About my brother and I are both gravity making this thing

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"I don't understand." I fished out the fat beef that I put in a minute ago from the boiling red butter soup. Old life pepper.I put it back in the soup and shook it, "Why on earth is he so angry? Even if I deliberately kept it from him, so what? There are 1 billion people who don't know that I am controlled by gravity! 70 billion!"

I kept emphasizing a number so large that any human being would be reduced to a speck of dust.

The person sitting opposite the hot pot obviously fell into speechless silence because of my speech.

"That..." Ji Tianzhengchen scratched his cheek, the warm lighting in the hot pot restaurant softened his strange yellow hair that had obviously been bleached and dyed a lot.However, the reason why he became pleasing to the eye is probably due to the change in temperament.After all, we are all past the age of the second year of middle school, and we will no longer look down at others with fierce eyes that seem to show too much white of the eyes.

Ji Tianzhengchen asked me, "Miss Zhongyuan, do you want to hear the truth or lies? ——My experience is really superficial and frivolous. If I say too much and make mistakes, I will offend Miss Zhongyuan. Please don't take my words as a frog at the bottom of the well." Take it to heart."

After finishing speaking, he rubbed his hands like a dog, like a flattering salesman who talks nonsense to everyone in the store.

I can't help but start to reflect on how terrible the impression my former self left in Masaomi Kida's mind, which made the young leader of the once majestic and famous "Yellow Turban Thieves" in Ikebukuro feel like he was sitting on pins and needles—as if he just put He and thirty or forty younger brothers under him ran into the ground together, and didn't cause too many casualties?

I hummed casually, took another piece of beef out of the pot, and threw it into a milk cup filled with hot pepper solution.

"False." I thought about it and chose the latter.

"Okay." Ji Tianzhengchen nodded immediately, expressing understanding, "The lie is, I think that people may be more willing to be a member of fractions with a small denominator than one in 70 billion." He said seriously Watch me, watch my reaction.

I raised my eyebrows and stirred the oily chopsticks into the orange juice.More little rounds of red oil floating on the surface of the milk, red and white.Not to mention, there is still such a good-looking polka-dot art, "So what about the truth?"

"Then there's no need to ask!" He picked up the teacup like a just and strict judge, picked up the gavel in his hand, and slapped the table hard, "A beautiful and lovely person like Miss Zhongyuan should not be punished no matter what she does." Blame it!!! Is Venus's broken arm wrong! No! It is an inevitable defect destined by fate! It is the yearning of human beings for the most authentic beauty!"

"Cuteness is justice! Beauty is truth! Even in OTAKU's world, love and beauty are immortal themes that can be sung forever!"

"Oh, so I was born to take advantage of it." I laughed, snapped my fingers, and the quilt filled with red oil and milk immediately floated into the air, over the boiling hot pot, and fell in front of Ji Tianzhengchen, "Ji Tian-kun You still know how to make girls happy, seeing the familiar shadow in you really makes me feel happy from the bottom of my heart. Otherwise, I might feel sad because I can’t see Lin Ye today.”

Ji Tianzhengchen didn't look sideways, and didn't even share the milk in front of him, "Where the hell! Being invited to dinner by Miss Zhongyuan is a dream I never dared to dream of in my life." After finishing speaking, he said Picking up the cup with a smile on my face, I finished my carefully prepared drink with a few sips.

Hey...it's easy to lose interest if the person being teased is too well-behaved-just as boring and uninteresting as the person being pranked will not show any frightened and panicked looks.

After Ji Tianzhengchen calmed down and drank the red butter milk, and even devoured the slice of beef, I didn't intend to stay any longer.

I came to see Orihara Rinya today.

Unfortunately, his secretary, Ms. Yagiri Hae, told me that Orihara Rinya hadn't visited the office of the intelligence agency much in the past week.If it weren't for sending messages from time to time to ask her to transfer the information to his mobile phone, Yagiri Hae would have even been mentally prepared for the sudden death of the boss on the street, the inability to pay wages on time, and the necessity of applying for labor arbitration to the Ministry of Health and Welfare.

Undoubtedly, it is undoubtedly a very big blow to me who seldom initiates dinner invitations to others.

Honestly, I have a lot to confide in.Even as long as I am willing, even Mr. Mori will be willing to squeeze out half an hour out of his busy schedule to listen to my adolescent girl's troubles - the premise is of course that I join Hong Kong and Heilongjiang.

But the right person is always hard to come by.

Because in fact, what I need is not an object to confide in, but an object to simply pour out my emotions.

So this person had better be afraid that I hate me, but he can't run away from me blatantly.

I have to admit that what I have done is indeed an evil act of basing my happiness on the pain of others, and it can even be called a slight degree of psychological distortion. I should have felt guilty for this, and I should have returned to my sanity , Let morality occupy the commanding heights.

But there is an old saying that goes well, the wicked have their own grind.So under the premise of "if that person's name is Orihara Rinya", I have no conscience at all.

There was no trace of Rinya Orihara in Shinjuku, so I had no choice but to drive to Ikebukuro to try my luck.

The simple Ikebukuro Station used to be a place where Orihara Rinya was very active. At that time, his notoriety was known to everyone. Even now, few people will give me a good face when I ask about him.

Shizuo Heiwajima is one of them.

If people's eyes could breathe fire, Shizuo Heiwajima's sunglasses with indigo lenses would probably have been melted into a puddle of gelatinous liquid at this moment.

"Don't you two skunks find each other just by the smell of each other?! Get the hell out of me!"

Shizuo Heiwajima must have misunderstood something.I raised my hand and scratched my head, sneaking a sneak peek at his bartender attire.This person has broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, and very slender and beautiful hands holding cigarettes, but I can be sure that this is a solo virgin.

"Isn't it impolite to say that a girl is a skunk? But then again, Mr. Heiwajima still remembers me?" I sighed in my heart for a long, long time.It is clear that the past is unbearable to look back on, but some people still remember it and bring it up again and again.I really regret that I met Orihara Rinya when I was in the second year of middle school.

At the same time, Shizuo Heiwajima also gave me a hard look, even through a layer of lenses, it didn't prevent me from thinking that his eyes looked like he was looking at some garbage.

Perhaps the difference between Orihara Rin and I is slightly different in his opinion, that is, I am recyclable garbage, and Orihara Rin is also toxic garbage.According to this logic, Shizuo Heiwajima should be called "Ikebukuro Scavenger" rather than "Ikebukuro's strongest".

But this scavenger was obviously not fit to listen to people's chatter, and I couldn't say I was in a good mood.In addition, when I thought that if I fought with Shizuo Shimao peacefully, the corners of Orihara Rinya's mouth would be raised to the sky, so I put down the idea of ​​continuing to inquire, and took out my mobile phone to climb up the twitter that I hadn't used for thousands of years. Special search for "Ikebukuro hot pot" keywords.

My twitter account is blank, a zombie account with no avatar, no ID, and no one seems to want to follow.

However, it is such a zombie account, but because of the one-way attention of the popular model Kise Ryota, it has gained 68 fans.There are so many of them that I have to lament that chasing stars makes people blind.

I met Masaomi Kida when I was on my way to the hot pot restaurant.The streets of Ikebukuro are full of people, including middle school students like me in school uniforms.

Ji Tianzhengchen's appearance has not changed much from two years ago, except that he is taller, his Adam's apple is more pronounced, his chin is sharper, and he hasn't even changed his hair dye.

"Your academic affairs teacher didn't escort you to the barber shop?" This was the first sentence I said when I stopped Ji Tianzhengchen in the street.

"Eh? Are... are you talking to us?" The young man next to Ji Tian Masaomi - probably his friend, seemed much more ordinary and honest than him.He looked at me in confusion, but before I could speak, Masaomi Ji Tian immediately stood up, blocking his friend behind him like an old hen protecting its cubs.

He exaggeratedly said "Oops", "Isn't this Miss Zhongyuan! Long time no see, you are still so beautiful and lovely."

I used to think that Masaomi Kida's voice was a bit like that of Mr. Dazai.

Now that the voice change period has passed, their voices seem to be getting closer.

I frowned and stared at him closely, showing my disgust on my face without any cover.

It's good to be praised, but when I was praised in a voice that sounded like Mr. Dazai's voice, I could see the goosebumps on my arms when I rolled up my sleeves.

Perhaps Ji Tianzhengchen would feel aggrieved, he didn't even understand that when we met again after two years, it was just that I was walking on the road and I got into my bad luck.

But history always has inevitability.It is precisely because of this that the scene you saw before, where we sat in a hot pot restaurant and ate hot pot happily, appeared.

I didn't even pretend to say goodbye to Masaomi Kida, neither hot pot, pranks, or chatting with people made me feel better.I know that I have had a fluke mentality since I was a child, thinking that Atobe and Akashi would keep quiet about my secrets that I didn't hide so deliberately.

They can pretend not to see the traces of the horse's feet, and they can force themselves not to think about it when they feel weird.

But I never dared to look into why they would do it.

Is it because I am the Central Plains Deep Sea?

No, maybe the more important reason is that they are very, very good in themselves.

Atobe has his own pride and reserve, and Akashi has his secretive and unique gentleness.

It has never been difficult for me to accept other people's kindness, but how to repay it seems to be a problem I am constantly avoiding.

Because as I grew older, I began to gradually discover that mutual giving between people is no longer as simple and clear as giving each other birthday gifts.The answer is no longer limited to tennis and basketball, reading and shogi, Yorkshire pudding and soup tofu.

There are many things that I have finally taken for granted are quietly changing.

Although in the past I always had to be dragged by Mr. Dazai to fight with Akutagawa, Kyoka always ignored me, Atobe and Akashi argued over which of sugar water and salt water can be used as a conductor to give the electrostatic shielding effect all afternoon.

If possible, I hope that I can indulge in the simple and happy days of the past forever.

Not to grow up is really the best wish in the world.

But wishes and dreams are always the subjective conjecture of human beings.

Gravity can travel through time and space, but I can't go back to the past.

And under the action of this uncontrollable force, the nightmarish Ice Emperor's [-]st Academy Festival, which will be engraved in the deepest part of my soul, the most chaotic and most embarrassing event in history, finally took place Before May and May sickness hit, the curtain was lifted.