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

Since this invitation was for teenagers who were about the same age as Akashi, Seijuro Akashi's father held the banquet for Akashi's high-end club under the family name.

Even if it was a small banquet, the Akashi family held it in a very stylish way, and they came and went. When the high school students who had just grown up put on suits and bow ties, they looked a bit too mature.

Kuroko Tetsuya didn't really want to come to this kind of occasion, but he remembered that he had a good relationship with Akashi Seijuro when he was in Teiko, so he chose to go to congratulate him.

However, when he came to the lobby, he regretted a little, because although Akashi Seijuro said that the people he invited were all people of the same age as them, but most of these people were the only sons of major Japanese chaebols, and they also had a kind of A temperament different from that of ordinary people.

Hei Zizhe also felt a little reserved, but fortunately, his low presence was also brought out at the banquet, and almost no one would notice him, which made him heave a sigh of relief.

"Hey Zhe, you're here."

Aomine Daiki greeted him. He was wearing a black suit that could better reflect his figure. Aomine's figure was originally burly and powerful, but he looked even more heroic under the suit.

Although Qingfeng Dahui and Heizi Tetsuya had some conflicts during the seaside training camp because of Song Yiran, but after all, there is no overnight feud between friends, and even if there is still a slight estrangement, it does not affect the relationship between them. exchange.

"Yes, Qingfeng-kun."

The boy with blue hair nodded to him.

"By the way, Song Yiran hasn't come yet? Why is he so slow?"

The dark-faced boy asked casually.

On the other side, Atsushi Murasakihara yawned and walked towards them, looking a little listless.The purple-haired boy rubbed his eyes, and asked aloud, "Where is Heizai, Chizai? Will Ranzai come too?"

"Song Jun may be a little later."

Hei Zizhe also said calmly.

At this time, Shintaro Midorima also appeared and walked over. He was wearing a dark green suit. He was 1.9 meters tall, and he looked very tall and handsome.

"Why are you guys? Song Yiran... Didn't come?"

The green-haired boy frowned and asked.

"Oh, why are you so interested? Didn't you say that you are completely unfamiliar with Song Yiran?"

Aomine Daiki sneered.

"Qingfeng, you are boring, I don't have the mood to talk to you."

Midorima Shintaro pushed his glasses, turned his head and looked around.

There were indeed many unfamiliar people at this banquet. Even when Shintaro Midorima was in junior high school, as the vice president of the student union, he had a good relationship with Seijuro Akashi. He knew very well that, in a sense, Akashi and them are not from the same world.

Midorima Shintaro felt a little bored, he shifted his gaze to the extremely exquisitely crafted chandelier shining brightly, feeling a little dazed.

——It's really unlucky, I didn't take the lucky item, so it shouldn't be a big deal, right?

Midorima Shintaro thought silently in his heart until he heard a few exclamations, spreading from the entrance of the hall like a plague.

Shintaro Midorima raised his eyes, and his eyes, which were always calm, couldn't help but startled slightly.

The black-haired boy was wearing a slim white suit. His figure was tall and slender. Shintaro Midorima thought that this kind of more mature suit was not suitable for a boy, but more casual and youthful casual clothes, but he It turned out that he was wrong, very wrong.

Although Song Yiran is thinner, his shoulder width is very good-looking.Against the background of the suit, the facial features that were not yet fully matured also showed a bit of glamorous color, not to mention this kind of brilliance between maturity and immaturity, which makes people's heart tremble .

The people of the same age present, whether they were teenagers or girls, couldn't help looking at Song Yiran in a daze.

—Who is he?

They thought in unison.

—Is he a star?No, it can't be a star, otherwise, how could they not know such a good-looking star?

The sons and daughters of these chaebols are not very keen on sports events. Some people with good memories feel that Song Yiran's face seems familiar. When they think about it carefully, they vaguely remember that it was a person who was on the Internet a few months ago, constantly swiping the screen, The genius sports boy who detonated the entire Internet.

As Japan's top chaebol alongside the Akashi family, the heir of the Atobe family, Keigo Atobe did not arrive prematurely like the others, but when he entered, the entire clubhouse was silent. He raised his eyebrows and found that He met a young man he was very familiar with.

"Song Yiran?"

The boy with purple-gray hair paused in his footsteps and looked at Song Yiran.

Atobe Keigo hadn't had time to play a complete match with Song Yiran, but finally learned that Song Yiran had withdrawn from the tennis U-17 base training.

As the son of a chaebol, Keigo Atobe owns part of the base's shares. He naturally knew that Song Yiran chose to withdraw from the training camp because he was unwilling to become a Japanese citizen to participate in Japanese competitions, but he also felt very sorry and regretful.

At this banquet, meeting him again, Atobe Keigo's heart is extremely complicated.

He had known for a long time that this black-haired boy had an extremely beautiful face. Even though some of the people present belonged to the upper class of Japan and had been in contact with many good-looking movie stars since childhood, once compared with Song Yiran, those people were like, The earth and the light of fireflies are not as charming as the charm between his brows.

——I am afraid that there is no one in this world who can be compared with Song Yiran.

For some reason, Keigo Atobe thought so.

Some people, the first time you see him, are so amazing that you feel that he is the unique and ultimate beauty in the world.

Atobe Keigo gently stroked his tear mole, and walked over quickly.

"Well, it's been a long time, and you're still not gorgeous, Song Yiran."

The tennis U-17 training camp is not over yet, but Keigo Atobe has the qualification to ask for a short vacation. The relationship between the Akashi family and the Atobe family has always been good. Naturally, Keigo Atobe cannot miss Akashi Seijuro’s birthday party. It's just that he didn't expect that Akashi and Song Yiran knew each other.

——Yes, I heard that Akashi Seijuro developed in basketball. He checked the information and found that Song Yiran had achieved very good results in the Seirin Basketball Club. If this is the case, it would be normal for Akashi to know Song Yiran .

——After all, as long as you see him in the same sports field and get in touch with him, you will definitely take that boy to heart.

"Hello, Atobe-san."

Song Yiran glanced at him and smiled slightly.

Keigo Atobe wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the sound of music.

The sound of classical music slowly sounded, and at the end of the corridor, Akashi Seijuro walked slowly.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, Akashi Seijuro is also wearing a white suit, and he has a strange sense of matching with Song Yiran.

It was as if they had made an appointment to wear suits of similar styles and stand under the dazzling lights.

Akashi Seijuro's body shape is also quite similar to Song Yiran's, a slender young boy's figure. He looked at Song Yiran, smiled and said, "This suit is very suitable, Song Yiran."

"Thank you, happy birthday, Akashi-kun."

The black-haired boy slightly curled his lips into a smile, and the way he smiled seemed to have a trance-like charm.

There seemed to be an undercurrent surging in Akashi Seijuro's strangely colored eyes.

After the banquet officially started, Song Yiran had a pleasant conversation with the generations of miracles and Keigo Atobe. After a while, he felt a little tight in his chest, so he walked to the window sill alone.

He unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and slightly loosened his tie, showing a bit of laziness.

Song Yiran was leaning on the railing of the window sill, the dark curtains were rolled up by the night wind, the back of the black-haired boy looked very beautiful in the hazy night, and many people wanted to talk to him.

——Compared with that young man, what is entertainment?

Just when many people were about to move, Akashi Seijuro, as the master, took the lead to walk into that piece of world.

"Song Yiran, what's wrong with you?"

Akashi Seijuro asked.

Akashi Seijuro saw that Song Yiran was holding a translucent wine glass between the fingers of his right hand, and the red liquid inside was shaking slightly with the movement of his fingers.

The rosy-haired boy took a step forward and noticed Song Yiran's eyes. For some reason, it seemed that he was dyed a little red by the alcohol, making him look even more attractive.

"You're drunk, Song Yiran."

Akashi Seijuro propped his left hand on the railing, maintaining a relatively appropriate distance, which would neither make people feel that the space was violated, nor be too alienated.

Akashi's voice is extremely charming, obviously a little indifferent, but it makes people feel deeply noticed.

"I'm okay."

Song Yiran glanced at him, then gently stroked the cup with his slender fingers.

The black-haired boy's complexion was flushed, as if he had been dyed by the most famous master of traditional Chinese painting in Japan.

Akashi Seijuro's gaze moved down slightly, and he saw his beautifully shaped collarbone.

The rosy-haired boy clapped his hands and said calmly, "The room is ready for everyone. If you feel uncomfortable, you can choose to stay overnight."

He politely nodded slightly, turned and left as if he didn't care at all, but told the security guards to stand near the window sill, so that no one could easily enter.

After the party was all over, Akashi Seijuro walked to his usual room with a little drunkenness.

He opened the door, and saw the black-haired boy lying peacefully on the bed, the corner of Akashi's mouth curled up slightly, but the faint smile disappeared again.

Akashi Seijuro of the second personality is not a gentle person. Compared with his No.1 personality, the current Akashi has a creepy possessive and destructive desire

——His personality is more extreme, but Akashi firmly believes that only by sticking to his second personality can he get what he wants.

——Whether it is Victory or him.

Akashi dimmed the light slightly, and said softly, "It seems that you slept soundly."

It's just that his strange-colored eyes flickered slightly, like the pupils of a wild beast.

The author has something to say: Little Theater

Author: Reader angels all want you to do other things...

Akashi: For example?Is it physical communication?

Author: How is it possible, we are so upright, we all hope that you can choose to study with peace of mind and not be moved by beauty at this time!

Akashi:  …