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

After that incident, Song Yiran's disgust towards Akashi Seijuro deepened a bit.

Especially Akashi Seijuro's series of remarks made by collectors made him feel that Akashi Seijuro lacked a kind of respect for others.

——Song Yiran is dissatisfied with Akashi's freewheeling and conceited.

Seirin's results in the divisional trials of the Winter Cup National Competition were too dazzling, and it reminded people of the boy who almost dominated the entire field in the Summer Cup qualifiers.

On the day when the national competition officially arrived, the largest stadium in Japan was already full of people.After the scrubbing of the regional qualifiers, the roster of the finals is also freshly released, which means that the most gold-rich youth basketball feast in Japan will be held.It can be said that the summer cup is a warm-up for the winter cup, and the attention of the winter cup is much higher than that of the summer cup.

In the most famous giant stadium in Japan, countless media, newspapers, and basketball fans from all over the world cheered and waited. This kind of battle was even comparable to world-level competitions.

At the top of the stadium is a closed dome, surrounded by giant LCD screens, so that those who are not in the front row can see the situation of the entire stadium clearly.

——That is to say, if Kirizaki Daiichi High School entered the final finals, then it is unlikely that they would use third-rate methods in such a place with no dead ends.

——If they dare to do this, they will definitely be overwhelmed by the spittle of all basketball lovers the next day!

And in this eye-catching feast, the two personnel responsible for the commentary work also have a very high status.

One of them is a young man who looks very sunny. He has short flaxen hair and a big grin on his mouth. He is the only super star among the current Japanese basketball professional masters who went to the American NBA to participate in the selection-Fujiwara Hideyoshi.

And the hale and hearty old man beside him was Mr. Akira Akutagawa, who had desperately hoped that Song Yiran could join the Japanese team.

Both of these two people occupy a very high position in the past or present Japanese basketball circle. This scene of alternating old and new also reflects how much Japanese people pay attention to the youth basketball event.

"Coach Akutagawa, long time no see, I never expected... to see you again on such an occasion!"

Hideyoshi Fujiwara smiled very modestly, and he couldn't tell at all that he was the young man who still showed his sharpness on the NBA court. He would not show the slightest arrogance in front of the old coach.

Akutagawa Akira, who had been resting with his eyes closed, slightly opened his eyes, looking at this junior who had walked out of his basketball training base, a smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

"Fujiwara, in fact, I have thought about it a long time ago. One day in the future, you will definitely talk to me in the same position. After all, you are also... the most satisfied disciple I have ever had."

Fujiwara Hideyoshi stroked the hair on his forehead, and seemed to recall the past. In the training base, how that restless young man kept complaining about the old man he respected now.

Fujiwara Hideyoshi sighed slightly, and then shifted his attention to the current list.

And at this moment, the giant LCD screen placed on the stadium also switched to the two people at the anchor station.

When they saw these two figures who now have a pivotal position in the Japanese basketball world, the audience present also burst into exclamation.

Fujiwara Hideyoshi smiled and greeted the audience present.

After a short greeting, he brought the topic back to the upcoming game.

"I've heard that there are five amazing guys in Japanese youth basketball today."

Fujiwara Hideyoshi's voice was a bit playful, "Is it called something...'Generation of Miracles'?"

Having said that, he projected Yangquan's player information on the big screen.

And the leader is the purple-haired boy with the highest overall valuation data among Yangquan players. His expression is very lazy. Even when taking such ID photos for important occasions, he always showed a sleepy-eyed look. .

Atsushi Murasakihara played the center position. He was tall, more than two meters tall. This height was not common even among American basketball players.

It stands to reason that a person with this kind of height talent will not be able to keep up with his coordination and other aspects, but from the data given, Atsushi Murasakihara seems to be very strong in coordination.

This surprised Hideyoshi Fujiwara. Hideyoshi Fujiwara is 1.8 meters tall. He is more curious about Japanese players with such a height. After all, the average height of Japanese people is not high. If there are no accidents in the future, he will definitely have a place in the Japanese football world.And because Atsushi Murasakihara did not play many games in the past, there are very few game videos that can be directly used for reference, and Hideyoshi Fujiwara has no reference for actual comparison.

However, how much surprise Atsushi Murasakihara can bring him can be seen from the next game.

"So let's see—another team...Seirin High School?"

He switched the screen to another team's data sheet.

In the evaluation of physical fitness, the highest score among Seirin's players is a boy with short black hair.

He just stared at the camera like this, with a cold expression, his lips pursed slightly, and under the fine black hair on his forehead was an exceptionally beautiful face, which obviously looked indifferent, but somehow it made people wonder , I just want to get drunk in his flowing eyes.

Although Fujiwara Hideyoshi was invited to be the commentator of the finals, he still felt a little disapproving of such a youth competition, so he didn't read the player's data sheet seriously beforehand, but now, when he saw such a black Fat boy, seeing such a beauty that shouldn't exist in this world, suddenly felt... in a trance.

——He is... who is he?

This boy seems to have a special charm, which makes people who meet him for the first time can't help but want to know him more and more.

——Who is this black-haired boy! ?

Fujiwara Hideyoshi hadn't had time to recover from his dazed mind, and hadn't had time to read the boy's information carefully, but was startled by the voice of the audience.

"Ahhhh—Song Shen!!"

"Shen Song's ID photo is so handsome!!"

"Song God, Song God, Song God, Song God——"

"Song God!! I came from Kanagawa to watch your game!!"

He was startled by the uniform title of "Song God". Finally, Fujiwara Hideyoshi came back to his senses completely. When he looked at the name on the data card in front of the table, he was taken aback again.

——Song Yiran.

——This name... Could it be that he is... Chinese?

Before Fujiwara Hideyoshi said anything, the old man beside him also looked at the data card with an eager expression.

This is really strange, because in Fujiwara Hideyoshi's impression, Akutagawa Akira will always be an old man who is not surprised by favor or humiliation.Even when the Japanese national team was defeated by the Chinese team that year, Akutagawa Akira was still able to stare at all this from the coach chair without changing his expression.

It's just that the enthusiasm in his eyebrows and eyes is no longer just a coach's excitement when he sees a good seedling.

——To be precise, it's like... to the point of being enchanted by appreciation?

Fujiwara Hideyoshi thought uncertainly.

Fujiwara Hideyoshi felt that it was more than that simple for him to be frightened now. He watched Akutagawa Akira snatch the data card, and the old man murmured, "I thought this little guy went to the U-17 selection base in Japan." I won’t come back again, I didn’t expect...he still chooses to continue playing basketball!”

"The little guy is right! Of course basketball is much more fun than broken tennis balls."

Akutagawa laughed, and the creases at the corners of his eyes were all closed together.

He was really happy to see Song Yiran appearing on the basketball court again, and also slapped Yukio Kurobu hard in the face.

Knowing that Song Yiran chose to continue playing, Akutagawa also had some hope in his heart.

——Perhaps...you can persuade him again to enter the Japanese youth base to study and participate in professional selection?

——Even in the future, it is entirely possible to shine in the NBA.

"Song Yiran... who is he?"

The flaxen-haired youth stared wide-eyed and asked in disbelief.

——Who is this black-haired boy named Song Yiran who can make the audience cheer and make the head coach of Japanese youth basketball show such a smile! ?

Akutagawa Akira smiled lightly and said——

"—He...he is the future, and will dominate the entire Japanese football world."