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

This game ended with an extremely dramatic result.

After all, Kirizaki Daiichi is not a freshman team like Shinkyo Gakuen. As a relatively old team, it ended dismal with only six points.This dealt a huge blow to Kirisaki Daiichi, so of course Hanamiya couldn't sit still. He immediately called 20 people, intending to teach Song Yiran an unforgettable lesson.

What he wanted to do was to replay a fight that affected Song Yiran's entire life back then, but the roles were reversed, so that Song Yiran could also taste what it was like to be beaten with multiple fractures all over his body.

After the game, under the cheers of all the audience, Seirin and the others walked out of the venue. Reiko Aida decided to make up for the celebration that was owed before. They planned to go to the barbecue house to have a good meal.

Song Yiran smiled helplessly, his face looked particularly moving under the dark night, as if compared with the heavy night, it brought out the bright color instead.

The black-haired boy said with a smile, "You guys go, I'm a little tired and don't want to participate."

Everyone in Seirin High School was still booing at first, wanting to see the drunken black-haired boy, but under Song Yiran's slightly tired face, they also retreated, and finally just wanted to send him off go home.

At this moment, the boy with red and black hair scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "But... Aran is living with me now."

Everyone in Seirin: ...! ! ? ?

Their expressions were full of disbelief, staring at Vulcan Taiga, and asked, "Say it again!"

Vulcan Da I said seriously, "Aran lives with me now."

Everyone was silent for a long time, and finally the boy with blue hair asked softly, "Vulcan Lord, is this true?"

There was some fragility and confusion in his eyes, and he was more immature than Tetsuya No. [-]'s Shiba Inu. He seemed unwilling to accept this fact, and he didn't even dare to look up at the black-haired boy.

Hei Zizhe also thought bitterly, could it be that Mr. Song and Lord Vulcan...are together?

Some naturally dumb Vulcans didn't realize that there was something wrong with what I said, he just repeated it again.

The atmosphere became extremely stiff, and the black-haired boy at the side blinked slightly.

"My original house was rented in Kanagawa, some distance away from Seirin. For convenience, I rented it together with my older self. After all, it would be wasteful for my older self to live in an independent building."

After hearing Song Yiran's explanation, everyone in Seirin breathed a sigh of relief.

"So..." Hei Zizhe also looked at Song Yiran with those moist eyes, and asked softly, "Song Jun, you are just renting together with Vulcan Lord for a while, right?"

He just wanted to reconfirm tremblingly, the strong sense of insecurity made people feel soft after hearing it.

"Yes."

Song Yiran said with a light smile, "Otherwise you would think so."

The blue-haired boy paused for a while, and then slowly said, "I mean... Jun Song doesn't have to live with Vulcan, you can also rent with me... together."

"Although my house is not as big as the place where Mr. Vulcan lives, I also... really want to know Mr. Song better."

—to understand deeply... what a blessing it is to be able to see you every morning as soon as you wake up.

——Unexpectedly, Lord Vulcan took the lead.

I frowned and said, "That's unnecessary. After all, I cook delicious food. I can cook any Chinese food that Aran wants to eat."

Hyuga Junpei coughed lightly, and said seriously, "I am more in favor of Heizi on this point. Aran, he is the only one in Vulcan's house, so it's a bit ill-considered for you to share the rent with him so easily. ?”

"That's right! Who knows what Vulcan is thinking behind his back!"

"Aran, don't be fooled by Vulcan's appearance as a basketball idiot!"

Kagami looked at them speechlessly, he wanted to make a small protest, but Seirin's eyes were besieged by everyone.

Just like that, Seirin and the others walked out all the way, noisy and noisy.

The spectators have already been evacuated, and the place they are walking now is the alley at the back entrance of the stadium. This area is specially opened for some popular athletes who are afraid that they will be blocked by crazy fans if they walk through the main entrance.

Song Yiran suddenly realized something, he smiled and said, "Go back first, I still have something to deal with."

Everyone in Seirin sensed something was wrong, and just wanted to open their mouths to stay, but for some reason, seeing the boy's darker and more beautiful eyes than before, they couldn't speak at all, and could only walk forward foolishly, I couldn't even turn my head back, as if being bewitched by a sea monster.

Song Yiran looked at the back of them leaving, and smiled thoughtfully.

——Looks like that fellow Hanamiya taught me a rather interesting move.

The so-called psychological suggestion is not that you have a complete insight into other people's hearts to guide them, but that you give them an anchor, making them subconsciously think that you know everything about them, and follow you involuntarily. If so, proceed to the next step.

Song Yiran was born very smart, and naturally, in the match with Hua Gongzhen, he realized the most critical part of psychological hints, so now he can be regarded as learning what he has learned and using it on his teammates .

He could feel that Hua Gongzhen's gang seemed to be watching him in the dark.

"Although I don't know your purpose, but since you have voluntarily bumped into the muzzle of the gun, it seems that I... can't just let you go like this!"

Song still said lightly.

Some dark colors like blood lines slowly floated in his eyes.

The black-haired boy dismissed Seirin's group, not so much to protect them, but to fight against Hanamiya Shin and his party by himself.Rather, it was because he was afraid that his ruthless behavior would frighten everyone in Seirin.

——After all, once Song Yiran gets serious, it's not like seeing blood.

——He's... the delinquent boys who once dominated the entire Kanagawa.

After a while, the figures of Seirin's people completely disappeared from sight, and Hanamiya Zhen led a group of people out of the shadows.

"Are you good? Song Yiran."

The young man with a soft face had a smile on the corner of his mouth.He stroked his lips with his fingers, and that action was both frivolous and full of hostility.

"On the field, you actually used us to commit malicious fouls, you must be too courageous."

Hua Gongzhen said word for word.

"Using you? Wrong!"

"Even if you didn't block the referee's line of sight, I have a hundred ways to quietly, without evidence, use some means to make you no longer able to play basketball."

The black-haired boy's tone was extremely calm, but it carried an aura of determination, which was so dangerous that Hua Gongzhen trembled inexplicably.

Suppressing the slight worry in his heart, Hua Gongzhen raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand, and signaled everyone to do it!

In an instant, twenty bad boys with bare hands rushed towards Song Yiran who was in the center from all directions.

This battle looked astonishing, but it was not like Song Yiran had never encountered a more terrifying scene than this when he was in Kanagawa.

The black-haired boy bent slightly, dodging the attack of a purple-haired boy in front of him.With a flick of his steps, Song Yiran immediately formed a fist with his right hand and hit the young man in front of him on the nose, causing him to cry out in pain.

One took advantage of the situation and grabbed the man's collar, and Song Yiran slammed it to the right, sending another boy on the right flying out.At this moment, the attack on Song Yiran's left was about to fall. The black-haired boy squatted down unhurriedly, turned slightly sideways to avoid the opponent's attack, he lifted his foot and hit the opponent's lower abdomen hard At the place, kicked the opponent out.

The four people who were closest to him fell to the ground, and the remaining people hurriedly made up for it, and it seemed that the offensive was not weak at all.

"Although they are all very common goods, it is indeed a bit difficult to deal with such a large number."

Song Yiran frowned, his smile now looked a bit lewd, he gently, with his white fingers, unbuttoned the clothes around his neck, and threw the sports jacket on the ground in a flash.

The rosy-haired boy quietly watched this absurd fight.

When Song Yiran was studying at Nagasaki Middle School in junior high school, because the black-haired boy made a lot of noise in Kanagawa, he also alarmed some senior executives of the board of directors of Nagasaki Middle School.They wanted to punish Song Yiran severely, but in the end they only gave a verbal warning.

——The shares of the Akashi family accounted for nearly half of Nagasaki's shares.

So Akashi Seijuro just casually talked about the situation, and countless people took care of everything for him, so this matter has been kept in a very top secret in Song Yiran's past, and almost no one knew about it.

Even though Hua Gongzhen found out the reason why Song Yiran was forced to come to Japan through some special means, he didn't find out the boy's tough record in Kanagawa.

——Of course I don't know... what kind of monster he provoked.

Akashi Seijuro curled his lips slightly, he really liked this black-haired boy very much.

Under this ethereal and quiet night, the black-haired boy was doing a bloody thing that didn't match his appearance at all.This reminded Akashi Seijuro of the strange and glamorous monsters that were hostile to the church in some western novels he had read.

Although he knew that the black-haired boy alone could solve these matters, Akashi Seijuro walked out with a faint smile.

It's just that he didn't expect that there was someone faster than him.

The dark-faced young man folded his arms lazily, looking at Song Yiran, there were only a few people standing opposite him.

Qingfeng Dahui raised his eyebrows and said, "Tsk tsk, it seems that I came too late... The scene of the hero saving the beauty cannot be staged."

Song Yiran shook off the blood on his hand, squinted at Qingfeng Dahui, and smiled playfully, "Who do you think is beautiful? Qingfeng-jun, how about... you also try to play two tricks with me."

His smile was like a catchy hook, choking Aomine Daiki's breath.

All the moaning and moaning in pain under the black-haired boy's feet seemed to reflect his high and god-like expression now.

—he's so damn good-looking.

Aomine Daiki felt the lump of flesh in his chest beating faster and faster, one sound after another.