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

Although this vicious fight was caused by Hua Gongzhen, Song Yiran was not injured. On the contrary, Hua Gongzhen and the twenty people he called all lay on the ground in pain.

Akashi Seijuro looked at the very positive Aomine Daiki thoughtfully, and finally backed away, his expression was a bit complicated, strange lines appeared in those strange-colored eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

"It seems that Dahui cares about Song Yiran very much."

The rose-haired boy said lightly.

Akashi Seijuro took out his mobile phone, made a call, and asked the family members to deal with the matter. The Basketball Association has regulations. Anyone who fights maliciously due to irrational emotions after the game will be punished with a suspension.Of course, he didn't want Song Yiran to be suspended because of Hua Gongzhen's reason. After all, he was looking forward to a showdown with Song Yiran in the final.

Akashi Seijuro just saw it through the eyes of heaven and earth, and the last scene is Seirin and Luoshan breaking into the finals.

"In other words, Yangquan will lose to Seirin."

Akashi pondered for a moment, guessed the final score between Yangquan and Seirin, and chuckled.

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With Song Yiran's atrium finally disintegrating, he now feels that his state of mind has become a bit more stable, and he no longer cares much about what happened back then.

——After all, people have to look forward.

After dealing with the first group of people in Kirizaki, Qingfeng Dahui and Song Yiran walked on the road together, the night was getting dark, Qingfeng Dahui's face melted into the darkness, and the corner of his mouth slightly hooked, "Hey, Song Yiran, In your match against Kirisaki Daiichi, you have already opened up the second level of the zone."

The black-haired boy raised his head thoughtfully, looked at Aomine Daiki, "The second realm of zone... what is that?"

"Tsk, don't you feel it?"

The dark-faced boy scratched his head and explained impatiently, "The so-called second realm of zone is to develop one's potential to more than [-]%, surpassing the limit of human beings. Erase in the depths of your heart—that is the realm of kings that only those who truly have no weaknesses are qualified to open."

Song Yiran touched his heart again, there used to be a small scar there, but now it is almost invisible.

——Is it a weakness...

"Then Qingfeng-kun, haven't you opened the second realm of the zone?"

Song Yiran put his hand down, looked at Qingfeng Dahui's strange expression suddenly, and asked slowly.

"Heh." Qingfeng Dahui squeezed his hand tightly, and said coldly, "Even if I don't open the second realm of zone, I can defeat you!"

The dark-faced young man also had a dark cloud in his heart.

Since his ability blossomed, he has never relied on his teammates again, whether it was Heizi Tetsuya in the past, or his current teammates in Tonghuangzhong.

He firmly believes that dependence is the most fundamental factor of weakness.

If you want to become stronger, then you can only go forward alone, instead of relying on your teammates-that is something that only weak people can do.

Qingfeng Dahui still believes that basketball is not a team thing. As for how Song Yiran opened the zone, he only thinks that Song Yiran's talent is extraordinary, but he has never thought about what really important things he gave up in basketball. .

—The so-called teamwork...the so-called friendship between teammates.

Aomine Daiki doesn't want to think about these things now, nor does he want to understand them.

The night breeze stroked his hair delicately, and he suddenly felt that talking about such things in such a fine weather was really boring.

Qingfeng Dahui turned his head slightly, looked at Song Yiran's face that was still bright in the night, and said lightly, "Hey, Song Yiran, let me take you home, and by the way, let's have a one-on-one game at the basketball court near your home." ,How about it?"

Song Yiran said indifferently, "I'm sorry, I have already retired the apartment in Kanagawa, and now my eldest self and I are renting together in Tokyo."

Aomine Daiki paused, with an incredulous expression on his face, "What? You actually live with Vulcan Daime?"

He was silent for a while, and finally turned his head and gave a "tsk".

Qingfeng Dahui felt a strong sense of anxiety in his heart, but he thought about it again, that guy who looks like a big fool should not have any unreasonable thoughts about Song Yiran.

——Unlike me, ever since I faintly understood my mind that day in the hot spring, I have been dreaming about it in my sleep, soiling Song Yiran.

Song Yiran walked near Vulcan Dawo's apartment, and he saw that under the dim street lights, Vulcan Dawo was breathing softly, covering his mouth with his hands, and he didn't know who was waiting for him.

"Big I?"

The black-haired boy stopped in his footsteps.

Vulcan Tai raised his head, and the brows of the black-haired boy looked like ethereal stars under the moonlight. At that moment, Vulcan no longer had basketball or other things in his mind, he could only see him—— As long as it is Song Yiran, everything is enough.

"Aran..." Vulcan Dawo stepped forward and said softly, "I'm waiting for you to go home."

He had a very keen intuition, something must have happened just now, but if Song Yiran didn't say anything, Vulcan wouldn't ask.

——He is willing, he would rather foolishly wait at a suitable distance, like a lighthouse to illuminate the direction for the black-haired boy to go home, but he doesn't want to disturb Song Yiran, as if he is afraid of disturbing his childhood dreams.

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The next day, after Song Yiran came to Chenglin, he found that all the students were looking at him with very excited expressions.

The fact that Seirin beat Kirisaki Daiichi by a big score made everyone excited.

Although Kirisaki Daiichi's team has performed very well in recent years, for some people who really understand basketball, their methods make everyone feel contemptuous.

——In a sense, this completely violates the spirit of sports events.

So whether it's on Seirin's campus or on the Internet, a large number of people applaud Seirin's humiliating score for Kirisaki Daiichi High School this time.

But no matter what the turmoil in the outside world is, Song Yiran always has an indifferent expression of indifference.

Hei Zizhe also quietly looked at the black-haired boy sitting next to him. The boy was lying on the table and sleeping lightly. This scene seemed to overlap with when they first met.

The sunlight passing through the shadow of the tree seemed to be beating irregularly, just like this scattered in Song Yiran's hair, making Heizi's heart soften.

At this moment, there were a few exclamations from outside the window.

The rosy-haired boy was wearing a straight Luoshan uniform. The ordinary school uniform showed a kind of upright nobility on him, but it didn't look out of harmony in the slightest.

"Akashi-kun...how come?"

Heizi thought to himself, but his movements froze.

Akashi Seijuro stopped at the door of their classroom, and just walked in.

His steps were still so steady, revealing the calmness and confidence that a high school student of this age should not have, and his strange eyes seemed to have a sharp control over everything.

Akashi Seijuro looked around for a while, and accurately found Kuroko Tetsuya, who had a very low sense of presence, and Song Yiran, who was lying on the table beside him, breathing slowly.

"Long time no see, Tetsuya, take a step to talk."

In an instant, the classroom was quiet, and the black-haired boy who was originally a sleepy boy was disturbed by the different atmosphere and raised his head.

Akashi Seijuro showed Song Yiran a smile as if he was determined to win, "Also, Song Yiran."

on the rooftop.

The floating clouds and the scorching sun, not like the autumn day, were just above their heads.

The blue-haired boy gently stretched out his little finger and hooked Gou Song Yiran's sleeve. Akashi Seijuro saw this little gesture, but he didn't say anything, but his expression turned cold.

——Song Yiran's indulgence to Heizi made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Do you remember a long time ago, you once said that you want to beat us to prove your basketball? Tetsuya."

Akashi Seijuro asked suddenly.

"of course."

Heizi said softly.

"Since then, except for the last time we went to Song Yiran's house, we haven't been together for a long time."

Akashi Seijuro sighed, and handed them two invitation letters.

"This weekend, my father asked me to hold a birthday party for my classmates." Akashi Seijuro said, "Although I also think this kind of party is very boring, it would be nice if you could come."

He looked at the careless Song Yiran, slightly raised his eyebrows and said, "Song Yiran, after the banquet starts, I have something to tell you."

Akashi Seijuro didn't care, and Kuroko Tetsu also shrank his pupils.

——In his heart, an existence like Song Yiran should indeed be tied to his territory and under his control.

——That way...it's more at ease.