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

The prelude to the first finals fell slowly like this, Seirin won and Yangquan was eliminated.

The finals attracted a lot of attention. There were countless people discussing the game on the Internet. Among the hottest topics were Song Yiran's nearly 270-degree swivel dunk, and his slam dunk against Ziyuan Dun who also opened the zone. Scenes.

Such an upsurge of attention made many people outside the basketball system also notice Song Yiran.

After Luo Li Baotian entered the company, his gaze stayed for a moment on the magazine held by his assistant's left hand.

It was a well-known Japanese sports magazine, and on the cover was a black-haired boy jumping and shooting a basketball.

Luo Libaotian rubbed his browbones, the boy's brows and eyes were a little indifferent, and the crystal beads of sweat reflected an incredible brilliance, like an unpolished rough stone that was already dazzling enough.

Luo Li Baotian looked at it for a while, and felt that this young man looked familiar.

Thinking back, he suddenly remembered a variety show he saw on TV two years ago.People like him don’t actually watch variety shows very much, but his wife and daughter watched them in front of the TV every day during that time, and often discussed them during the meal, which made him a little curious.

Although this is a variety show in the form of a knowledge contest, as the president of a top Japanese entertainment company, what Luo Li Taroda noticed first was not the boy's calm demeanor and amazing knowledge, but his superficial appearance.

His appearance is still a little immature, but it can already make people imagine what a rich and colorful picture it will become if it is fully grown.

——Aren’t such people naturally suitable for entering the entertainment industry?

——He is suitable for all the cameras to record every arc of his brows and eyes, let the cameras record his most youthful face until he matures slowly, it is simply a beautiful thing that makes him almost intoxicated things.

Luo Li Baotian even had an impulse, he was willing to turn into the most mediocre cameraman in order to record the transformation of that boy's appearance in full bloom, just to be able to appreciate his appearance day and night.

He himself is a man with an exaggerated pursuit of beauty, of course it doesn't mean that he has any desire for Song Yiran, after all his daughters are very big.

Later, he inquired about Song Yiran's intentions through some channels, but Song Yiran clearly rejected him, so he could only hide his thoughts in his heart.

It's just that now when he sees Song Yiran whose facial features have grown a little, he suddenly thinks of those emotions in the past.

"I didn't expect... this kid is also so good at sports."

Luo Li Baotian sighed, and asked his assistant to give him the magazine.

Luo Li Baotian just flipped through it casually, and saw many beautiful words.

- Star of Asia.

He saw a very striking headline in that magazine.

He knew that this magazine was sponsored by Japan's extremely authoritative basketball federation, and would often do interviews with new stars in the basketball world, but he didn't expect to see Song Yiran here.

Luo Li Baotian stretched out his fingers and curled his black hair on his forehead, "I don't know if he has changed his mind now?"

At this moment and at that moment, Luo Li Baotian was thinking, if that young man is willing to enter the entertainment circle, how many people in this world will be crazy about him.

"By the way...the one called Kise is an entertainer under Kimura, right?"

Luo Li Baotian vaguely remembered an artist who seemed to be a high school student and also played basketball. I wonder if he and Song Yiran had any similarities?

If there is... It seems a good thing to be able to invite Song Yiran through Huang Lai Ryota.

He thought for a while, and a smile suddenly overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

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After Zi Yuandun lost, he didn't show how sad he was, he just dragged Song Yiran to eat his fill of dessert shops.

"It seems like tomorrow is the match between Huang Zai and Qing Zai."

With tiramisu in his mouth, the purple-haired boy's voice was a bit vague, but Song Yiran heard it clearly, he paused, and pointed to the brown crumbs left at the corner of Zi Yuandun's mouth.

"Mr. Ziyuan, here."

Murasakihara stared at the white and slender finger firmly, it was not far from his mouth, which gave Atsushi Murasaki an urge to touch it with his lips.

——It looks like Ranzai's fingers are as delicious as delicious sticks.

Atsushi Murasakihara tilted his head, and instead of wiping off the stains from the corners of his mouth with a paper towel, he just took another big mouthful of tiramisu and said, "I'm not happy about losing the game, so I need to wipe it off carefully."

Song Yiran: ...

Seeing that Song Yiran ignored him, Zi Yuandun continued to talk about the topic just now.

"Huang Zai didn't go to Chi Zai's birthday party before, and the phone was turned off when I called him. I don't know what happened."

Song Yiran rested his chin on his hand and frowned.

Since that call, he has never received a text message from Kise Ryota, nor has he received a call from him.

Song Yiran knew that something must have happened, but his intuition told him that it was best not to ask about it at this time.

"Is Ranzai going to class tomorrow? How about we skip class tomorrow and watch the match between Huangzai and Qingzai."

After finishing the dessert in his hand, Atsushi Ziyuan said enthusiastically.

"...Will Akashi-kun come to the match between Kise-kun and Aomine-kun?"

Song Yiran turned the silver fork in his right hand, and the reflective material reflected his somewhat indifferent face.

"I don't know."

Atsushi Ziyuan thought for a while and said, "Ranzai, don't worry, even if Chizai comes and wants to bully you, I will definitely protect you."

His expression looked extraordinarily innocent and stubborn, which warmed Song Yiran's heart. The black-haired boy couldn't help but stretched out his right hand, and rubbed his soft purple hair again.

Zi Yuandun felt the temperature of Song Yiran's fingers caressing his hair, and suddenly became dazed.

——I'm sorry, Chizai... It seems... If it's about Ranzai, I don't want to listen to you.

Rather than listening to Akashi Seijuro simply because of his strength, Atsushi Murasakihara felt that he was more willing to listen to Song Yiran now, and not just because of Song Yiran's strength—it was an almost willing emotion.

——Because I like it, I am willing to... bow down to him.

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In the second game of the finals, it was the duel between Tonghuang and Haichang.

In the locker room, Kise Ryota brushed her hair back from her forehead.

Kasamatsu Yukio looked at him with his hips crossed, he felt that Kise Ryota's recent mood was a little abnormal.

"Kose, what are you thinking? The finals are coming soon!"

Yukio Kasamatsu asked, frowning.

Kise Ryota, who was sitting on the stool in the dressing room, slowly raised his head. At a certain moment, Yukio Kasamatsu trembled a little, because Kise's expression was too gloomy.

Kasamatsu Yukio blinked, and the next second he felt that it was his own illusion, because Kise Ryota immediately showed a fake cry.

"How should I say it? Senior, I'm broken in love."