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

Song Yiran looked at Hua Gongzhen's smile, and couldn't help feeling a chill in his heart.

After a timeout, the game resumed.

Song Yiran and Hua Gongzhen met again in the middle of the field, the black-haired boy stared at Hua Gongzhen's eyes that seemed to be glowing with magical light, it seemed to be filled with a huge vortex, which was about to suck his soul go down.

He couldn't help being slightly distracted, but he still protected the ball at the moment when Hua Gong was about to steal it.

"Mr. Huagong...is this your ability?"

Song Yiran narrowed his eyes, he had already realized Hua Gongzhen's problem.

"I am a person who actually likes to find other people's weaknesses."

The soft-faced young man turned his head slightly, as if lamenting a very remarkable thing, "Then... directly take advantage of their weaknesses, and play hard..."

"—Watching them struggling, don't you think it's interesting?"

Psychological suggestion or hypnosis is a kind of ability that Hua Gongzhen has always hidden.

But...he felt that this kind of tactic was the best for Song Yiran.

——It’s just physical torture, what’s the use?

——Of course, to destroy him mentally little by little.

Song Yiran looked into Hua Gongzhen's eyes firmly, and now he understands... In this world, there really are such people who take pride in evil.

His eyes darkened, "Then, this time, I will definitely disappoint you."

In an instant, Song Yiran made an emergency stop. In the middle of the field, he raised his feet slightly, and his hands rested above his head. The high shooting point immediately reminded people of... the scene between Song Yiran and Lu The spectacular scene of three-pointers bombing each other!

"Has it appeared... a three-pointer in the midfield!?"

The audience on the sidelines let out another exclamation. After all, it had been a long time since they had seen Song Yiran in a formal game.

only……

The moment the basketball left his right hand, Song Yiran could clearly feel that his left hand became stiff for a moment, and that numbness even spread to his right hand.

Gritting his teeth, he still threw the basketball with his nearly stiff hands.

After the ball hit the board, it entered the net bag steadily.

Amidst the cheers, the expression on Song Yiran's face slowly became serious.

…………

"That guy... what is he doing, he would allow a non-hollow three-pointer!?"

In front of the computer screen, Midorima Shintaro closed his laptop suddenly in anger. Although the final result was all three points, but for shooters of their level, playing cricket is simply a shame!

Fidgeting through his hair, Shintaro Midorima immediately stood up when he realized something was wrong.

He hurriedly put a turquoise coat on his hands, then went back to the room, and took the mask and hat.He walked down the stairs quickly, and Midorima's mother looked at her anxious son in surprise.

His current expression... is like those teenagers who have just begun to fall in love. Those emotions can't be learned to hide, and they are so straightforwardly exposed on the face.

…………

Song Yiran shook his left hand lightly, the feeling of numbness still lingered on his left hand, and his expression couldn't help but sink.

Others may not be able to see it, but Vulcan Taiwo and Hei Zizhe can clearly feel that this is definitely not Song Yiran's normal level.

"Aran...what's the matter? Did that Hanamiya guy do something to you!?"

"Song Jun...how is your hand?"

Song Yiran slowly shook his head.

His eyes were a little gray, and Hei Zizhe couldn't help approaching him, standing on tiptoes, and resting his forehead on Song Yiran's.

"Jun Song..."

Feeling the cool temperature of Heizi, Song Yiran woke up. He lowered his eyes, "It's okay, Ah Zhe."

He looked closely at Heizi's clear eyes, those water blue eyes were like a puppy like a puppy, with the softest concern.

Song Yiran clenched his fist slightly, and under the seemingly insignificant left hand attacks of Kirisaki Daiichi and others just now, his left hand would subconsciously develop symptoms of paralysis and convulsions through the accumulation of times.

——This is indeed... very abnormal.

A whistle blows, the ball is exchanged, and Kirisaki is the first to hold the ball.

"It looks like it's working, Huagong."

Hua Gongzhen's teammate looked at his captain, and he raised his eyebrows, "The last step of psychological suggestion...should be started."

Huagong really laughed, "It's almost there."

——He will turn Song Yiran into a puppet with a string in his hand.

After Hua Gongzhen held the ball, he didn't intend to play a fast break. Instead, he stood in front of Song Yiran leisurely.

His pace was very slow, but he followed a strange pace, which was actually a step of psychological suggestion.

"Oh, why are you still thinking about defending me?"

The soft-faced boy laughed, "Haven't the incident just now taught you enough lessons?"

Song Yiran's complexion remained unchanged. He was born extremely beautiful. Under the lights on the top of the stadium, even his indifferent expression carried a fatal attraction.

"You are so kind..."

The smile on the corner of Hanamiya's mouth became more and more malicious.

"So good...it makes me want to destroy you!"

At that moment, Hua Gongzhen's lips were constantly moving. His movements were too small, and neither the referee nor the monitoring screen could detect anything.

— That's not trash talk.

——He is using words...to reproduce the scene that Song Yiran experienced back then.

All of a sudden, Song Yiran's footsteps stopped.

There was a curtain-like darkness in front of him, only the voice with a strange tone, like the rhythm of the second hand of a clock, "creaking" sounded continuously.

"Please save me—please save me please save me!!!"

It was the sound of a girl crying continuously, with despair in her sobs.

"You really like to meddle in other people's business, Song Yiran... You clearly know that this is a thankless task for you, why can't you just pretend you didn't hear it?"

The jeering voice of a male voice was especially piercing in the dark.

"Do you know that once you are really ruthless, your family will definitely abandon you-at this important juncture, they will not tolerate any stains."

A voice sounded like persuasion, but it was full of determination and gloating.

Those voices were all mixed together, as if trying to overwhelm him, like a dark sea.

Song Yiran stood in the center, and he gritted his teeth tightly, not letting these voices affect his thoughts.

"Sorry……"

That weak, immature female voice was full of panic and helplessness, "I'm sorry... I dare not testify, I'm sorry... They promised that as long as I don't make a sound, they will give me the video and will Give me a lot of compensation, sorry..."

That was like the last straw that broke him and plunged him into a near-desperate situation.

If everything is good, it will eventually be twisted into sinister.

If all the light, will eventually be swallowed by darkness.

——Then what else can you do, then do you still need to take action...?

It was a feeling of suffocation almost like drowning in the deep sea. Song Yiran only felt that his head became more and more dizzy, as if he had returned to that day, the bloody alley.

The faces of those teenagers were constantly distorted into ghost-like existences.

"So... do you regret it?"

"Hey...you'll regret it anyway, after all, you gave up all your future for a person who will repay your kindness...what a pity."

Hua Gongzhen is constantly inducing, he is trying to make Song Yiran deny his previous behavior, so as to further create cracks in his heart, and make Song Yiran... completely collapsed!

Do you regret it?

Song Yiran lowered his head in a daze, his figure was sinking into the darkness step by step, as if being swallowed by a sticky swamp.

Song Yiran still had that scene in his mind.

The head of the mastermind... that young man with a distorted complexion curled up on the ground, he said word by word, "I will never let you go!"

Then, he was slammed onto the wall by Song Yiran, and blood foam kept splashing out.

It was only after a long time that Song Yiran realized that the panic in that girl's eyes at the beginning was not for that unknown young man who was willing to work hard for her—she was just afraid that she would fall into such darkness again, even if it might happen. Therefore, she still chooses to be timid and silent when she kills the person who saved her.

Thoughts surged, Song Yiran's body was completely submerged in the darkness, and he kept sinking to the bottom.

— Do you regret it?

--But……

In the turbid stream, his eyes were covered, he held his breath, and moved forward.

——Some things, I will never regret...

——So what about the ridicule of others, what about the injustice, I just... stick to my original intention!

He touched a door, a door that had never been touched in the shallowest sea of ​​consciousness.

In the deepest part of the inner world that Song Yiran most wanted to escape from, he touched the door that completely liberated the zone.

Song Yiran said silently in his heart.

——If the world is dark...then I'd rather burn...I'd rather burn all the filth.

That door was completely pushed open!

On the court, Hua Gongzhen was shocked and took a step back. In the confrontation just now, he wanted to induce Song Yiran's thinking, but it seemed to others that it was just a stalemate for a few seconds.

"why!?"

Hua Gongzhen's eyes widened in surprise, "I obviously induced you, why...!?"

But the black-haired boy in front of him opened the end of his eyes, a spark that was more dazzling than the previous zone.

Mingming Song Yiran had a flat and calm look on his face, but Hua Gongzhen felt a sense of superior oppression.

It's as if...he's just a clown who can play tricks!

"—Probably because... you are too weak."