroughness is like flowing agate.

He kept walking in the water, and stopped in front of the gate of ghosts filled with white bones. When Song Yiran stretched out his hand, his arm passed through easily, and he could only touch a piece of illusion.

——The sea of ​​consciousness... Is it merging with the power of Hades?

After waking up, Song Yiran also seriously thought about this power, but he felt at a loss. In the end, he could only take one step at a time and keep this problem in his heart.

During the practice, the cooperation between Song Yiran and Cheng Lin was still full of tacit understanding. He also found that sometimes, without him deliberately slowing down, Cheng Lin's teenagers could already follow up easily.

——Everyone is slowly becoming stronger in a place where they cannot see.

This can also be seen in the competition training with Xiude and Tonghuang.

Song Yiran, Aomine Daiki, and Midorima Shintaro sat on the sidelines, looking at the two teams that were out of order.The two teams playing the game each draw a certain number of people proportionally from the school teams of the three schools, and rotate after four or 10 minutes, so that the high-intensity game will last for a whole day.

Out of some unspoken idea, the coaches of the three parties asked to replace the ace, and the other people who were not selected did not sit next to Song Yiran and the others, as if a clear line had been drawn.

—Maybe...the light of those three people was too dazzling.If you want to sit next to them, the pressure... I can't imagine it at all.

The green-haired boy observed the situation on the field with calm eyes. In the eyes of Shintaro Midorima, Seirin has already become a certain threat.If the two sides meet again next time, even if Song Yiran is not present, they may not necessarily win.

"It's so boring..." Qingfeng Dahui shrugged lazily, he looked at Song Yiran with his chin propped up, and the corner of his mouth was smiling, "Hey, Song Yiran, shall we go one-on-one?"

Before Song Yiran could answer, the green-haired boy slightly raised his right hand and made a shooting gesture, "It's been a long time since I played a long-distance three-point game with anyone. What do you think, Song Yiran?"

Song Yiran: ...

"It seems that Xiaolu and Ada's wishes cannot be realized."

Momoi Wuyue was wearing a light-colored gauze dress, and even though the weather was cool, she was still wearing a short skirt, making her look more youthful and energetic.

Holding a basket of laundry in her hand, the corner of her mouth smiled slightly, "After all...tonight is a good time to bathe in the hot spring~"

"Hot spring bath!?"

Someone was already exclaiming. The pink-haired girl blinked slightly, looked at Song Yiran, and smiled slightly.

"Xiaoran, I'm looking forward to seeing you in tight underwear."

"—it must be very cute."