The lover that gravity makes is wrong

([-]) Secondary illness

——"Second Second Disease"

It is said that this is a terrible and lovely disease that teenagers are most likely to suffer from when they are entering puberty in the second year of junior high school.

The self-awareness in the making is mixed with the childishness of love and daydreaming, making people do all kinds of weird behaviors... um--

For example, people who only read juvenile manga magazines yesterday suddenly read original English books;

I don’t know what is good about the bitter taste of coffee, but I am obsessed with black coffee; I firmly believe that I have the potential of special strength, so I am addicted to various weight training... (①)

It turned out to be the case.

Elementary Department of Wenhao Huahua College

In the corridor leading to the classroom, the red-haired girl closed the "Psychological Analysis and Life (Original English)" in her hand, revealing the truth in her eyes.

"Well, Chuya, there is something I wanted to ask when I started school."

"what's up?"

The red-haired boy who was walking side by side with the red-haired girl turned his head sideways when he heard the words.

The slightly longer hair was brushed away, revealing the young man's exquisite and handsome appearance and the black collar on his neck.

The third son stared at the collar of his bamboo horse for a while, and quickly pointed around the boy's uniform with his fingers,

"Black collars, black cross ties, black gloves, so many black light-absorbing things that I wear on my body every day,"

The red-haired girl looked at Nakahara Chuya and asked a sincere question from her soul,

"Chuya, it's summer now, aren't you hot?"

In just a short distance, Zhongye, a young man with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, was silent for a second, and still stubbornly chose to maintain the image and dignity of a cool and handsome boy.

Zhong Ye said firmly: "It's not hot."

"Oh, okay."

The third son glanced at Mr. Zhuma's dead duck mouth, and nodded clearly.

The next second, the girl stuffed the half-emptied handkerchief back into her pocket.

Then, in front of Nakahara Chuya, he turned off the small electric fan hanging around his neck, and took out the ice pack that Zhuma had hidden in his trouser pocket, and put it in his hand.

After finishing all this, the third son raised his head again, his emerald pupils were as crystal clear as gemstones, and he asked sincerely,

"Then are you hot now, Zhong Er, cough, Zhong Ye."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

I heard!

Zhongyuan Zhong also stood still amidst the din of cicadas.

In order not to embarrass himself in front of Qingmei, the red-haired boy resolutely withstood the heat wave outside the window!

- and then three seconds later

Zhong Yuanzhong was also sweating profusely, with firm eyes: "...Third son, at least give me back the ice pack."

(2) Secondary illness X[-]

"Hmph, take care of Sanzi, these are not just decorations!"

Having received the handkerchief, ice pack, and small fan again, Nakaya snorted, and under the indescribable eyes of red-haired Ome, he took off his neck ring, tie, gloves, and even...

Room, indoor shoes? !

"Each accessory is specially made for 20 kilograms, adding up to a total of 80 kilograms. With the extra shoes, I can now move four times faster than usual!"

"How about it, Sanzi, you should have four of me in your eyes now!" (①)

So, from this point of view, it is indeed not as simple as being fancy.

The third son nodded in admiration, and the next second, his eyes became sharper.

"However, Chuya, in terms of the result, I still won!"

Nakahara Chuya: "Huh?"

"Dangdang—!"

The red-haired girl proudly stroked her bangs, revealing the white horns hidden on the tip of her forehead.

"Did you see it! Specially made 200 kg hell ghost horn VER.3 improved version, as long as I remove this, I can move ten times faster than usual!"

"Compared to four Zhongye, I'm obviously better than ten!"

"...Let's not talk about anything else—"

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the little ghost horn on the third son's forehead in shock, and suddenly thought of a more important thing,

"You idiot, don't put strange things on your forehead! It will make your brain hypoxic and become a fool!"

"Look, I even used the idiom 'slightly better' wrong just now!"

What a well-meaning and well-founded exhortation.

It's a pity that a certain red-haired girl didn't appreciate it, and a wise winner's smile appeared on her face,

"Give up the second grade, no one can hinder the growth of the first ghost executive officer, I have already seen through your strategy!"

The young man also grasped the key point keenly: "...the ghost messenger executive?"

"Hmph, this is a symbol of the dignity of ghost horns."

The red-haired girl with her arms akimbo proudly,

"Zhongye, on the surface I am a human being, but in fact my real identity is a great messenger with a heavy mission to maintain the order of the underworld and the world!"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

The ochre-haired boy silently glanced at Ome who was posing for a pose, and then glanced at the original English book she carried with her,

"Third son, judging from the result, you are the one who is more serious in 'Second Two'."

The setting imposed by this has directly gone all the way to the field of "not human".

The red-haired girl had a serious face: "It's not the third son, it's the third son!"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

([-]) Flirting and cursing are prohibited in the corridor

When the two were about to walk to the music classroom, the third son let out an "ah" and suddenly realized,

"But Chuya, speaking of the sequelae of weight bearing, why do you think yours is more serious!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also turned his head in shock: "...so you were silent for a long time just now, were you thinking about this!"

Seriously, Sanzi, quickly pick off the ghost horns.

The symptoms of hypoxia in your brain have already appeared!

The red-haired boy looked serious, and just as he was about to remove the horns on the girl's head, he heard the latter say slowly,

"With so many loads, I won't grow tall, Chuya."

Nakahara Chuya's movement of picking ghost horns paused, quickly changed direction, and directly pressed his palm on the top of the third son's head.

The boy lowered his eyes angrily, and said in a poker tone, with no expression on his face

"Ah, I'm so scared to say this from a guy who is half a head shorter than me—"

The third son who was half a head shorter than a bamboo horse in ten thousand years: "..."

"Damn it! Chuya, don't be complacent!"

"According to the laws of genetics, my father's height is 1.8 meters [-], and my grandfather's height is [-] meters. Even if I take the average, I can grow to—"

The boy raised his eyebrows maliciously, and continued, "90 centimeters?"

"...9, it's 272.5 centimeters!"

The third son raised his eyes dissatisfied and corrected loudly.

Looking at the expression accurate to one decimal place, it is obvious that a certain red-haired girl usually squats next to the height ruler and presses the calculator at home.

"Oh, in that case, according to the height of my two elder brothers, I can at least be 1.9 meters..."

During the quarrel, the two got closer and closer.

At this moment, the school doctor with the physical examination form of the elementary school in his hand, and Akiko Yosano walked past the two of them on high heels.

When walking away, the black-haired school doctor took advantage of the situation and held up the thick physical examination report, and knocked on the heads of Zhongya and Sanzi one by one.

"Hey, no flirting in the corridors."

"Also, you have no chance, 1.6 meters, 1.5 meters eight."

"Varied……?!"

The red-haired girl was shocked when she heard the bad news, she just wanted to turn around and ask.

As a result, the weight on her forehead, together with the additional medical examination report on her head, caused the girl's center of gravity to sway unsteadily for a moment.

Just as he was about to fall to the ground, Zhong Yuan Zhong also stepped forward in time and caught the third son just in time.

The moment the girl's body fell into her arms, the soft touch was pressed against her chest, and there was a scent of red camellia in her wine-red hair.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also stunned for a moment, before his rationality had time to react, his body had already made a judgment first——

The brown-haired boy's arms tightened, and he tightly encircled the third son, making their chests fit closer together. He even went so far as to bury his face in the girl's neck, rubbing the tip of his nose against the side of his neck.

The third son is serious: "...Zhongye, I feel a little hot."

Chuya came back to his senses: "...cough."

Yosano Akiko: Tsk tsk, childhood sweetheart.

([-]) enlightenment

Although he told himself repeatedly that the hug at school during the day was just an accident, Zhongya Nakahara still had a dream that night.

The next day, Chuya woke up at four o'clock in the morning, and sat in bed lost in thought.

……Oops.

So it turned out that he used this kind of gaze to look at that idiot? !

Nakahara Chuya, 15 years old, ushered in the first crisis of breaking up friendship in his life.

Because the scale of the dream was too shocking, Nakahara Chuya, who was sneaking towards the bathroom with his pants and washing powder in his arms, accidentally collided with the eldest brother of the Zhongyuan family who was about to go for a morning run.

While looking at each other, Zhong Yuan suddenly hid the clothes he had changed in his hands behind his back, trying to explain with a flushed face,

"Ah...brother, this, no, this is actually..."

Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, the French poet with a romantic and elegant temperament glanced at the things his younger brother was hiding behind his back, and then glanced at Chuya Nakahara, who was at a loss, showing a clear expression. A pat on the shoulder,

"Okay, I see, Chuya."

After the eldest brother of the Zhongyuan family said this, he lifted his glasses and left calmly, leaving Zhong also full of question marks.

No, brother, he didn't say anything, did he?

What did you understand!

Soon, Zhong Yuanzhong also knew what his old brother who was always distracted and afraid of the cold understood.

——He saw a bowl of red bean soup on the breakfast table.

And the chef happened to be Zhongyuan's second elder brother, Verlaine, who was on duty.

"Zhongye, you have finally reached this stage, it seems that it is time to teach you the experience of the second brother."

The blond-haired, blue-eyed youth didn't even take off his apron, and directly pulled away the chair opposite Zhongya and sat down.

The second brother Zhongyuan bent his arms against the dining table, his deep blue pupils shone with a sharp light,

"Listen well, Zhongye, the so-called love and assassination are the same. First, you have to [beep]——[波][beep][beep], and then [click][crack]——"

Zhongyuan Zhong also blushed and frowned,

"Don't say strange things early in the morning, brother! This is already at the level of full noise reduction!"

The second elder brother of the Zhongyuan family showed surprise eyes: "Huh? Zhongye? Aren't you going to take down that girl named Sanzi?"

"...Why would you know?"

It seems like he hasn't said anything yet?

"Zhongye, your thoughts are written on your face." The second elder brother Zhongyuan pointed vigorously.

"It must be the little girl, right?"

The eldest brother of the Zhongyuan family turned over a page of the newspaper and added flatly,

"Since you were five years old, we've been betting on when you'll wake up."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

When the red-haired boy finally blushed, gritted his teeth and finished the red bean soup, and then went out, he happened to run into the uncle doctor next door.

"Oh! Chuya-kun, I heard that you have grown up, congratulations."

"But you should pay attention to the frequency at ordinary times. Do you want me to recommend some good prescriptions for clearing away heat and removing fire?"

"..."

Nakahara Chuya, Nakahara Chuya threw his schoolbag to the ground tremblingly!

"Brother! How many people have you told this about—!"

Inside the Central Plains

Brother Rimbaud, a poet and writer, calmly turned another page of the newspaper.

Not many people.

That is Verlaine, Dr. Mori, Ms. Ozaki, the owner of the Ikebana Museum across the street, and Mr. Hirotsu, a suit tailor on the next street,

Finally, add the knife shop outside the three streets, the chief is just.

There are really not many people.

([-]) Love Letter

"Chuya Chuya Chuya—!! Look at what this is—!"

During the lunch break, the school rooftop

The third son pushed open the iron door of the roof, grabbed a piece of stuff, and approached Zhongyuan Zhongye excitedly.

"Huh? Is it the latest candy in the shopping street?"

Nakahara Chuya took out the bento of the two of them out of the cloth bag, and then squinted at the thing in the girl's hand.

The expression that was originally lacking in interest, when he saw the love on the blue envelope, his eyes suddenly sharpened, and the alarm bells in his heart rang out.

"This is--?!"

"That's right! It's a love letter, Chuya! I finally got a love letter too!"

The red-haired girl announced happily.

The excited and happy look, I can't wait to fly down from the rooftop with open arms, and then go to the playground for two laps to show my excitement.

How difficult it is!

Although the girl has no intention of falling in love, she looks at the bamboo horse, the chocolates in the shoe cabinet on Valentine's Day, and then at her empty cabinet.

The third son couldn't help but wonder, is she really so unpopular? !

Three years in the elementary school, at least let her receive a love letter!

And today, the third son's wish finally came true.

"It's a love letter! Chuya! It turns out that I too will receive a love letter one day!"

The red-haired girl's cheeks were flushed with excitement, and her eyes were shining, completely missing the black face of the bamboo horse that was about to drip ink.

Impossible, there are blind spots in the grade that he didn't discover?

who is it?

The golden retriever from class A, or the golden retriever from group C, or the golden retriever from the second grade?

Nakahara Chuya's brain calculations are fully activated.

Just as the villain Zhongye frantically filtered the list of suspects in the Q version, the third son solemnly opened the envelope and slowly opened the letter with the mood of witnessing history and miracles.

— five seconds later

A certain red-haired girl let out a 'beep', and the originally bright-eyed background suddenly became precarious.

Nakahara Chuya: "What's written on it?"

"Oh, it's not a love letter at all! It's a challenge letter!"

The third son handed the letter paper to Zhongyuan Zhongye crying, and said in frustration,

"Mamen from the school next door asked me not to leave after school, and meet me in the cherry blossom grove alone."

why is it like this.

I thought it would be hard to put an end to my youth that was about to end.

challenge letter...

Zhongyuan Zhong also drooped his eyelids, watching the boy's pink thoughts that were almost overflowing on the letter paper, and fell into a long silence.

He suddenly realized that he didn't need to be so nervous at all, anyway, some red-haired idiot couldn't make it.

In fact, it is indeed the case.

After all, even if there is a Central Plains Central Committee, it is strictly guarded against. Due to the relationship between gender, the red-haired boy can't be like Siamese twins, guarding the third son 24 hours a day.

If you really want to confess, you can always find a chance.

The only ones that the red-haired boy could block were some bastards who found it interesting and regarded it as a challenge.

For example, not long ago, taking advantage of the time when Zhongyuan Zhongye walked away, the golden retriever of Class F that emerged from the grass was a member who really came to confess.

——It was also one of the members who ran away crying.

"Sister Sanzi, I like you, please date me!"

Ok?

At that time, the third son was sitting in the art classroom, seriously thinking about composition.

When she heard the student's loud confession, the red-haired girl blinked her eyes for a few seconds, then suddenly said 'oh', and hit the palm of her left hand with her right fist, and the smart light bulb on her head lit up with a 'snap'.

"Hey hey, junior, you're too much of an award, no more, my manga has just started to be serialized, and I'm not well-known yet."

"Hi, what do you like, hehehe."

The third son scratched his face in embarrassment, staring at the visitor with a pair of emerald green pupils,

"Do you want to sign, junior, you are the first fan!"

No...Senior, what I mean by liking is not this...

The blond junior just wanted to refuse, but after meeting the expectant eyes of the third son, he had no choice but to nod with tears,

"Oh... no, that's right, me, please sign for me, senior sister!"

Great!What a cute student!

Weeping with joy!

The red-haired girl smiled and expressed her feelings, and generously signed the signature she had practiced for a long time on the blue letter paper handed over by the other party.

Art activity outdoor

A certain red-haired boy was holding a juice can, and watched from afar the junior who ran away crying.

For a moment, I didn't know whether to sympathize with the other party more, or to be more secretly happy.

Heh, if that idiot has the nerve to fall in love—

He has already succeeded, where is your chance,

But well-

On the rooftop, Zhong Yuan Zhong also looked at his shoulders and gnawed on the bento without saying a word, like the third son of a terracotta figurine full of loss and sadness. Suddenly, he thought of a good idea once and for all.

"Do you really want a love letter so much?" Zhong Yuan Zhong also asked.

want to!

The red-haired girl raised her head with a fried shrimp in her mouth, and looked at the bamboo horse with teary eyes.

"is it?"

Nakahara Chuya reached out and touched Sanzi's furry head,

"Then let me write to you, third son."

"Really, really?!"

Hearing this, the third son's eyes lit up instantly, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with it.

"But in exchange—"

Zhongyuan Zhong also glanced at the girl, and continued, "You have to take it with a smile on your face, and you must not throw it into the trash can."

She wouldn't do such an exaggerated thing!

Apparently, a certain red-haired girl completely forgot the proud story of 'using her junior's confession letter as a signature board', and agreed to Zhuma's request without hesitation.

--"make a deal!"

So a week later, at the ceremony for the promotion of the elementary department to the advanced department, all the teachers and students in the auditorium saw——

The red-haired girl known as the most difficult to conquer the "heavenly iron plate", moved to accept the love letter from the red-haired bamboo horse.

Smile like the brilliant cherry blossoms blooming outside the window.

For many years afterward, that love letter was cherished by the third son and mounted in a photo frame.

Until a long time later, from a small photo frame to a larger wedding photo frame.

——【"The clear moonlight is like you. The bright star is you."】

——【"I don't know when the spring breeze will stop, and I don't know when I will miss you. I miss you so much, let us be together."]

【Childhood sweetheart·End】