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

Due to the distance, Song Yiran did not hear what they were talking about.

All he saw was that Aomine Dahui and Hei Zizhe were engaged in a one-on-one duel.

"Azhe...are you serious?"

Song Yiran knows Heizi's style and strength very well. It's not that Heizizhe is weak, but that he is not an offensive player. If he uses his weakest side to meet Qingfeng, the result will undoubtedly be an egg against a stone. as bleak.

He leaned against the tree and watched the game quietly, his whole body seemed to be merged into the night.

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on the basketball court.

The basketball flew out of the court with such force that Heizi's right hand was rubbed and throbbed.

Hei Zizhe also paused, looking at Qingfeng Dahui with a cold face under the night, he felt that his former companion was a little unstable now.

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

Hearing Qingfeng Dahui's words, Hei Zizhe also closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the confusion had faded away.

"I like this kind of emotion, which has nothing to do with basketball strength."

The blue-haired boy said softly, his eyes were so tough, even at this moment, they seemed to be shining.

"—It's like Qingfeng-jun is very strong, but he dare not admit that he likes Song-jun."

"Ha..." Qingfeng Dahui's forehead twitched, "How could I like him!"

"If Lord Qingfeng doesn't like Jun Song, why did you do that kind of thing to him?" Hei Zizhe also asked lightly.

The dark-skinned boy was silent for a while, and then smiled flamboyantly, "You can say whatever you want... I was just on a whim!"

"Whim?"

Hei Zizhe also picked up the ball, his slender body carried a certain strength, "Then... I am very serious."

——I like Song Jun very seriously, very seriously.

Hei Zizhe also lowered his head, and continued to dribble towards Qingfeng.

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The scene was simply one-sided.

Song Yiran watched from the side, he didn't know why Hei Zizhe also challenged Qingfeng Dahui.It's just that, from the present point of view, it is indeed meaningless.

With Aomine Daiki's strength, he could have intercepted Heizi's ball from the very beginning, but he didn't—

——He is like a cat teasing a mouse. He deliberately let Hei Zizhe get under the basket at an extremely slow speed in their eyes. When Hei Zizhe was about to shoot, he sent Heizi Tetsuya's ball in an extremely slow speed. A strong sense of oppression steals, this nonchalant attitude... really makes people angry.

Song Yiran narrowed his eyes, a cold light shone in his black pupils.

However, he understood that if he stood up to defend Heizi at this time, it would only embarrass Heizi.

——After all...one-on-one is a matter between two people, if someone else intervenes, it will be a great disrespect to anyone.

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On the court, the boy with blue hair kept panting heavily. His physical fitness was already below the average level of ordinary people. He supported his knees with his hands and looked at the expressionless Qingfeng Dahui.

"So, why don't you give up, Zhe?"

Aomine Daiki asked indifferently.

"I don't want to give up, whatever it is...I don't want to."

As if it was a pun, Hei Zizhe also said in a deep voice, and he slowly stood up again, but his footsteps were already a little unsteady.

Aomine Daiki was silent for a while, and he suddenly remembered the scene where they practiced shooting together when they were in Teiko. At that time, Kuroko’s skills were also poor, but he still wanted to enter the main selection of the Teiko basketball club. The strength has been preserved.

——It’s just that...the current Kuroko Tetsuya’s purpose is to defeat Aomine Daiki...in order to protect Aomine Daiki who also has some people he likes.

"Sorry, Zhe."

Qingfeng Dahui slowly clenched his fists, thinking of the relatively close relationship between Song Yiran and Heizi, he suddenly wanted to get serious.

"Such a duel is meaningless at all, it is better to fight quickly."

Qingfeng Dahui murmured, and slowly lowered his body, no longer his original lazy appearance, his whole body exuded a dangerous aura.

Aomine Daiki held the ball, crossed his left foot obliquely, and turned around in an instant, which made Hei Zizhe unable to react at once!

As soon as his footsteps stopped, Aomine Daiki threw another goal!

Then... a nightmare.

In just 5 minutes, none of Tetsuya Kuroko's offense could enter the three-point line, but Daiki Aomine has scored more than a dozen goals in a row!

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"Azhe..."

Under the shadow of the tree, Song Yiran waited on the spot. He looked at the blue-haired boy whose breath was a little confused, and couldn't help but tighten his lips.

"If Ah Zhe can successfully demonstrate the trick we practiced in private... even Mr. Qingfeng can't crack it in a short time."

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On the court, Aomine Daiki tossed the ball high again. After the ball entered the basket, he looked at Tetsuya Heizi, who had already lost his strength, and said, "Now, there is no need."

He turned around to leave, "Zhe, you think too well about many things...you are so naive."

Suddenly, Aomine Daiki felt a breeze.

The wind came from not far away, as if it was so subtle that it was covered by the night.

His steps stopped.

——That's not the wind...

--That is……! ?

Aomine Daiki turned his head suddenly, but felt it passing above the tip of his ear, a burst of hot air different from the cold wind on the seashore, which made him suddenly realize...

——That's... the sound of a basketball passing by! ?

When he turned his head, he found that the basketball had lightly reached the top of the basket and fell into the bag.

Light... as if it doesn't exist, it seems to be just an illusion.

But Aomine Daiki clearly understood...

——That's not an illusion, it's an astonishing dynamic vision that can fool him, a goal that can be called magic!

Aomine Dahui stared at the blue-haired boy who was slightly propped on the ground, and the ball that was at his feet had disappeared.

"Zhe... what did you do!?"

Aomine Daiki's expression was quite surprised. He looked at the ordinary blue-haired boy, obviously he looked weak now, but Aomine Daiki knew...the person who can shoot such a basketball...is definitely he!

Hei Zizhe also held his right hand, stood up slowly, with a strangely serious expression.

"It's true that I can't break fast like Aomine-kun... But, under Song Jun's guidance, I used my low presence to dribble and shoot. This is—"

"—the disappearing dribble, the deeper evolution induced by sight."

Seeing the shot whose trajectory could not be seen clearly, Song Yiran on the sidelines finally showed a relieved smile. He knew that Heizi had finally...successfully made a breakthrough.

"Tune my own low sense of presence to basketball, so whether it is dribbling or shooting, basketball seems to disappear, becoming a blind spot in people's perspective."

Lifting the black hair on his forehead slightly, Song Yiran's eyes were soft, "Azhe...it's really great."

He walked out of the shade, and the movement disturbed the two stalemates on the court.

"Song Yiran!?"

"Song Jun...?"

All they could think about was how much the black-haired boy had seen...how much had he heard?

Song Yiran walked into the basketball court and helped the frail Heizi up. The blue-haired boy's eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't believe his arrival.

"Song Jun? You..."

Asking Hei Zizhe to lean on his shoulder, Song Yiran looked at Qingfeng Dahui with a flat voice, "Qingfeng-jun, it's not over yet."

The dark-skinned boy narrowed his eyes.

"What you did this afternoon disgusted me a bit. As a price, if I meet Emperor Tong in the Winter Cup next time, I will definitely not be soft."

Song Yiran said, a slightly cold light flashed in his pupils.

"Heh... I wish I could."

Aomine Daiki looked into the eyes of the black-haired boy, feeling a little complicated in his heart, but still let out a cold snort.

Song Yiran helped Hei Zizhe to their dormitory, but heard a voice from behind.

"...Zhe, you won that ball."

"However, no matter what happens next, I will not lose!"

The corners of Heizi's mouth raised a small arc uncontrollably, but instead he clenched Song Yiran's hand that was holding him, thinking silently:

With Song Jun here, I will not lose.

——Because...he is the light that I really want to follow. I thought that for him, I could always be willing to be a passing shadow and crawl under him.However, it was him who made me take off the shadow coat.

In Heizi's mind, the black-haired boy at that time guided him again, and it was Song Yiran who told him not to be too anxious, and slowly use his own characteristics to create his own shooting skills.

At that moment, he really felt that when the shadow that had been hiding in the crowd for a long time chose to accept the illumination of the light, that feeling...was so warm that his soul would tremble.