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

After he came back from the beach camp, Tetsuya Kuroko's skills were known by Seirin's main selection.

"Heizi can shoot a three-pointer that disappears...?"

"It's really incredible!"

Song Yiran smiled and told Seirin and everyone that Heizi won a ball against Qingfeng Daihui, and the way they looked at Heizi had changed.

#Oh my god, is this still our weak little sunspot#

There was inconceivable amazement in everyone's eyes, Heizi felt as if he had mutated in their eyes, he looked helplessly at the black-haired boy in the crowd with a smile in his eyes, he should have been a little annoyed, but in his heart he just wanted to The remaining soft emotions may be because seeing Song Yiran's bright and clear eyes, and even Hei Zizhe's pursed lips melted under the slightly rippling smile marks.

—Forget it...as long as Song Jun is happy.

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"Hmm... Ran Zai is back?"

Atsushi Murasakihara usually doesn't pay much attention to information, but he sets a person's phone as special attention, he is chewing something in his mouth, and said somewhat vaguely.

To be precise, Atsushi Ziyuan said that he only met Song Yiran once, but in some respects, this burly young man with a height of more than two meters has a pure and transparent heart, and he feels that Song Yiran's clean aura is very comfortable to get along with, so There is a kind of straightforward affection like a child.

Since he added Song Yiran's number, Zi Yuandun often sent some pictures of similar food. Although Song Yiran sometimes couldn't reply in time, he always responded politely.

"Dun, why do you like to come to Chinese restaurants recently?"

The handsome boy with a tear mole under his right eye looked helplessly at Atsushi Ziyuan who was trying to learn how to eat mapo tofu with his mouth puffed out.

"You obviously don't like it, so don't eat it."

He watched Atsushi Ziyuan frowning and sticking out his tongue, but he still swallowed the tofu wrapped in a layer of spicy oil, and couldn't help persuading him.

"Hmm..." The purple-haired boy drank the lemonade on the table in one gulp, "Shizi, I must finish it."

"—Because, this is what Ranzai likes."

Hearing this, Bingshi Chen also grasped an important point, "Ranzi? Are you learning to eat spicy food for a person?"

Atsushi Murasakihara nodded, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he put the phone in front of Himuro Tatsuya in a showy manner, "This is Ranzai."

On the slightly lit screen was a scene of a black-haired boy sitting on the sofa.He was wearing an ordinary pure black T-shirt, but his tall and straight figure was completely outlined. The boy tilted his head slightly, as if he was listening to the whispers of the red and black hair boy beside him.

Himuro Tatsuya was startled by the young man's beautiful face at first, but he was attracted by the tall and strong young man beside him.

——That's... tiger! ?

Himuro Chen also stretched out his left hand to hold the phone.

"Hmm...does Shizai know Ranzai too?"

The purple-haired boy asked in a daze. After all, Bingshichen has always been a person with little emotional fluctuations. It is indeed not normal to suddenly show such an expression on his face.

"Nothing, Don."

Himuro Chen also adjusted his expression all of a sudden, he put the chopsticks in his hand aside, "Is that Ranzi you mentioned... a student of Seirin?"

"Nanzai is Seirin's first grader and also on the basketball team. Besides, Ranzai seems to be very strong..."

The purple-haired boy thought for a while and said seriously.

"Cheng Rin..."

The tearful boy narrowed his eyes.

Yangquan and Seirin are not in the same competition area, so he doesn't know much about Seirin, except that when I first entered Vulcan University, he checked the information of Seirin's basketball club. But not outstanding.

"So that's how it is, this year's Seirin, has he ever defeated Emperor Tong..."

He looked at the teenagers flying in the online video, pursed his lips, and the fighting spirit in his heart was quietly ignited.

After Atsushi Ziyuan swept away the mapo tofu, he was still playing with the spoon in boredom, but when he turned his head inadvertently, he saw a person.

This is really a very strange thing.

Obviously the distance is not close, the crowd is bustling and constantly flowing, the boy's stature is not so tall as to stand out from the crowd, but you can see him so clearly.When he stays in your eyes, all the people around seem to become phantoms, and his figure is constantly enlarged, gradually filling up all your thoughts.

——That's it...almost irrationally encroaching.

His black hair hung down softly, covered by the brim of the hat, and his fair face looked very soft in the sun, which made Murasakihara think of extremely delicious food.

Atsushi Ziyuan's eyes gradually deepened, and his Adam's apple moved slightly.

—Ranzi, it looks really delicious.

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"Playing street basketball? Well, I've always been interested in the style of street basketball."

The weekend Seirin and the others came back from the beach, they decided to play street basketball.

Song Yiran wore earphones on his ears and a black baseball cap, which covered his face slightly.

Although the fanaticism of those fans had faded after the national competition in summer, he still made some disguises to avoid trouble.

It's just that some people... even so, he is so conspicuous as if he was shining, as if in a misty mist, his beautiful face that was not completely covered was as bright as if a mist had been blown away , Let the morning dew in the mountains and forests be illuminated by the sun with dazzling colors.

On the court, Song Yiran is trying to understand Qingfeng Dahui's casual sense of the ball. He wears headphones and plays while listening to music. He tries to play the game in a very relaxed manner, even though... on the losing side It seemed like a blatant sarcasm.

After defeating two street teams in succession, Song Yiran frowned in disappointment, it was completely different from what he had imagined.

Not to mention the comparison with Aomine Daiki, there is no comparison with any team in the Tokyo Division in the national competition.

Just when they were about to leave, a faintly excited voice came.

"Of course!"

The purple-haired boy stopped in front of them. Due to his anxiety, Atsushi Ziyuan didn't even realize that there was even a little spicy oil stain on the corner of his mouth.

Even if he is a big man of more than two meters, even if he is not malicious, standing in front of all Seirin's players only makes people feel a strong sense of oppression.

However, after meeting Song, the oppressive feeling completely disappeared.

"Ranzi, it's really you~"

The purple-haired boy lowered his head and approached him as obediently as a giant dog.

"Hello, Murasakihara-kun."

Song Yiran nodded, and took a step back slightly. When they first met, Atsushi Ziyuan hugged him and rubbed his cheeks, which left a deep impression on him.

"Ranzi, are you playing games too?"

The purple-haired boy looked at Song Yiran's barely sweating face, and then glanced at the sincere players.

——It seems that they have all become stronger.

Atsushi Murasakihara, who was extremely intuitive, realized this, but yawned lazily.

"Is he... Atsushi Murasakihara from one of the generations of miracles?"

Everyone in Seirin looked at the purple-haired boy in surprise, and they were eager to compete with him.

"Why are you all so full of fighting spirit... Basketball is obviously very boring."

He rubbed his hair, not interested in the game at all, but his eyes lit up, "Ranzi, I know a very delicious dessert shop... Don't play basketball, I also know the Chinese restaurants here very well , I can take you to eat ~ I want Yue Ranzai to eat all the delicious food."

"And I have experienced it specially. I can lead Ranzai, and Ranzai can tell me whatever he wants to eat."

Atsushi Murasakihara said, looking at him with those clean eyes, releasing his kindness straightforwardly like a child.

"Please don't be so willful, Murasakihara-kun."

The blue-haired boy said seriously, and pressed Atsushi Ziyuan.

Atsushi Ziyuan was startled, and when he looked back, it was his former teammate, Tetsuya Heizi.

"I haven't seen him for some days, and Hei Zai's sense of existence is even lower." Atsushi Ziyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the slender arm that was pressed on his arm.

"What do you mean, black boy?"

"I just don't want you to disturb Song Jun."

When they were about to argue, the handsome young man with a tear mole rushed over.

"Dun, you ran away suddenly before paying the bill... I almost couldn't find you all at once."

He paused in his footsteps, looking at Song Yiran who was sandwiched between Atsushi Ziyuan and another boy with aqua blue hair. Even though he had seen many good-looking teenagers, Bingshichen couldn't help sighing, Song Yiran was almost A breathtakingly bright face.

"Hello...you are Dun's friend, Song Yiran?"

Slightly stretching out his hand, Himuro Tatsuya's smile looked extremely gentlemanly and gentle.

As soon as their hands touched, Himuro Tatsuya saw the red-and-black hair boy with a somewhat indifferent expression again, and he sighed softly, "Long time no see, big me."

The author has something to say: Little Theater

Atsushi Murasaki: I can lead Ranzai to eat all the delicious food~

Vulcan Taime: I will cook all the delicious food for Aran to eat!

Akashi Seijuro: I can buy all tasteful shops.

Aomine Daiki: ...

Shintaro Midorima: ...

Kise Ryota: ...

Kuroko Tetsuya:……

#On all possibilities of gourmet strategy#