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

"Ahhh——" Huang Lai returned home, rolling on the bed, constantly looking at the text messages on the phone.

"Damn...why didn't Xiao Yiran reply to me..."

I went to many places with Song Yiran yesterday. They were all very good-looking young people. Huang Lai was handsome, and when they walked together, he was able to bring out the brilliance of Song Yiran's appearance, which attracted countless passers-by to exclaim.

"Xiao Yiran... Has anyone said that you are too good-looking." Huang Lai complained jokingly.

"Could it be, aren't they all looking at Huang Lai-kun?" Song Yiran knew that Huang Lai was a model, and when he looked at Huang Lai's appearance, he didn't have much reaction to the judgment of his appearance, and he felt a little cold in this regard.

——In other words, Song Yiran is very aware that he looks good, but he is not very sensitive to realize how good-looking he is.

——Compared with his face, he paid more attention to Kise's height of nearly 1.9 meters.

He feels that it is easier to dunk when tall...

"Hey? Do I look good in Xiao Yiran's heart?" Huang Lai touched his face, feeling sincerely satisfied.

"But, I think Xiao Yiran is the best person I've ever met." Huang Lai emphasized the word "good", shed her frivolous look, and became extremely serious.

——I seem to like Xiao Yiran a little bit.

"Thank you." Thinking that Huang Lai was joking, Song Yiran took it with a smile.

"The sashimi in this restaurant is very good." Sitting in the exquisitely decorated restaurant, Ryota Huangse greeted the boss with a smile, and recommended it to Song Yiran.

Even though he didn't like Japanese food very much, Song Yiran didn't see anything unusual on the surface, but he started to move as usual.

Picking up a piece of sashimi as thin as a cicada's wings, the black-haired boy squinted his eyes and observed——

——Well, the knife skill is very good.

"Pfft." Huang Lai couldn't help laughing, "Xiao Yiran...don't show such a cute expression, okay?"

"It's so solemn... and there's one more thing... death as home?"

——The more you get in touch, the more you feel the softness of the black-haired boy, which is different from the indifference when you first met.

——It feels... super cute!

"No way." Song Yiran pursed his lips in embarrassment, dipped the sauce and mustard into his mouth.

The tingling sensation that made the scalp tingle exploded from the tip of the tongue and continued to spread.

Song Yiran's thin flesh in his throat is more sensitive than ordinary people, and he can't eat irritating food. He choked up, physical tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and those crystals seemed to be rolling in Huang Lai's heart.

——Extremely weird, Huang Lai was taken aback, the first thing he thought of was not taking out a tissue and handing it to Song Yiran, but——

——I really want to see more...

——Xiao Yiran was crying.

Walking out of the restaurant, Kise said with some guilt: "It turns out that Xiao Yiran can't eat wasabi... If only I noticed earlier..."

His voice was low, a bit like a golden retriever dog beaten by frost, even Song Yiran could see the two drooping ears on his head.

However, Kise thought in his heart——

——Xiao Yiran's crying appearance must be beautiful!

#Super Idiot's Second Trouble#

"Mr. Huang Se."

The sky was dark, covering their figures, only the light was slightly lit, dispelling the chill in the dark.

"I should go home." The black-haired boy said slowly.

"I'll see you off!... Is that okay?" Kise Ryota blurted out, but worried that he was too eager.

Song Yiran turned his head to look at Huang SE. He really thought it was interesting to find Huang SE after getting to know Huang SE well.

"No need, Mr. Huang Lai." Song Yiran said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome...Xiao Yiran." Huang Lai shrank again.

"Kise-kun, I'm very happy today." The black-haired boy couldn't help cursing his hair when he saw Kise's dejected look.

"Though I can't eat wasabi—"

"But I can... it depends on Kise-kun."

——It varies according to Kise-kun...

——In Kise-kun...

—Whoa whoa whoa! ! ? ?

His thoughts slowly returned, and when he returned home, Huang Lai was still rolling on the bed. It was late at night, but he still couldn't fall asleep.

——If things go on like this... Xiao Yiran will definitely look ugly with dark circles under his eyes when he meets Xiao Yiran in the competition tomorrow!

——Go to sleep quickly!

only……

As soon as he closed his eyes, a dark-haired boy with tears in his eyes appeared.

Huang Lai's breathing tightened, and he couldn't help thinking about it.

——If... Xiao Yiran loses tomorrow...

—Will you cry?

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The next day, a bus took Seirin's basketball team to Haichang.

A team of Seirin players came down, and saw Ryota Kise running towards them wearing Kaito's basketball uniform.

"Everyone!" Panting a bit, Kise said with a bright smile, "Welcome to Haichang!"

"...Kise Kise didn't sleep well last night, you have dark circles under your eyes." Heizi said expressionlessly.

"Ugh!?"

"Don't worry about these, let's play one-on-one with me again, Kise!" Huo Shen said.

"Wait, I obviously covered it with powder...Ah, it's not because I was too excited to sleep with Xiao Yiran!" Huang Lai covered his face.

"!!??" Cheng Lin said to everyone.

"You bastard, you actually went out to play with Kise after being on duty yesterday!?" Reiko Aida grabbed Song Yiran and shook her violently.

"Damn, do you have any sense of hostility... If you want to play, you should go out with this coach!" Aida Reiko was indignant, "Aran, you didn't even invite me!"

"That's right, Mr. Song." Heizi looked at Song Yiran quietly.

"Now is not the time to discuss this!" The only captain who was still awake, Hinata Junpei, scratched his head helplessly, but when he turned around, he saw the seniors who were also in the second grade——

"I also really want to go out with Aran!" Xiao Jinjing said excitedly.

"Go out and play... Take a bath in the hot spring." Yi Yuejun became deep in thought, not knowing what he was thinking, and suddenly his face turned red.

"How can we compete!?" by Junpei Hinata who was frantic.

"Hey, hey - don't ignore me!" said the forgotten Kise Ryota.

After a series of ups and downs, Kise Ryota led Seirin and his team to Kaijo Stadium.

"You bastard! Why do you always take your time!" Under Seirin's shocked eyes, a young man with a hedgehog head kicked Kise fiercely.

"Ah! It hurts..." Kise rubbed his thigh with an aggrieved expression.

"Hello, I'm Haichang's captain——Kasamatsu Yukio." The young man turned around to greet Seirin's players, his appearance was calm, his thick eyebrows were raised slightly, but the moment he saw Song Yiran, his eyes widened.

"Senior! Don't stare blankly..." Kise felt a little uncomfortable, and grabbed Yukio Kasamatsu to block his sight.

Yukio Kasamatsu came back to his senses, and reacted and kicked Kise again: "Don't be naughty, get ready!"

Song Yiran watched the scene of them fighting, and also looked at the basketball court blocked by iron nets - half was used as a competition field, and the other half was used for the normal training of first graders.

"I've been looked down upon." The black-haired boy narrowed his eyes slightly, with a dangerous look on his face, and there was a sharp edge in his eyes, which he slowly covered.

"Coach... what's going on!?" Huang Lai Ryota asked Takeuchi Genta suspiciously, seeing Song Yiran not far away with an indifferent expression, he felt a little flustered.

It was a fat man with a solid build. When he turned around, he had sparse beard on his face, his eyes were narrow like slits, and he seemed to have an indescribable sense of shrewdness.

There was some contempt in Takeuchi Genta's eyes, and he explained casually: "It doesn't matter...it's just a practice match anyway, I think with Seirin's strength...there is no need for the whole audience."

——In last year's season, Seirin lost to Kaichang by a big score, and the scene was extremely ugly.

Although a new batch of players and coaches have been changed this year, but...

——An underdog is an underdog.

"But this year's Seirin is completely different!" Kise Ryota's expression became serious, appearing extremely stable and reliable, "As far as I know, this year Seirin has a miraculous generation-level player!"

"Hey!?" Takeuchi was stunned, and then smiled, "Stop joking, Kise. I know that the other four miraculous generations went to various high schools... You are also in our Haichang , where will another generation of miracles suddenly appear?"

——It just popped up out of nowhere...

Huang Lai complained in his heart, fearing that Song Yiran, who had finally been friendly to him, would feel alienated again, so he quickly explained:

"His name is Song Yiran, and he is a talented foreign student from China. Coach, you may not have heard of him before... Because Xiao Yiran became famous in junior high school because of the crazy record breaking of the All-Japan Quiz Competition... Now, Xiao Yiran is a man who is not alone. A super rookie who has just touched basketball, but has a terrifying talent!"

"—I think he will definitely surpass me!"

——He will definitely reach a height that I admire.

"Really or not..." Takeuchi Genta hesitated for a moment, and still believed in his own trump card, so he asked someone to remove the barbed wire in the middle and start cleaning again.

"Who is that Song Yiran?" Wu Neiyuantai asked.

Huang Lailiang smiled proudly, pointing to one place: "That's him—Xiao Yiran is my very good friend!"

Selectively ignoring Kise's words, Takeuchi Genta walked towards Seirin.

"These guys...!" Aida Reiko was a little annoyed, and Houkai Chang's coach came over, looked at Aida Reiko with suspicious eyes for a while, and asked: "I am Kai Chang's coach, Takeuchi Genta. Little girl , are you... the manager of the team? Where is your coach?"

"Sorry, I'm Coach Seirin. I'm Reiko Aida, please give me your advice!" Reiko Aida puffed up her chest without losing her momentum, "What's going on with the stadium?"

Takeuchi Genta smiled honestly: "I'm so sorry... The equipment is being updated... I haven't had time to change it back. Now remove the iron net immediately. Let's have a wonderful game!"

Aida Reiko's complexion gradually became better.

At this moment, he turned around and looked at Seirin's players.

"The direction that Kise pointed to before..." Takeuchi Genta's eyes widened a little, seeing the black-haired boy's eyes downcast indifferently, he just felt as if he was admiring a treasure carved with the painstaking efforts of countless craftsmen.

——With just that one movement, the boy seemed to be illuminated by the lights of the gymnasium.

"Is there something wrong? Haichang's coach." Song Yiran's attitude seemed lukewarm due to the problem of dividing the court before.

"It's okay..." While being amazed, it also aggravated Takeuchi Genta's suspicion.

——A person with such a good appearance... If he really has such a terrible basketball talent, it seems... God is too unfair?

Back at Kaito's coaching bench, Genta Takeuchi said to Ryota Kise: "Kise, don't come out."

"Ahhh? Why... Coach, I really want to fight Xiao Yiran again!" Huang Lai hurriedly said.

"Wait, let me feel the bottom of this Song Yiran first." Takeuchi Gentai said, "After the first quarter, I will let you play."

After Kise asked the coach, he hurried over.

"I'm super sorry, I'm not allowed to play for the time being..." Kise showed a helpless distressed expression, but slowly smiled, "However, if you can't show your strength to be recognized, I can't help it either. "

After a pause, he looked at Kuroko and Kagami: "Little Kuroko, maybe with Seirin's cooperation, the coach will change his mind and let me play earlier~"

In the end, Huang Lai set his sights on Song Yiran, and his light-colored eyes were filled with the gentleness of the early winter sun: "After all, I am super looking forward to the official match with Xiao Yiran."

"I'm looking forward to it too. And..."

"I believe that Kise-kun will be able to return to the game soon."

"—And, it is under the premise that the score is behind."

The corners of Song Yiran's mouth raised slightly, his pupils were full of provocative arrogance.