The lover that gravity makes is wrong

With the actual knowledge of the 'Hongmen Games', Nakahara Nakaya realized that he would not be surprised what happened next.

But it turns out that the gravitationalist is still too naive.

During the break between sports venues, a certain red-haired girl excitedly ran back to the seating area holding the trophy, thrust the honor into Zhongya Zhongya's hands, and proudly put her hands on her hips,

"Look, Mr. Chuya! I am No.1!"

That way, I don't feel at all that this trophy is mixed with something that is not suitable to show off to lovers.

For example, not long ago, the heartache of being publicly backstabbed by a sweetheart.

"Hmph, I feel Chuya-sensei, this is the weight of a champion."

The third son looked at Zhongyuan Zhongye with sparkling eyes, and he almost wrote the three big characters "to praise" on his face.

Even Bai Ze shook his head when he saw that upright look, he had to say with emotion, San Zijiang has great potential, if he cultivates it well, he might be another super ghost who can swim freely in the Shura field without knowing it.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked down at the gleaming green trophy in his arms, and had reason to suspect that this was another kind of critical attack on him by the ghost assistant officer.

"Third son."

"Huh=v=?" The red-haired girl blinked and stared at the brown-haired mafia, and responded expectantly.

Unexpectedly, Nakahara Chuya suddenly asked, "Mr. Ghost Lantern and I, who is more important to you?"

"Huh?" Sanzi was startled.

Appeared!The must-kill question between couples!

Sir Sanzi, if the answer here is wrong, it will be marked down terribly!

Momotaro and the others behind grabbed the passing little white dog into their arms, and swallowed nervously.

At the same time, the Ghost Assistant Officer, who seemed to be looking through the inspection list, paused his fingers to turn the page, and looked over with squinted eyes. His narrow gray eyes fell lightly on the back of the third son's head across the crowd.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the third son felt that the competition venue seemed to be subtly quiet for a second.

Under the seemingly unintentional observation of everyone, the red-haired girl scratched her cheek in surprise, as if she didn't expect her lover to ask such a question.

She looked around as if asking for help, and her eyes lit up immediately after looking at the whiteboard with standard answers written by the golden-red steel man outside the field.

The red-haired girl grabbed Nakahara Chuya's hands violently, and replied in a solemn tone like an oath,

"Teacher Zhongye, if you and Dad fall into the Needle Mountain at the same time, I will definitely save you first!"

Because in hell, protect yourself, but iron rules!

...Anyway, Dad is super strong, so nothing will happen!

All the jailers: "..."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

I don't know why, but I was chosen first, but I don't feel happy at all.

On the rostrum, Ghost Lamp looked away in satisfaction.

Off the field, Little A of the COS Steel O Man calmly put away the cheating whiteboard, hiding his achievements and fame.

[The first rule of the perfect couple in this world: When your lover asks you a difficult question, the best way is not to answer it directly, but to cover the past with another more unsolvable scene and divert attention at the same time. 】

[Similar reference scenarios are: If my boss/parents/dog/mobile phone fall into the water at the same time, for your reference. 】

On the side, Bai Ze held his chin and shook his head: "Have you learned Momotaro, this is the real 'stroke of God' in the field of love Shura."

Momotaro was speechless: "...No, no matter how you think about this trick, it is only valid for Brother Zhongyuan and Lord Guideng."

As long as it is an ordinary person, this is a proper proposition!

Of course, if it’s just this level of development, Nakahara Zhongya, who calmly accepted the answer and the trophy, said that it doesn’t matter, they will have a long time to come, and the big deal is to wait until they go home and then slowly settle the account.

But soon, a new accident happened again.

——"Attention all, the second round of barking panic, the species chaos is about to begin."

"Hmph, is it finally my turn to come out?"

In the rest area of ​​EU Hell, the blond demon stood up imposingly, and gracefully stroked his bangs towards the center of the venue.

Wait, executive officer, I'm going to impress you with a game today!

Mamen turned her head confidently, looking for the third son in the auditorium.

However, before he found someone and successfully issued a handsome declaration of invitation to the red-haired ghost outside the arena, he heard the black-haired ghost and god assistant officer on the rostrum, holding up a loudspeaker and continuing to add,

"The first player to play is the second-in-command assistant Demon Ma, Mr. Demon Bird, who came all the way from EU Hell!"

The blond devil's feet tilted: "Who is the little bird!"

"By the way, you just read it right, so you changed it on purpose!"

Mamen cursed angrily, but soon, as if he had thought of something, he suddenly calmed down, snorted,

"Forget it, compared to this, hey, Assistant Officer of Neon!"

"Since this is a species chaos, ordinary miscellaneous soldiers don't need to play. As a special guest, I designate a challenger. You should have no objections?"

Faced with the provocative words of the EU hell representative, the guards present were strangely lifeless.

Instead, they neatly showed a tacit expression of 'here we come again', and then shook their heads in unison, looking in the direction of the red-haired ghost.

At that time, the third son was concentrating on being fed by Chuya Zhongyuan.

A bite of biscuit, a bite of juice, so happy that I almost squinted my eyes.

When the eyes of the crowd seemed to be on her, she happened to snatch the last piece of cookie from Nakahara Chuya's finger.

Due to the fast movement, the sharp little canine teeth accidentally hit the mafia's fingertips, causing a small wound.

The third son looked at Zhongyuan Zhong, who also quickly turned red, with blood dripping from his fingertips, and blinked guiltyly.

Like a remedy, the red-haired girl took advantage of the fact that Zhong Yuanzhong hadn't reacted yet, and with lightning speed, suddenly raised her hand to put on the wrist of the red-haired mafia, then lowered her head suddenly, and put her lover's injured Fingers in the mouth.

The tip of the tongue quickly licked and sucked on the small wound, and then let it go quickly, as if nothing happened.

The whole movement can be described as smooth and flowing, if it wasn't for the loud sound of the last "boo", she would have really pretended it.

All the jailers: "..."

"Huh? Why are you looking at me? Isn't it a big fight?"

A certain red-haired ghost servant unconsciously raised his head and scratched his hair.

"Damn... unexpectedly, in broad daylight..."

Under the silent and sympathetic gaze of all the jailers, Mamen trembled angrily.

Suddenly the direction of the finger turned, and it pointed straight at the red-haired ghost messenger... The strange "red-haired ghost clan" around him shouted,

"That dwarf over there! If you're a man, you'll have a showdown with me. The loser will disappear immediately. How dare you!"

The whole place was silent.

——"Hey, an unexpected development has appeared, so, is this Lord of the Central Plains willing to fight on behalf of Neon Hell?"

A certain ghost and god assistant held up a loudspeaker and spoke like a second.

That calm expression was far from the 'unexpected' in his mouth.

The Yan Mo King next to him twitched his mouth, and a drop of sweat silently slid down his forehead: "Ghost Lantern Lord, you must have settled it, right?"

"What are you talking about, my lord?"

The answer to King Yan Mo was the assistant officer's unchanged poker face,

"It was a complete accident, and everyone saw it."

Everyone?

Oh, the jailors of hell who are summed up as 'everyone' at the moment feel like the 'cat shake head' meme that has been handed down in this world.

After the blond devil finished speaking, he watched the reaction of the little brother with red hair, and was distracted by the expressions of the third son and the ghost lamp, it was simply——

fantastic!

Ah, this is the excitement that the sports meeting should have!

Everyone clenched their fists excitedly, and Zhongyuan Zhong also naturally lived up to their expectations.

"As you wish, birdie."

The ocher-haired mafia sneered and stood up from his seat.

It just so happened that he had already disliked this guy.

The third party who covets other people's love affairs should honestly retreat to his bird's nest and cry bitterly.

"Ah, Chuya-sensei, wait a minute."

Just when Zhongyuan Zhongye was about to go on the field to fight, a hand suddenly grabbed the hem of his clothes.

Zhongyuan Zhong also turned his head, and pressed the third son's head clearly,

"I know that at most three-quarters will die, and there will be no international disputes in hell."

No, three-quarters death is serious enough, brother Zhefa!

The rest complained silently in their hearts.

"Ah, that doesn't matter."

After the third son waved his hand, he pulled down Nakahara Chuya's clothes, motioning him to bend down.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at his third son who was looking up at him, and suddenly his heart moved and he lowered his head.

In the next moment, the red-haired ghost girl took off the competition strap on her forehead, tied it on Nakahara Chuya's head, then raised her face slightly, and lightly pecked the red-haired mafia's chin, Kiss touch and leave,

"Well, family blessings, please do your best, Teacher Chuya!"

At that moment, the jailers who were forced to take a mouthful of dog food seemed to hear the voice of the red-haired mafia calming down, and——

"Whoa."

On the field, there was the sound of a blond devil heartbroken on the spot.

Bai Ze: "Ah, I fell down."

Momotaro: "Well, it was a big blow, and I lost my fighting spirit and fell down on the spot."

Everyone looked at Mamen, who had faded into a white stone statue and fell to the ground, and let out disappointing sounds that could not be seen as lively.

"Tsk."

The click of the tongue of the assistant ghost and god resounded brightly through the radio.

Obviously, he was more disappointed than the rest, but at this point, even the members of the conference could only reluctantly say,

"Then change the reservation, Mr. Nakahara, please tell us a funny joke."

Alright, now the pressure has come to Hong Kong-Black Gravity Envoy who is good at telling jokes.

Nakahara Chuya: "..." He knew it.

King Yan Mo turned his head silently: "Ghost Lantern Lord..."

Third son: "Father! I told you not to bully Teacher Zhongye!"

Ghost Lamp: "...tsk."

Perhaps it was the relationship between King Yan Mo and the reminder of the third son. After that, the targeting from the old father seemed to have really come to an end.

The sports meeting continued smoothly amidst the wailing of the jailers. Except that Zhongya Nakahara somehow replaced Sanzi as a participant, not only to supervise and encourage the lazy jailers to be lazy secretly, but also to participate in the subsequent shooting events. Nothing changed.

By the way, although it is a shot, in fact, it is more appropriate to use a mud ball here.

And it is said that this clay ball was made by the holy beetle of the Egyptian underworld, full of divine brilliance.

In the words of the ghost lamp, it is hoped that this scent of the gods can cleanse the hearts of the jailers and strengthen their minds.

"...It's the smell of feces! It's so disgusting!"

The prison guards who were forced to compete made the sound of frantic tears.

The red-haired ghost messenger on the side was still waving, cheering Zhongyuan Zhongye,

"Come on, Mr. Chuya! This is an opportunity, your supernatural ability was born for this moment!"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

No, even if it's 'dirty', he doesn't want such filth!

Although he frantically refused in his heart, due to some indescribable pressure of not wanting to lose, and the overly shining eyes of a certain red-haired ghost, PortMafia's force ceiling can be used by a thousand gravity, but he still reluctantly relied on the alien Ability to hold back the first trophy.

This match was so much a test of the mind that after the end, Zhong Yuanzhong was still a little stunned, and vaguely heard the sobbing sound of "dirty sadness".

...It must be an illusion, right?

The red-haired mafia thought suspiciously, he turned his head to look at the third son beside him, and finally asked the famous sentence——

"Third son, Mr. Ghost Lantern really hates me, right?"

With such a relationship, is it true that family wars will not break out in the future?

The progress bar in my mind has fast-forwarded to Mr. Gravity, who was ten years after marriage, worried.

"Eh? How come?"

Unexpectedly, the third son looked at Nakahara Nakaya quite unexpectedly after hearing this,

"Teacher Chuya, Dad actually appreciates you very much! He told me before——

The third son coughed, raised his fingers, and imitated the tone of the black-haired assistant officer and spoke slowly,

"Mr. Zhongyuan has excellent stress resistance and labor force, and is quite valuable for training and teaching. I am very much looking forward to it."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Is this appreciation?This is basically the tone when talking about the oppressive hard labor!

The ocher-haired mafia hesitated to speak, and just when he couldn't help but want to complain, the red-haired ghost suddenly glanced at him, curled his fingers and scratched his face, lowered his head as if embarrassed, and put his hands behind his back and smiled slightly. said redly,

"Besides, my father said that he will support my choice. For me, Teacher Chuya is the best..."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also slightly taken aback, and a smile appeared on his face.

He stretched out his hand to kiss Sanzi's earlobe and was about to speak when he suddenly heard a huge whistling sound coming from above his head. When he looked up, it turned out to be a huge burning iron ball? !

etc?Why are there iron balls in the sports meeting? !

"Teacher Chuya! Lower your head——!"

Before Zhongyuan Zhong could figure out the cause and effect, the red-haired girl in front of her suddenly had sharp eyes and skillfully grabbed the mace from the air.

While swinging, the sharp mace barely grazed the brown-haired mafia's head, hitting the giant iron ball into the air like a baseball.

The iron ball burning with flame flew far away, turned into a meteor, and disappeared into the sky.

"Huh, it's so dangerous, so dangerous."

The third son held the mace and let out a sigh of relief, "Don't worry about Mr. Chuya, this is just a prop for the last item in the sports meeting hahahahaha, it is specially used to light the frying pan for roasting jailers."

"Ah, but it's a little strange. Dad used to hit the iron ball on King Yan Mo's face. Why did it suddenly fly this way?"

"Hmm, did your hands slip?"

The third son stroked his chin thoughtfully.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

He dared to use the hat on his head to guarantee that the assistant officer definitely aimed at him before calling.

——Sure enough, there was no possibility of him and the father of the third son getting along peacefully.

……

…………

Although the whole process is quite difficult to describe in one word, but in any case, the Hell Games can be regarded as a successful completion.

"Oh! I had a lot of fun, I'm really looking forward to the next session!" The third son stretched his hands and said with a smile.

The rest of the prison guards, who were exhausted and exhausted, dared not speak out, but could only stare at them with aggrieved eyes: That's just what you, the father-in-law, think!

Of course, the third son couldn't receive the bitter eyes of other unlucky guys.

She opened her pocket watch to check the time, and found that it was almost possible to send Chuya teacher back to the present world. If she made it in time, she could also give her lover a day's rest.

oh!That's not bad.

"Go back, Teacher Chuya."

After saying goodbye to the old father, the third son turned his head, smiled brightly at his lover, took the juice given by his colleagues, and left the stage holding hands with the red-haired mafia.

The rest of the jailers were not so lucky.

After all, the loser who did not get the ranking——

"So."

The black-haired ghost assistant officer withdrew his gaze, poked the mace on the ground, looked at the trembling jailer, and showed the signature kind expression of a whale-headed crane.

"I'm not a devil after all, you can choose a flavor you like."

"Don't worry, it's just some harmless trick juice, at most society will die."

Isn't social death death?Lord Ghost Lamp!

All the jailers hugged each other, looked at the evil juice provided by the witch Lady Lilith, and shed tears of sadness.

Meanwhile, EU hell

Lady Lilith on the return trip opened her handbag and suddenly showed an unexpected expression: "Oh?"

"What's the matter, Lilith?" Beelzebub, the witch's husband, asked.

"Ah, it's just that the extra bottle of custom-made juice is missing, did it fall into the neon hell?"

Beelzebub: "Custom juice? Is it important?"

Lilith shook her head: "No, that doesn't matter, it's just that the effect is a bit special."

"Effect?"

"Actually, it's not a big deal..."

Lilith tapped her chin with her fingers for a while, then turned her head and blinked slightly at her husband, smiling coquettishly,

"It's just that there are some small, small, and interesting effects."

For example--

Those who drink it will obey their lover 24% within 100 hours, whatever.

Well, but the jailers on the side of Neon Hell are basically bachelors.

Even if I drink it by mistake, it shouldn't matter, right?