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

The qualifiers for the Winter Cup are fast approaching.

Seirin easily became the winning team in the Tokyo Division. In the round-robin finals, they met their former opponent, Izumi Makan.

Song Yiran didn't play in these games, he just sat quietly on the bench and watched every move on the field.

You know, when Song Yiran withdrew from the summer national competition, there was an uproar on the Internet. Now Seirin's attention is not what it used to be. Naturally, many media came to shoot videos. This battle is comparable to the participation of some wealthy teams. final.

However, when the cameramen saw the black-haired boy sitting on the sidelines, they couldn't help but think——

——Could it be that Song Yiran... was injured?

——Is it because of injury that he temporarily withdrew from the summer national competition?Now the injury has not healed, so sit on the bench?

No matter how many times the thoughts in their minds were going back and forth, Song Yiran still watched indifferently as the score on the sidelines continued to widen.

Before going on stage, I lowered my voice and looked at the black-haired boy with an extremely stable expression. His red eyes were shining brightly under the light.

"Aran, in these few games, I don't want you to play—especially the revenge against Quan Zhenguan."

At that time, they lost to Izumi Makan by a big score, which caused a serious blow to Seirin's morale in the next game. For this, I have always blamed myself.

The man with red and black hair raised his head and looked at his former opponents with an extremely confident voice in his voice.

Song Yiran sat on the chair and looked at Vulcan. Of course he knew how painful Vulcan was at that time. Only by defeating Quan Zhenguan with his own strength can he truly walk out.

Moreover, as a player who has mastered the active zone, he can feel that Vulcan is about to enter the zone.

Once you go one step further, then...the one who welcomes the big self will be another world.

Thinking of this, the black-haired boy smiled slightly, raised his eyes and said to Vulcan Big Me, "Big Me, squat down."

After Vulcan Da I heard this, I squatted on the ground stupidly, watching the black-haired boy slowly approaching him...

—stretched out a fist.

Vulcan Taiga: ...

After bumping his fists, the boy with red and black hair grunted, stood up again, and walked onto the stage waving his fists.

Seirin's other people saw it, and asked for a fist bump to encourage him.

When heizi zheye arrived, heizi took advantage of his low sense of existence to bend down suddenly and hugged song yiran.

"I will work hard, Song Jun."

As soon as he touched it, Hei Zizhe also felt that no one noticed. He showed a shallow smile, and immediately recovered his indifferent expression, and walked onto the court.

When he came back to his senses, Song Yiran saw the score on the field, Seirin was already ahead of Izumikan by nearly forty points.

Resting his chin with his hand, he saw Seirin's strength grow exponentially, and he felt a little oppressed, and walked out of the court.

The black-haired boy's every move was watched by the reporters of the major media, and the flashing lights kept shining on his slender and straight back.

Walking on the boulevard outside, Song Yiran took a deep breath and leaned on the railing.

The sunshine is just right, so he can't help but relax himself. He has been thinking about Aomine Daiki's irregular shooting. Although his style of play is completely different from Aomine Daiki's, whether it is basketball or tennis, he has a solid foundation. A nearly perfect player, and Aomine Daiki's casualness may make him go one step further.

Song Yiran half-closed his eyes, breathing softly.

At this time, the competition was reaching a fever pitch, and there was no one outside the gymnasium. He just squinted at the dots of light passing through the treetops, with a slightly lazy expression on his face. Kissing the boy.

"You are here."

A softer voice sounded.

Song Yiran turned his head and saw that it was a young man he didn't know. He had a handsome appearance. It should be a look that people would easily like, but Song Yiran felt a strong hostility.

He squinted his eyes, but found that the boy in front of him had a harmless expression, which did not match his intuition.

Fortunately, Song Yiran has always believed in his intuition extremely.

"Excuse me, who are you?"

He stood up slightly, with a sense of alienation naturally showing in his brows and eyes.

Hua Gongzhen looked at the black-haired boy, and thought of some secret information he had found. He felt a sense of destructive excitement in his heart, so excited that he couldn't suppress it, and his whole body trembled slightly.

——What a proud and flamboyant looking boy.

——If... I could severely break this boy's pride, attack the deepest weakness in his heart, and watch him lose his mind on the field, it would really make me very happy.

The smile on the corner of Hua Gongzhen's mouth curved up, looking a little weird.

Song Yiran frowned and saw him trembling unnaturally, and asked aloud, "Student, what's wrong with you?"

"Ah... nothing, just thought of some interesting things."

The soft-faced young man tilted his head, turned away with a chuckle, and waved his hand, "I'm Makoto Hanamiya from Kirisaki Daiichi High School—your opponent in the next match."

"I just want to say hello, Mr. Song, please give me some advice."

Song Yiran stood where he was and looked at Hua Gongzhen's back, and suddenly had a bad feeling.

At the end of the game, he returned to the sidelines.

"You mean... you met Hanamiya Makoto!?"

Aida Reiko's eyes were wide open, she didn't care about the current game, she held Song Yiran's hand nervously, and looked at him carefully, "Aran, are you okay?"

"of course not."

The black-haired boy said lightly, "In terms of fighting alone, I estimated the opponent's ability, and the five Huagong Lords are not my opponents."

"It's not about fighting...although that guy is indeed a bad guy."

Aida Reiko sat up straight, her expression became serious, "Hanamiya is really good at observing people's weaknesses, and he is also very good at using this point to make dirty tricks. Tieping's leg injury was caused by him."

After Song Yiran heard this, he looked at Muji Teping on the field. He would pause unnaturally when he bent his knees, which could be seen from old injuries that had not healed.

"A dirty trick..." The black-haired boy touched his chin, "I hate this kind of existence the most, and I won't let go of Kirisaki Daiichi, coach."

"—Counting the share of seniors, we have to get it back ourselves."

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Akashi Seijuro finished processing some basic documents in the study, he looked up at the time, and turned on the computer.

A faint blue light shone on his different-colored pupils, and Akashi opened an account.

If Song Yiran's fans see this account, they will definitely find it very familiar——

——This is the boss with the highest fan value. When Song Yiran was studying in Nagasaki Middle School, he suppressed all the information about Song Yiran.

Compared with the fuzzy photos from a long distance in the media, the boy on Akashi's computer screen is as clear as sitting beside him, in a position that can be touched at any time.

Akashi Seijuro stretched out his fingertips to slightly touch the face of the black-haired boy on the screen, and glanced at the information on the table.

"The next match will be number one with Kirisaki."

He stood up and stroked his cuff.

Akashi Seijuro suddenly remembered that when he met Song Yiran for the first time, it was a chemical competition. The black-haired boy stood with him on the highest podium. People of the same age have curiosity like scrutiny.

However, after in-depth investigation, Akashi Seijuro discovered...

——Song Yiran's file has a criminal record.