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

Inside the Luoshan Stadium.

Luoshan High School is a relatively well-known private middle school. The school management manages the school in an orderly manner. During the training process, no onlookers are allowed around the basketball court.

In the huge basketball court, Kotaro Hayama, who has always been very talkative, threw the basketball in his hand into the air, "What are you guys doing... What are you talking about? So work hard."

Another man who looked quite soft glanced at him. It was hard to imagine that such an adjective would be used on him, but his facial features were indeed as delicate as a woman's. "Look at our competitors in the next competition."

Kotaro Hayama frowned. Luo Shan had won against Tonghuang, where Aomine Daiki was in the last game, and the next game was the last game of the Winter Cup, which was also the most important final.Whoever can make the team crowned and honored depends on the next matchup.

And Kotaro Hayama knew that their opponent in the next match would be Seirin High School.

He put the basketball on the ground, leaned over to have a look, but found that Reo Mibuchi was holding a fashion magazine.

Hayama Kotaro immediately called out, "What are you doing? This is nothing related to basketball at all... This is during training. Are you not afraid that the captain will know?"

In addition to the players from the Luoshan First Army, there are also players from the Luoshan Second Army training on another field. However, Luoshan High School is a school with a very clear division of grades, so the people from the Second Army heard what they said. They didn't dare to intervene in their conversation despite the uproar.

"Xiaotaro, it looks like you haven't watched much TV lately?"

Reo Shibuchi glanced at Kotaro Hayama with a smile, and then revealed the cover of the magazine that he covered with his hand.

Kotaro Hayama looked at the black-haired boy on the cover in a daze, but the boy's appearance was too outstanding, and immediately reminded him of something, "This guy seems to be the trump card of Seirin High School...how could he be in fashion? Appeared on the cover of a magazine?"

Kotaro Hayama's expression became strange, and he stretched out his hand to get the book in Lingyang Shibuchi's hand. They were fighting there, and at this moment, an indifferent voice came from behind them.

"Do you want to be punished for gathering crowds in the gymnasium?"

The rosy-haired boy slowly walked into the arena, with the sportswear jacket of Luoshan High School casually draped over his shoulders, giving him a somewhat noble look.

However, when he scanned everyone with those strange-colored eyes, the players in the Luoshan basketball team shuddered.

——The magazine fell to the ground just like that.

Akashi Seijuro raised his eyebrows, but inadvertently deviated his gaze to the magazine. His cold expression paused slightly when he saw the boy's appearance. Then, the players of the Luoshan basketball team were surprised to find that, The captain's expression actually melted a bit.

He bent down and picked up the magazine.

"National idol? Huh."

Akashi Seijuro slightly bent his lips and smiled, stretched out his fingertips, and gently stroked the outline of the boy's cheek.

The voice was obviously still cold, but the players of the Luoshan basketball club could feel that their captain's mood had softened.

Behind him, Dai Qianxun, who had a very low sense of presence, frowned slightly, because he found that the boy on the magazine cover was the main force of their next opponent.

The rosy-haired boy suddenly thought of something, and immediately turned cold. He glanced at all the players of the Luoshan basketball team with his eyes, "During training, who secretly took out this magazine? ? I have stipulated that it is not allowed to bring all irrelevant books into the basketball court."

There was a sudden silence on the field.

Akashi Seijuro put the magazine behind his back and looked at them coldly.

"100 push-ups—right now."

The direction Akashi Seijuro looked at was not only the players of the first army, but also the players of the second army. Hearing Akashi's order, everyone immediately stopped the training at hand and did push-ups on the ground without daring to ask any more questions ——In Luoshan, Akashi's order symbolizes absolute obedience.

Dai Qianxun, who has a low sense of presence, didn't join in. In his view, it was like a ridiculous farce.

His eyesight is very good, and he can see a black-haired boy on the cover of the magazine under Akashi Seijuro's armpit.

——Is this...the reason for Akashi-kun's abnormal temper?interesting.

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The annual final is coming soon.

——This is the last feast of the Winter Cup.

Most TV stations across Japan will broadcast the finals.Because of Song Yiran's popular advertisement before, the attention of the Winter Cup has risen to another level.

Japan's largest newspaper, Japan's Kyodo News Agency, a special reporter, came outside Seirin's lounge to interview Seirin's team - a well-deserved dark polo team.

Taking a closer look at Seirin's past record, everyone can't help but marvel. They have almost stepped on from a little-known small team, stepping on all the old colleges and universities, and embarked on the road to the finals.

If it was just because of Song Yiran's outstanding personal ability at the beginning, but after the start of the Winter Cup, with Vulcan Taiga, Kuroko Tetsuya, Kiyoshi Teppei, Hyuga Junpei... After the abilities of this series of people blossomed one after another, no one How dare you underestimate Seirin's team strength.

——They are well-deserved dark horses, enjoying the name of dark horses and possessing the reality of dark horses.

"Seirin is about to challenge the Luoshan team-Luoshan has not lost a single game in recent years, and is known as the king of development. Do you have the confidence to fight against them?"

The interviewer deliberately asked a slightly offensive question, but Aida Reiko replied calmly:

"——The king, isn't it just for being pulled off the horse?"

Seeing the calm and rational expression of the little girl in front of her, the woman was startled, and a strange illusion appeared in her heart——

——It seemed that Seirin would win as a matter of course.

She suppressed the thoughts in her heart, originally wanted to conduct another exclusive interview with Song Yiran, but after getting a clear rejection, she still poked her head towards the half-opened door without giving up.

——Sure enough, the possibility of getting an exclusive interview with that black-haired boy...is almost zero.

Song Yiran, who was missed by countless reporters, washed his face in the bathroom to make himself more awake.

A boy wearing a mask and a hat who looked a little weird stood at the door of the bathroom for a while - the sign "under maintenance" was hung on the door. However, the boy had done similar things before, and he opened the door immediately and clearly.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw that there were still some drops of water on Song Yiran's face, just half bent over, looking straight at him, Asahina Fudou's heart beat a little faster.

Subconsciously showing a sarcastic smile on his face, Futo Asahina took off his hat and mask.

"Are you—that guy Yusuke said... the scumbag who abandoned him?"