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

After the hot spring camp, even Heizi knew about it.

His complexion still had that paralyzed look, but the richer azure deep in his eyes revealed Heizi's true thoughts at this time.

"Even Lord Qingfeng...doing this kind of thing to Jun Song is really unforgivable."

Hei Zizhe also murmured, clenched his hands.

In the dead of night, the black-haired boy slept soundly. When he was sleeping, his eyelashes trembled slightly, like a beautiful and quiet picture under the moonlight.

Hei Zizhe couldn't sleep either, so he sat up and got out of bed. Seeing that Song Yiran was sleeping peacefully, he couldn't help stretching out his hand to gently hold Song Yiran's fingertips.

The expression on his face suddenly softened, Heizi leaned down and kissed Song Yiran's forehead.

"Song Jun... what a dream."

"I'm still worried and want to deal with some things."

The voice of the blue-haired boy was extremely soft, he got up and left, closing the door behind him.

And at the moment the door closed, Song Yiran opened his eyes and touched his forehead with a complicated expression.

"It's so late, Ah Zhe, what do you want to do?"

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On the basketball court by the sea, Aomine Daiki twirled the basketball around his fingertips. The seaside wind was slightly chilly, but he was still wearing a thin black T-shirt.

——He is now so excited that he can't feel the cold weather at all.

Aomine Daiki spun the ball a little bored, and couldn't help but think of the scene at the hot spring just now.

The handsome boy got up and left expressionlessly, but the black-haired boy didn't know that his blushing cheeks stained by anger were a hundred times more attractive to Qingfeng than Xiao Mai.

In fact, Aomine Daiki didn't know where he got the courage to do it, and he fell for it as soon as his brain got hot.

Although he often reads some pornographic magazines, and also relieves his desires in private, Aomine Daiki is still relatively simple in terms of feelings. He has never been in a relationship, and he has no definite favorite person before, so he puts almost all his focus on it. On to the basketball.

——Song Yiran... was the first person of his age to develop a special affection for him.

It can be said that if he was really asked to approach Song Yiran in a way other than playing around, he would feel a little embarrassed instead.

— such as... courting, hugging, or kissing.

Thinking of the chance to kiss the black-haired boy, Aomine Daiki suddenly fell into a state of mindlessness.

However, for True Love White Paper Aomine Daiki, all this is just a thought.

"Really... It messed with me and made me unable to sleep at all... Song Yiran."

Aomine Daiki frowned, rubbed the center of his brows, and felt an indescribable heat rising up in his heart. He threw the basketball high into the basket at an unbelievable angle.

"I seem to... really like you a little bit."

Qingfeng Dahui murmured, his expression became unpredictable in the night wind.

He didn't care about the basketball that fell on the ground, as if he had fallen into a ridiculous and unspeakable nightmare.

Aomine Daiki didn't even feel that the basketball was picked up by someone else.

"Mr. Qingfeng."

The boy with blue hair was holding the ball, his expression was as indifferent as an unpredictable cloud.

Only then did Aomine Daihui slowly come back to his senses, he looked back and couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"Zhe, why are you?"

"it's me."

The boy with water-blue hair stared at him closely, the eyes that were originally immature in Aomine Daiki's memory finally became sharper.

It's like a cub, growing up slowly, showing sharp claws for the things it wants to protect.

"Long time no see, Aomine-kun."

Hei Zizhe pressed the basketball tightly with both hands, took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Qingfeng, please have a one-on-one game with me."

"……what?"

Aomine Dahui was stunned, he suddenly bent his lips and laughed, the laughter was not ironic - Aomine Dahui really felt that this sounded a little ridiculous.

"Did I hear you right, Zhe...you want to have a one-on-one with me?"

Aomine Daiki looked at Heizi's still serious and stubborn face, and finally stopped smiling.

Whether it's Kuroko Tetsuya's below-average physical fitness, or his basketball skills... nothing can compare to Aomine Daiki.

"Stop joking, Zhe."

Aomine Daiki scratched his head impatiently, "You are not an offensive player at all... To put it bluntly, it is better than one-on-one. Any passable Japanese high school player can stop you. What are you doing?"

"If Seirin was stimulated because he didn't make it to the qualifying stage, he should practice his passing and beat us next time."

Qingfeng Dahui said, thinking that Seirin's overall strength has risen to a higher level, if the next matchup, maybe the team will not only become the background board for him and Song Yiran——

——This is probably what Heizi wanted...the so-called coordinated basketball style.

"I really want to see Aomine-kun prove his basketball skills, but..."

Hei Zizhe also put on the wristband for himself, his eyes were shining brightly, "But before that, there are more important things."

"More important things?"

Aomine Daiki asked with a frown.

"You disrespect Song Jun so much that you did such a thing to him..."

Heizi's eyes were slightly cold, he looked at his former teammate, and said slowly, "Even if Qingfeng-kun is his former teammate, I will not allow this."

"——I don't allow it, Mr. Song suffers even a little bit of grievance."

"So?" Qingfeng Dahui thought it was extremely funny, and the arc of his mouth was torn apart, "Zhe, you want to be... something like a flower protector? It's a pity, even if it's a one-on-one counterattack, you Not qualified either."

"Simply put, Song Yiran doesn't need anyone to protect him. If he came to me for one-on-one revenge, it wouldn't sound so ridiculous."

The dark-skinned man narrowed his eyes, "What's more...Zhe, what standpoint do you stand for?"

"I like Song Jun, I like it very much."

Hei Zizhe also made all the preparations and spoke his heart out. Under Qingfeng Dahui's dazed gaze, Hei Zi slapped the ball on the ground at an extremely slow speed and dribbled it into the field.

Qingfeng Dahui didn't move at first, until Hei Zizhe was about to get close to the position under the basket, then Qingfeng Dahui quickly tiptoed to Heizi's side.

"Like?? Stop kidding!"

Aomine Daiki seemed to be stimulated by Kuroko's actions, he threw the basketball in Kuroko Tetsuya's hand aside.

"—With your strength, you are not qualified to say you like him."

His eyes darkened as if a ferocious beast had come out of the gate.

And in a corner they didn't expect, the black-haired boy who was talking about came out from the shadows and looked at them thoughtfully.

"Mr. Qingfeng... Ah Zhe?"