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

"A former brother..."

Song Yiran sat on the chair, took off the earphones, and finally became serious.

After Himuro Tatsuya saw Vulcan Taime, he suddenly ignited his fighting spirit. At Himuro Tatsuya's insistence, Atsushi Murasakihara agreed to team up with some street players.

Vulcan Da I pursed my lips, and under Song Yiran's questioning, I briefly told him about their acquaintance and breakup.

"That's it..."

The black-haired boy was meditating. When he was thinking about something, his eyelashes would droop slightly. From the perspective of Vulcan, the constantly moving arc somehow hit a soft spot in his heart, making him feel a little nervous. The depressed mood immediately dilutes.

"When I was looking for me in Asahina Yusuke, in the words that persuaded me, was that former brother Himuro-kun?"

"……Yes."

Vulcan, I lowered my voice.

——What kind of emotion is this?

Song Yiran looked at the boy with a tear mole in another team, and slowly sank into his thoughts.

Himuro Tatsuya's appearance is somewhat similar to Atobe Keigo, especially the tear mole at the corner of his eye, which looks sexy and has a mature charm.

It's just that such a man who seems extremely sensible, but because he is afraid of being surpassed by his younger brother, chooses to break up. Such a childish behavior is really unimaginable.

"Because of self-esteem..."

Song Yiran slowly opened his eyes and analyzed lightly.

This reminded him of some past events. In fact, since he slowly walked out in the second year of junior high school, he seldom recalled them. Maybe it was a little side effect of the underworld that was merging the sea of ​​consciousness. Those gray memories that were originally immersed in the bottom of the sea, Swelling on the ferocious ground.

A few street teams are doing a new round of lottery due to the participation of Tatsuya Himuro and the others. Seirin was able to get a bye in the early stage because he played so well in the previous few games of streetball. Song Yiran sat on a bench beside him, Involuntarily initiated a stay.

Until the rain falls quietly.

The fine raindrops kept falling, but Zi Yuandun, who was lazily staying under the backboard on the court, seemed to wake up suddenly, and ran straight to where Song Yiran was.

"Of course!"

Under the exclamation of Xiao Jinjing and others, the black-haired boy blinked, and found that the tall and strong purple-haired boy stretched out his hands, trying to cover the top of his head with his wide palms awkwardly.

"Ranzi, you look so small, you can't get wet in the rain."

The purple-haired boy said worriedly.

Both Vulcan Taiga and Heizi Tetsuya slightly widened their eyes.

——It’s so small that Yu came forward to show his hospitality... Murasakihara-kun/Is this guy pretending to be stupid on purpose? ?

Such warm concern made Song Yiran slightly startled. After all, he and Zi Yuandun had met a few times and kept in touch on the phone. He didn't think they were really close friends, but the purple-haired boy looked so serious. , stubborn to a cute point, Song Yiran couldn't help stroking his hair softly.

"I'm not that fragile, thank you, Murasakihara-kun."

He smiled slightly, the smile was so beautiful that Atsushi Murasakihara thought of his favorite mille-feuille cake.

The purple-haired boy blinked his eyes, lowered his head, and said coquettishly, "No, if Ruanzai doesn't take good care of it, it feels like... an existence that is easy to break if you touch it."

Song Yiran's expression was stagnant, and Atsushi Ziyuan gently placed his hand on his face, and with a slight push of his thumb, a faint red mark like a cherry blossom was left behind, with an attractive color

"Look...it's really fragile."

"Mr. Ziyuan!"

Heizi Tetsuya stood up all of a sudden, staring closely at Atsushi Murasakihara.

On the court, the streetball team of the temporary group had already stopped attacking due to Atsushi Murasakihara's sudden departure from the field. Himuro Tatsu also saw that worrying junior running to the black-haired boy again, with a childish look When guarding each other in the same way, he couldn't help sighing.

Although, when he saw the boy's appearance and smile, he knew why Atsushi Murasakihara would change the taste of food that he cared about most for one person.

——The beauty mixed with such a moving beauty and cool temperament contains contradictions that can drive anyone crazy.

Himuro Chen also grew up in the United States. Because of his handsome appearance, he has received many love letters, but he has never accepted any confession from anyone. However, when he saw this young man, he also felt a bit uncomfortable. Come.

Reason made him hide those inexplicable emotions, Himuro Tatsu also walked over and asked Atsushi Murasakihara to let go.

It's just that even the temptation of snacks, which is usually the most effective, doesn't work anymore. Atsushi Ziyuan has a more important persistence than snacks.

"Mr. Ziyuan."

The black-haired boy broke Ziyuan Atsushi's hand away, and under Ziyuan Atsushi's aggrieved gaze, he said calmly, "It is very disrespectful to say that a man is weak."

"Ranzi..." Zi Yuan's eyes gleamed innocently, as if he didn't quite understand what the black-haired boy meant.

"Although thank you for your concern."

Song Yiran smiled lightly, and the somewhat rigid atmosphere was broken, "But, I will prove it on the field——I am very strong."

Atsushi Ziyuan's eyes slowly became serious, "It doesn't matter what basketball is, but I don't want to lose—even if it's Ranzai."

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Himurochen also took a look at Song Yiran's face, and quickly looked away, looking at Vulcan and Seirin and the others, "When we get to the field, we will decide the winner, Seiran... and ,Big I."

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In Haichang's locker room, the lights were not turned on, and it was pitch black. The blond-haired boy was sitting on a chair. The sound of rain outside the window was getting louder and louder, but he clenched his phone tightly as if he didn't notice it.

——No, not even one text message from Xiao Yiran.

His expression seemed to be tangled together in pain, but in that gloomy environment he looked extraordinarily ferocious.

"Xiao Yiran, did you find something?"

He instinctively told himself that maybe it was the phone call that made Song Yiran feel a little avoiding, but Huangse Ryota thought of something else.

The light on his phone screen was still blinking, it was Kuroko Tetsuya's phone number.

Huang Lai Ryota's emotions are very complicated now, he wanted to ask Song Yiran why he didn't return his call, but he didn't dare to speak, so he had to find Xiao Heizi in desperation.

"Mr. Huang Se?"

"We're sleeping together by the sea...Xiu De and Tong Huang are also here."

"Soaking in the hot spring... well, of course it's with Song Jun."

"Then don't bother Kise-kun."

…………

"It's really annoying, Xiao Yiran."

Kise Ryota's bright yellow pupils were stained with a little dark emotion.

"Your body...how can you show it to others so easily."

"—All of them should be mine."