The lover that gravity makes is wrong

When the third son received the notice from his old father about the two-day Hell Games, he was overjoyed, and his emerald eyes lit up with two shades.

So, early in the morning, the red-haired ghost girl couldn't wait to push open the door of Chuya Zhongya's room.

Perfectly ignoring the still bright sky outside the window, and the electronic clock showing 4 o'clock in the morning on the bedside table.

The red-haired girl stretched out her hand triumphantly, and frantically slapped the ocher-haired mafia under the quilt, like a kitten who had been parkouring in the middle of the night.

"Teacher Chuya! Teacher Chuya! Good news, cough, it's bad news. Hell is planning to hold a joint sports meeting, and all members are required to participate, so we won't be able to see each other for the next week!"

"It's so sad, I will miss you hahahaha!"

The third son patted the quilt and said happily, not realizing at all that it was quite unwise to wake up the sleeping black beast without authorization.

After all, the red-haired ghost messenger may not get a fat beating, but he will definitely usher in a——

The real, no-frills, morning-disgruntled, um, lover.

Sure enough, the brown-haired mafia in his sleep opened his eyes with a grim expression, and a dangerous dark light flashed in his half-dozed cobalt blue pupils.

He stretched out his hand from between the quilts, and with the high temperature in his palm, he grabbed the red-haired girl's wrist.

"Eh?"

A huge sense of weightlessness suddenly rose from under his feet.

Before the third son had time to think about what was going on, he was pulled by a strong force and fell into the soft pillow, and the mattress jumped up elastically.

With a dazed look on his face, the red-haired ghost guard only felt a strong arm wrap around his lower back, and then moved forward, and his whole body fell into a scorching embrace.

His legs were locked by two slender thighs, and the tip of his nose hit Guangguo's firm chest.

The familiar aura unique to the ocher-haired mafia came to the face, so strong that it almost drowned the third son.

Mrs. Zhongye was sleeping, but she was, she was not, she was not wearing it! !

The red-haired ghost suddenly opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and his brain shut down for five seconds.

By the sixth second, a certain red-haired girl finally realized that something was wrong, and was about to part the arms on her waist and jump up——

Nakahara Chuya's head leaned forward first, his warm breath sprinkled on the side of the girl's neck, his voice was terribly low and hoarse, with hints that were about to come out, it sounded close to the ears of the third son,

"Don't move around, Sanzi, be good, I don't want to spoil you right now."

The red-haired girl froze instantly.

Not only because of the very real threat in his ear, but also as if to prove that what the Mafia said was true. The second after his voice fell to the ground, Sanzi could clearly feel something inside the quilt...

"Then, that Chuya teacher—"

The third son said tremblingly, "Do you eat snapdragon mints? Refresh your mind, clear your eyes, clear your heart, and relieve your anger!"

Especially the anger now!

A chuckle escaped his lips against his ear.

As if he knew what the red-haired girl was thinking at the moment, Nakahara also stretched out his hand, and stroked the back of his lover's head soothingly.

However, what he said was completely different from his gentle actions at the moment.

"How about a leader, Sanzi?"

Nakahara Chuya rubbed the tip of his nose on the red-haired ghost's neck affectionately, his tone was comparable to that of a deceptive demon,

"You don't want to stay like this forever, do you?"

Third son: "..."

Woo... Teacher Chuya, you, you pervert!

……

…………

By the time the two got up and had breakfast, the sky outside the window was already completely bright.

Zhong Yuanzhong also hummed a song and brought out the warm milk, and put it on Sanzi's left hand thoughtfully - a certain red-haired ghost messenger is now sore in his right hand, and he can't lift something heavier than chopsticks for the time being.

...No, maybe even tools like chopsticks that require precise manipulation of the fingers—

Thinking of this, the blush on Sanzi's face added another layer, but his eyes towards Chuya Zhongyuan gradually became kinder.

Just when the black air of dissatisfaction behind her was about to materialize, the ocher-haired mafia spoke unhurriedly, interrupting the coming 'Hammer of the Ghost'.

"So, Hell Games?"

The black air behind the third son paused, and the next second, the sun was shining brightly, and the flower buds were in full bloom.

"right."

The red-haired ghost girl nodded, tried her best to suppress the corners of her mouth that were about to turn up to the sky, tried to mobilize the muscles on her face, and squeezed out a regretful expression,

"Because of the difference in the speed of time, Mr. Chuya, it's so sad that we won't be able to see each other for a while! Ah, I'm starting to miss you now."

...that's weird.

Although it is not very good to say so, but due to the escalating actions of a certain brown-haired mafia, the keen crisis instinct told the third son that it is better to hide for a while if you don't want to suffer.

Shameful to escape, but super useful!

Thank you, Dad!This sports meeting came just in time!

The third son expresses his sorrow on the surface, but in fact, he is madly thanking his old father in his heart.

Little liar.

Nakahara Nakaya looked at the red-haired ghost messenger whose eyes were about to bend into crescent moons, and reminded coolly,

"Third son, the smile on the corner of your mouth can hardly be concealed."

"……cough!!"

The red-haired ghost messenger raised his hand quite understandably, subconsciously trying to cover the corner of his mouth, but when he raised his eyes, he met his lover's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"No, Mr. Zhongye, you read it wrong! How could I be relieved in my heart, secretly happy that I can finally distance myself and hide for a while, hahaha, no, no!"

The third son sneered, and turned the hand that was about to cover his small expression abruptly, to get the warm milk at hand.

"yes."

The ocher-haired mafia didn't expose her, but just waited quietly for a while.

It wasn't until the third son looked away guiltily and drank a big mouthful of milk that he propped his chin with one hand and spoke with a smile on his face,

"Speaking of which, I should be able to go to the sports meeting as well—as a family member."

Sanzi choked, and almost spit out a mouthful of milk from his nostrils.

"Cough-cough-!"

"Teacher Chuya—!! You did it on purpose!!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also simply admitted: "Well, that's right."

"...Evil-minded! Perverted! Sex-crazed!"

Although a certain ghost girl tried her best to object, she couldn't hold back Zhong Yuan. After thinking for a while, she took out her mobile phone and dialed the number of the ghost assistant officer in front of the third son.

"Hello, Mr. Ghost Lantern, I would like to ask you a question, about the Hell Games..."

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"You actually went to the parents directly? You're cheating! Teacher Zhongye!!!"

……wrong!

The red-haired ghost who protested loudly was slow to react.

Why do you have your father's phone number, Mr. Chuya!When did you get it?

Yeah, when is it?

Nakahara Chuya, who got the approval of Guicha's father, smiled without saying a word.

****

at the same time

Underworld, the Fifth Yama Hall

Ghost Lamp hung up the phone expressionlessly, staring at the phone screen and slowly narrowing his eyes.

Oh, I'm waiting for you, brat.

The hell administrator who accidentally saw the old father's "Laugh of the Queen Mother" shuddered behind his back, and silently shed tears of sympathy for Zhongyuan Zhongye.

the other side

Office of the Chief of PortMafia

Mori Ogai fell into deep thought for a long time as he faced the hellish leave note on the table, which obviously did not belong to this world.

Although he does owe a bunch of holidays to Mr. Zhongye.

Although there was indeed no major event that required the presence of Mr. Zhongye in the following period of time.

but……

Holding his last hope, Mori Ogai looked up at the blonde who was eating cake on the sofa,

"Alice sauce, tell me, what will happen if I refuse the visa?"

The blond-haired Alice didn't even bother to give a reasonable look, and said perfunctorily without raising her head,

"You can try, Rintaro, you can try."

Mori Ogai: "..."

So here comes the question, do Hong Kong and black leaders dare to try?

No, he dare not.

Even the leaders of Hong Kong and black are afraid of dying if they try.

Ever since, on the day of the Hell Games, the gravity of PortMafia made both feet step on the land of Huangquan on time.

——as a family member.

****

The sports meeting in Hell is more lively than Chuya Nakahara imagined.

In addition to the "acquaintances" I saw at the Obon Festival last time, Nakahara Nakaya, who was sitting in the family spectator seat, also saw many unfamiliar faces.

Judging by the appearance of the three-headed dog in the dress and logo, it should be the EU Hell contestant mentioned by the third son.

EU hell?

So the little bird that covets someone else's lover should also--

Zhong Yuanzhong was also thinking about it, and as expected, his eyes turned, and he unexpectedly met the gaze of a certain blond demon at the starting point.

The blond-haired demon from EU Hell was obviously looking for someone. His pair of vertical pupils kept glancing at the track. When he saw the red-haired girl on the other side who was moving her ankles, her eyes lit up.

Just as he took out the small mirror and was about to take a photo of his hairstyle, through the reflection of the mirror, he caught a glimpse of a certain pair of cobalt blue pupils obliquely behind him.

Why is this human being here! ! !

Still sitting at the family table!

It is said that when a rival in love meets, one is extremely jealous.

At this moment, Mamen stared at Zhongyuan Zhongye's obviously fake ghost horns, his vertical pupils were so red that they were about to bleed.

Damn, it's still a family seat.

The blond devil gritted his teeth in anger, and accidentally crushed the mirror in his hand.

Off the court, Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered, raised the corners of his mouth not to be outdone, and gave the opponent a provocative look.

The two men were fighting with their eyes in the air, while the ghost girl who was supposed to be the center of the storm ran to the rostrum with a face of joy, put her furry head in the hand of the ghost assistant officer, and blinked like a pair of puppies. Round eyes, looking up at the ghost lamp,

"Dad, Dad, blessings!" The third son grabbed the sleeve of the ghost lamp full of expectation.

The black-haired assistant officer stretched out his hand kindly, like when he was a child, he straightened the bandage on the red-haired girl's forehead skillfully, and then pressed his big palm on the third son's head affectionately,

"Come on, third son."

boo.

The red-haired ghost who was blessed by his father bent his eyes foolishly, and bloomed small flowers behind his back.

The assistant ghost and god withdrew his hand, like a winner, and calmly glanced at the two defeated dogs who were fighting with their eyes.

Mammon: "..."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Suddenly, there was an illusion of participating in a Hongmen Banquet.

Zhong Yuanzhong also fell silent. Suddenly, he felt an aura approaching behind him. Before he could make a move, he was lightly patted on the shoulder.

"Hey, brother, do you want height-enhancing medicine?"

"Huh?!" Nakahara Chuya turned his head with fire in his eyes.

In PortMafia, everyone in Hong Kong and black knows that although the cadres of the Central Plains are forthright, affectionate and righteous, and occasionally look fierce on the surface, they are actually quite easy to talk to their own people, but there are still some painful feet that cannot be poked. ,for example--

Cough, height.

I don't know if the curse of a defected cadre really took effect. The poor Central Plains cadre has never exceeded 160 cm in height since then.

As a result, occasionally a subordinate will accidentally bump into him, and the majestic gravity makes the adult stealthily carry people behind his back, and search on the computer for "Can men grow taller in the future?" ' kind of question.

Those who hear it are sad, and those who see it cry.

Except for a certain former cadre who is not a man, no one dares to poke the sore feet of the Central Plains gravity.

But, here is a hell where anything is possible.

Zhongyuan Zhong also turned his head, and was about to hammer the provocative person into the ground, but after seeing the person in front of him clearly, he showed a hesitant expression,

"I remember you are...Mr. Bai Ze?"

The black-haired young man with a white medical towel on his head waved to Zhongyuan Zhongya with a smile: "Hey, we meet again, brother Zhongyuan."

Central Plains also remembers Bai Ze.

The third son once mentioned to him that the one in front of him is said to be an auspicious beast from a flower planter, who can understand the emotions of all things and know about ghosts and gods.

Although he often suffers from women's affairs, his superb medical skills are beyond reproach.

At least among the three souls, the red-haired ghost who was missing from the 'Youjing' was able to grow up alive and well thanks to Bai Ze's care.

Such a person, what can you do with him?

As if seeing the doubts of the ocher-haired mafia, Bai Ze chuckled,

"Don't worry, Brother Central Plains, our medicine is absolutely genuine, and no one can deceive you. As for the reason for the sudden kindness, of course it is—"

Bai Ze's eyes changed, revealing a smile of watching a certain assistant officer play,

"It's rare to have a warrior like you who can make that Wannian shaking S daughter feel uncomfortable. Of course we have to thank you very much and raise you tall and strong. It's best to be able to look down on that guy directly so that we can continue to watch jokes! "

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

This person really didn't intend to pretend at all, he just said the words 'look at a joke'.

...However, the height-enhancing medicine from the flower planter Ruishou.

The 1.6-year [-]-meter ocher gravitational force showed a heart-beating expression.

Seeing this, Bai Ze took out the medicine bottle and POS machine that he had prepared from his arms quite cooperatively, one in each of his left and right hands,

"Sheng Hui, 870 million yen, our store accepts credit card payment. For the sake of Sanzijiang's boyfriend, you can get a discount, and the total is 880 million. This is a very auspicious number for a flower grower!"

This grandiose, profiteering act of raising prices on the ground——

"make a deal."

Zhongyuan also took out the card neatly.

Bai Ze smiled.

Good job, Daji's bill has settled again.

At this moment, Zhongyuan Zhong also got the chance to grow taller, and the old Chinese doctor Bai Ze got the assistant officer who can respond to ghosts and gods, and it is a good thing to squander it by the way. They all have a bright future.

That's great, Hell Games.

Just when the two of them were sighing in their hearts——

boom!

The bang of a rocket launcher exploded in the sports venue.

Zhong Yuan Zhong also just took the medicine bottle, and before he had time to swipe the card, the black-haired youth in front of him was hit suddenly, flew out of the old height, and then fell headlong into the pit with blood on his face, his feet Also smoked.

"—Bastard shaking S man!"

Bai Ze cursed loudly with his eyes raised, and the top of his head was bleeding profusely.

It's a pity that he was loud, and the black-haired assistant officer holding a megaphone was even louder.

"Oh, oh, just replaced the starting gun with a bazooka, did you become so scared? How can you be a jailer at this level? If you don't get up quickly, you will lose to the third son."

"If the whole army is wiped out—oh, you know what will happen, right?"

Ghost Lantern's words made the guards who were lying on the starting point tremble collectively, and got up from the ground with a 'shua'.

At full speed, he chased after the back of the red-haired ghost with a livid face.

"Third son--!! Wait a minute!! We don't want to die yet!"

This hoarse cry, with its deep affection and grief, anyone who heard it would not be able to help crying.

Unfortunately, a certain red-haired executive is not a person, she is a ghost.

Therefore, the third son who heard the pleading behind him not only did not slow down, but rushed even faster.

"I refuse! I promised my father that I would take the first place! You all eat dirt!"

"No! Third son!!"

The family seats outside the court: "..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also seemed to suddenly understand the role of the third son in this sports meeting.

"so……"

The corner of Momotaro's mouth twitched, telling the truth,

"Master Sanzi is the trump card to stimulate the jailers to use all their strength to the death, isn't it?"

But Lord Ghost Lantern, isn't this really too strict?

In terms of physical strength, no one can run faster than the third son!

"No, things are not that simple, Momotaro-kun. There must be an unexpected turning point in this race."

Bai Ze climbed out of the pit tenaciously, sat down on the chair, clasped his hands and propped his chin, showing sharp eyes.

Momotaro stared at the bruised and swollen Ruishou without a word: "...are you the commentator of Shark Tennis, Mr. Bai Ze?"

Also an unexpected turning point.

However, as the saying goes, the person who understands you best in the world is not your friend, but your enemy.

At least on the point of knowing that the assistant officer of ghosts and gods is a 'ghost animal', Bai Ze will never guess wrong.

Sure enough, the third son who took the lead stopped in front of a long table, opened the sticky note on it, and then froze.

"This is an opportunity, everyone!!"

The jailers who were desperately chasing behind took the opportunity to pounce on them, grabbing the sticky notes on the table one after another,

"Hahahaha, I can't think of it, my lord Sanzi, this is a race with borrowed objects, and luck is also a part of strength."

That's right, this is a game of luck!

They don't need all of them to beat the executive, as long as one person is luckier than the executive, they have a chance!

"I'm really sorry, Lord Sanzi, let's go first..."

The jailer who spoke was smiling as he read the request on the note, and then the smile died on his face.

Because what he got was——

【Private server old-fashioned boss】

The other jailers were not much better. The papers they opened were basically impossible requests such as "difficult seniors" and "colleagues with bad breath". Tang Gua was even worse. What he got was 【The opposite sex you like】.

"This is simply a public execution!"

"Hey! What is this!!"

There was howling in the arena.

At the same time, the commentary of a ghost animal assistant officer also happened to sound.

"The purpose of this year's conference is to increase the mental burden for everyone, so let's cheer up!" (①)

Nakahara Chuya turned his head silently, looked at Bai Ze and Momotaro who were seated beside him: "...Is this sports meeting held like this every year?"

What answered him was the affirmative look in the eyes of the two.

Instead, Bai Ze added meaningfully: "Yes, but this year can be said to be particularly harsh."

Who is it all because of?

At this time, there was an exclamation in the arena.

Among a group of jailers who were either heartbroken or abstained, only two calm figures stood out——

The natural black devil jailer named 'Eggplant' glanced at the requirements on the note, put one hand on his forehead and scanned the players in the field, then ran up to one of the middle-aged men and jumped up. , Without hesitation, he snatched away the wig on top of the opponent's head.

The bald man who was so shocked that he stiffened into a stone sculpture: "..."

On the other side, the red-haired ghost guard pondered for a while, then suddenly turned around, and rushed towards the family seat without any hesitation.

Zhong Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and he stretched out his hand, but he saw the third son "hula", the wind and lightning passed by him, and he went straight to the rostrum next to the family seats, holding him The hand of the black-haired assistant officer ran towards the finish line.

Without even looking at some brown-haired mafioso.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Suddenly, there was a bad premonition.

Sure enough, the next second that Zhongyuan Zhong also thought so, cheers sounded at the front end.

"Oh, oh, when you were dawdling, Sanzi and Eggplant had reached the finish line at the same time, so let's see their answers."

"Yes--!"

The white-haired eggplant raised the wig in his hand, and his note read [someone's wig].

"Great--!"

At the same time, the red-haired ghost girl also jumped up and raised the old father's hand, and her note read——

【Favorite opposite sex (only one person)】

Well, the content in the brackets is very soulful.

Nakahara Chuya at the family table: "..."

On the side, Shirasawa and Momotaro patted the shoulder of a certain ghost officer, active lover, Nakahara Chuya, and said sympathetically,

"Well, after all, Sanzijiang is controlled by the father."

"Because the third son is in control of the father."

The two said in unison: "Brother Zhongyuan, don't mind!"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

A certain brown-haired mafia turned his head wordlessly, and met the expressionless gaze cast by the ghost assistant officer from afar.

He was convinced that this was a 'Hongmen Games'.

The comparison is——

Whose status is more important in the heart of the red-haired ghost.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at Ghost Lamp silently, and with a click, their eyes collided in the air, splashing sparks of gunpowder smoke.

In the first scene, the old ghost lamp father VS lover Nakahara Chuya——

Ghost lamp old father, win.