About my brother and I are both gravity making this thing

066 Good Deeds Need Witnesses

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Nakaya may be able to say a few words to Mr. Sakaguchi, but it is absolutely impossible to endure being in the same space with him for more than eight hours.The two of them quarreled until two o'clock in the morning last night over "who should get out".As for how the final result was that Chuya kicked Mr. Sakaguchi out, I don't know anything about it, because I fell asleep on the sofa at that time.

There are generally three types of effects that sleeping on the sofa can have on the body.One is sore all over, the other is catching a cold and catching a cold, and the third is aching all over and catching a cold.

I sat at the edge of the dining table, with both hands around the granule soup that gave off an unpleasant smell, and one couldn't hold back, and sneezed into the cup.

The dark brown water swayed slightly, causing my head to slump forward. The sore muscle from the stiff neck was pulled, and I immediately bared my teeth and screamed in pain. The tears of the crocodile fell down, "I want to die." I have only one wish before I die, I want to eat the strawberry ice cream Daifuku from the shop next to Sensoji Temple..."

"Then you die. Then you don't have to be afraid of the cold palace and dysmenorrhea. At that time, I will put your favorite strawberry ice cream Daifuku in front of your spirit card. After eating it, you can fulfill all your wishes and become a Buddha."

"..."

Only at this time, my brother would be very difficult to talk, and acting like a spoiled child, crying and losing his temper is not good.I pursed my lips and fell into a very unwilling silence.

Zhongya held a palm-sized hot water bag in his hand, and the dark rust-colored energy body spread from his arm until it completely wrapped the hot water bag.He put the hot water bottle on the back of my neck and let go, but the rubber bag filled with hot water was firmly attached to the back of my neck.

Again, Gravity Manipulation is definitely a good ability to work on and put to good use, whether it's killing people for money or traveling around your home.

Because of my cold, the "main course" of this doomed breakfast is a rice that is boiled just right and every grain of rice is extremely soft and sweet...

White porridge.

As for pickled radish in soy sauce, which has a strong taste that is not conducive to healing, it does not exist.

In the eyes of the Chinese, a cold is a malaria with a strong medieval magical color that can kill me from under the nose of modern medicine in minutes. Ten Jesus came to the world together. Their light can not be saved from the North Pole to the South Pole. kind of.

As a fluid, alcohol can dance on the tip of Chuya's tongue and nerves, but porridge can only make him smack his tongue.

The two of us have a difficult taste in the Kanto area, which is mainly light. This is why our family always moves around Yokohama's Chinatown for exercise.

We ordered takeout.

Before going out, Zhongya was carrying his windbreaker. From this point of view, he was a handsome and spirited guy with excellent clothing (although others might not understand why he wore it so thick in summer).

But when he picked up the garbage bag that was written "combustible" that I piled up to the door, his style of painting as a Hong Kong black cadre inevitably collapsed.

In fact, Chuya had already returned from abroad a few days earlier. The reason why he came last night was because Mr. Mori didn’t urge him to go back and return after the task was completed, and the second was because the location of the last task was far away from the place where I was studying in Tokyo. The small apartment was very close, so he had time to come and see me.

Zhong Ye stood outside the door waiting for the elevator, and I stepped on my slippers and poked my head from behind the door.The numbers on the small screen next to the elevator jumped up and down. During this period, I also turned out a sentence that appeared most frequently in my first five years, and said it again-eat well, eat on time Sleep, don't always make it difficult for the teacher, and remember to eat well.

He repeated the good meal twice...

I think Zhong is also losing his mind.In the breaks between this kind of continuous high-load work that can be slightly relaxed, his eyes look a little dimmed, like a veil cast on blue gems.

Although there is a god in Chuya's body, which affects his ability and sexual strength in a somewhat inhuman way, his mental state has not received the grace of that god.

In short, this world is mysterious and mysterious.

Powers and personalities are as confusing as "gifts of God".

But when it comes to development capabilities, Chuya and I actually don't have much communication.After all, although we are both "gravity operation", the trigger method and the nature of the ability are fundamentally different.

And when I once again used my ability to take down the honey mustard flavored POCKY (this taste was not sold well and was put in limbo by the supermarket staff) on the top shelf of the shelf, Mr. Sakaguchi's frowning can already Hold on to a poker card.

According to the law, even if I am the Heavenly King, I cannot use my abilities in public without obtaining a formal license or joining a relevant club.

"But look, that lady over there is using 'personality'." I pointed to a middle-aged woman with a slightly fat body but a kind face not far away.The muscles on her forearm swelled obviously, and then she lifted a [-]kg bag of rice without changing her expression, and put it into the shopping cart beside her.

Such examples are not uncommon in the lives of ordinary people, just like many people know the traffic rules of stopping at a red light and going at a green light, but they still cross the road when the red light is on and no vehicles are passing by to save time.

Mr. Sakaguchi didn't want to argue with me, anyway, he knew that the final verbal education that couldn't be turned into a lesson would end with me screaming "I won't listen, I won't listen".As for social animals who are weak due to lack of sleep due to long-term overtime work, they can't even carry two boxes of Mianmian Break Enhanced Edition (a box of 24 cans, not to mention it's really heavy).

I laughed quite loudly at the skinny grown man.I believe my laughter must be as harsh as the sound of fingernails scratching on the blackboard, but Mr. Sakaguchi is very stubborn.He couldn't lift the box, and he didn't consider asking me for help, so he could only ask the supermarket staff beside him for help.

While they were busy, I ran to the tasting area I just passed by again.

"The croquettes just out of the oven! Miss, do you want to try it?" The salesman wearing a white chef's uniform standing behind the white cloth opened the lid and handed me the paper bowl containing the steaming croquettes together with a fork, while Thoughtfully reminded, "Don't be polite, be careful of burning."

Unlike Mr. Sakaguchi, a creature that only needs functional drinks such as Mianmian Break to survive, the supermarket is a place full of temptations for me.All kinds of new products placed on the table in the tasting area are cut into small pieces, and you can smell the overflowing aroma when you lift the hemispherical transparent cover covering it.

As long as the food is served here, it will be divided into portions that can be eaten in one bite, including ice cream.

Because there is only one bite, you don’t have to worry about residues sticking to your mouth when you put it in your mouth, and because it’s in the tasting area, you can throw the paper bowl and spoon into the trash can to destroy the corpse after eating—— I must solemnly tell you that the tasting area is a paradise for every child who is forbidden by their parents to eat this or that!

Of course, I am definitely not the only one who can discover such a pure land of bliss from the mortal confinement.In the past several times (maybe dozens of times), I have always found many comrades in arms.Although the superficial fate between us will be ruthlessly cut off by the parents after we are full, the joy of eating together at that time and the fear of being caught by the parents are worth cherishing!

According to Chuya, if my attitude towards each child was as good as that of the children who try food together, I would have become a popular star in the school long ago. How could there be so many children? Crying and ran to the teacher to complain that Zhongyuan Shenhai bullied them again.

To be honest, I don't have a deep understanding of the discrimination I show.

Because every "comrade-in-arms" who instructs me is also not likely to get well from me.

After chasing away two kids who tried to compete with me for vanilla ice cream, I decisively ignored a little guy who yelled "Master Rambo wants Master Rambo too".

The little boy in a cow suit in front of him is not half as tall as a table leg, and there are a pair of sharp-looking horns hidden in his fluffy curly hair. I don’t know what the parents think, but they dare to let their children wear such horns. Not only is it easy to hurt yourself, but it is also easy to stab someone else's things when you go out.

He jumped up and down under the table for a long time but failed to attract the attention of the salesperson, but instead confused others from knowing where the voice of the child came from.

Even if it's not on purpose, the feeling of being ignored can be unbearable.

This little boy is obviously in the period when he most needs the care of his parents to prove his sense of existence. The failure to gain attention by making a lot of noise quickly cut down his little patience, and he turned to vent his anger like crashing into the red silk Like a fighting bull in the movie, he lowered his head unwillingly and pushed the foot of the table.

With my gravity operation fixed, the table didn't move at all. Instead, the little boy who didn't know the importance squatted on the ground with his head in his arms, choked up sobbing, and forced himself to tell himself, "Master Lanbo is a man, absolutely not You can cry! You can't cry, you can't cry... Mom..."

After all, tears gushed out of his eyes like a reservoir opening.

The color of the little boy's eyeballs was emerald green, and after being washed by tears, they looked more like two emeralds full of water.

His whimpering was more penetrating than the previous chatter, and several mothers who were either pushing a stroller or holding their children couldn't help but look sideways at us.

Yes, that's right, us.

I also wondered why I would be condemned by them with the eyes of "such a big sister bullying the younger brother".

But if we explain to others around us that we are not related by blood, it will probably make the already misleading fact even darker.

I had a headache and squatted down helplessly—even so, I couldn’t keep his gaze level, which made me realize that the little boy in front of me was indeed too young. The lady approaching - reached out and poked his "horn".

"Hey, did you get separated from your mother?" I tried my best to make my expression look softer, which is not easy for me, after all, expression management means being expressionless to me.

"Woooo..." He turned his head to look at me, his small body trembling from sobbing, he took a moment to think and respond to my question, and then nodded slowly ,"Um......."

Those emerald eyes were indeed very beautiful, like the surface of a lake under sunshine and rain.

Probably finally found that someone took care of me, he rushed towards me crying with snot and tears all over his face, "Woo! Mom——!!"

God is above!

Aragami above!

The ghost knows how terrified my expression was when I was frightened.

Anyway, by the time Mr. Sakaguchi found me (the supermarket is too big, he just asked the intelligence staff who had been monitoring my activities to guide me), I had already spared several boxes of facial tissues in the tasting area, and I was looking forward to Wipe the holes in the sleeves of the clothes, and wipe the shirt covered with tears and snot with a tissue.

"I don't want to be a good person anymore!" I angrily announced to Mr. Sakaguchi who had just arrived and looked at the mess around me and was confused before he understood the situation. "You and him! Witnesses of idle 'good deeds'!"

Sure enough, Mr. Sakaguchi showed a more bewildered look, and then he followed the direction of my finger and saw the little boy in a cow suit who changed from squatting to sitting, sitting on the ground crying profusely.

I don't know why, but it's definitely not my illusion.

I could clearly see Mr. Sakaguchi's expression, and what was visible to the naked eye became more complicated.