The lover that gravity makes is wrong

According to the rules of Jump comics, most of the friends and partners in the same organization are like Uzumaki Naruto and Uchiha Xsuke, which belong to the classic combination of "brainless and unhappy".

And in order to increase fashion, the former must have a mysterious power sealed in his body, which caused his childhood to be bleak, but he is optimistic, has a lofty goal but has strength to the end of the car, he is a good boy like a god.

The latter has a prominent family and outstanding ability, but due to various reasons, he went astray.

"Well, it's quite a domineering setting, but - I refuse! The times have changed, and we should also be brave enough to make innovative changes!"

The red-haired girl's eyes were sharp, facing Chuya Nakahara's hesitant eyes, she wrote like a god.

First of all, it is officer A.

"Family magnificence, bitterness and hatred are outdated! Officer A of PortMafia should have a more avant-garde setting, such as——"

The girl's inspiration burst out, and she hammered her palm,

"Even in the dark, but still heart to the light, in blood and conspiracy to pursue the 'good' side of human beings.

But because he is not good at language, he always messes things up, is disgusted by his friends, and looks cold on the surface. In fact, he is so sad that he hides in bed at night and weeps! "

——What a fashionable and avant-garde setting!

The red-haired girl looked at the black-haired Q-version villain on the paper with great pride.

In the dark, the heart is bright, not good at language, being rejected by friends, hiding in bed and crying.

... who is this guy? ?What is that scary thing? !

Nakahara Zhong also imagined a certain mackerel looking up at the sky sadly, clasping his hands on his chest and saying "Zhongye, please make friends with me!", and suddenly a chill ran from the soles of his feet to his scalp.

Evil, yes, a little disgusting.

The red-haired boy covered his mouth with a livid face, showing an expression of wanting to vomit after swallowing ten catties of mackerel raw.

"Well, next is Officer A's partner, now Officer B." The red-haired girl said thoughtfully.

Hearing this, Zhong Yuanzhong also paused, and quietly sat up straight.

Cough, this, this is definitely not wanting to hear compliments, but then again, who would care about a stranger's compliments!

It's just necessary surveillance, yes, it's surveillance!

Chuya Nakahara, who was wearing a blanket, nodded, and his cobalt blue eyes glanced uncontrollably at the girl's notes.

"—In short, let's set it as a beautiful boy first."

The red-haired girl thought about Uzumaki Naruto as a reference, and drew the image of a blond Q-version villain without thinking.

Then on the side, with a few slaps, he quickly added tags such as "good combat power", "cheerful personality", "emphasis on love and righteousness", "possessing mysterious power", trying to distinguish himself from a familiar character. separate.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

...It's not necessary to praise it like this.

The ochre-haired boy looked away a little uncomfortably, at the same time, the girl's thoughtful voice came,

"Well, it always feels like something is missing."

It's too thin, and a more prominent attribute is needed, preferably to the extent that you can think of it as soon as you mention it.

Yes, that's a good proposition.

Zhong Yuan, who was watching, nodded subconsciously. Just as he was about to bring up his hobby of "red wine and drag racing", the red-haired girl let out an "ah" and confidently shot an arrow next to the blond little man's head. In small print—

"A good guy who won the award for best caring citizen."

Nakahara Chuya's face froze, feeling like he had been hit by an arrow in his knee.

No, you're writing about the Mafia!Which mafia would be a good guy with honorary citizenship!

A certain Central Plains quasi-cadre who really knows how to help grandma cross the road, volunteers in the community in his spare time, and picks up balloons for crying children on the road, his expression changes back and forth like neon lights.

As if hearing Nakahara Chuya's inner roar, the red-haired girl looked at the blond villain holding a pennant, a little hesitant,

"Is it a bit far-fetched to just set it as a good person?"

meeting!Absolutely!

The red-haired boy on the side nodded vigorously. Before he knew it, he had completely forgotten the original intention of "surveillance", and his mind was full of the idea of ​​absolutely tearing off the label of a good old man from his body.

"Have it!"

As if thinking of some good idea again, the red-haired girl added a series of reason explanations under the "good guy" attribute with one stroke.

——"Because cadre B likes to eat ramen."

The corner of Zhongyuan Zhongye's mouth twitched: "..."

No, he doesn't like ramen.

No, when did liking ramen become a reason for being a "good guy"?A little common sense, okay?

The red-haired boy stared at the note angrily. If the situation did not allow it, he would have no doubt that he had snatched the girl's pen and scratched out all the shameful handwriting on it.

"This is all a mess! Let me face up to the mafia!"

The red-haired girl was taken aback: "Huh?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also saw the girl's dazed expression when she turned her head to look over her head, and after realizing it, he actually shouted out what was in his heart.

Bad, bad, is this going to be exposed?

On the surface, the red-haired boy is as calm as an old dog, but in fact, he is frantically thinking about remedies in his heart.

There is no way, since this is the case, we can only act first--

"This young man, do you mean—are you a policeman in Yokohama?"

The red-haired girl suddenly asked a question, interrupting Chuya Nakahara's thoughts.

Chuya Zhongyuan: "What, what?"

"Is that so?"

The girl directly mistook Nakahara Chuya's reaction for the shock after being exposed, and explained half complacently and half comfortingly,

"To tell you the truth, I actually have a little talent for reasoning. I've discovered it since you got on the plane."

"Your breathing and steps are steady, and you can't see calluses with gloves on, but the muscles in your arms are evenly distributed, and the lines are smooth and vigorous.

The hardness of the bones is far beyond that of ordinary people. At first glance, it is the beauty you have after long-term gymnastics and strength training. Coupled with the righteous and fierce temperament around you as a young man, there is only one truth—"

"You're a cadet's policeman, aren't you?"

The red-haired girl raised her fingers and reasoned confidently.

...Totally wrong!Although the clue is correct, the conclusion is 8000 meters away!

Are your eyes X-rayed?You can also see the hardness of the bones...

Zhongyuan Zhongye's expression was indescribable, and he seemed to want to refute, but after thinking about it, the red-haired boy quickly realized that this was a rare opportunity to make a cliché.

Ordinary citizens have lower vigilance against the police, as long as he uses it well...

"...That's right."

Zhongyuan·Mafia·The quasi-cadre boy said vaguely, shamefully acquiescing to the girl's reasoning, "Excuse me, are you—"

"Ah, boy, you can just call me Miko."

Nakahara Chuya: "...Miko?"

"No, it's the 'third son' of one, two, three." The red-haired girl shook her head and wrote down her name on the paper.

Her responses were deft, and she seemed quite used to explaining her name to strangers.

Three sons?

Do parents usually give their children such strange names?

The brown-haired boy glanced at the handwriting on the notebook strangely, looked up at the girl's calm expression, and temporarily suppressed the suspicion of the pseudonym.

"Hi, just call me Zhongyuan."

"Central Plains?"

The third son blinked when he heard the words, showing a slightly surprised expression, "The surname of the Central Plains teenager is rare, but it is very famous."

"is it?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his eyebrows, although he felt that the girl seemed to have something to say, but now is not the time to ask this.

"Third son, can I ask what is written in your notes? I accidentally saw it, and I am a little concerned."

Nakahara Chuya naturally pointed to the notepad on the girl's small table and asked.

"Ah, this?"

The third son glanced at the open notes, touched his nose a little embarrassedly, and said with a smile,

"It's the draft setting of the manga. Because it's rare to come to Yokohama, the editor said that the PortMafia here is very famous, and it can be used as a reference material."

This is as if the red-haired girl said that the frightening port mafia is the latest local specialty in Yokohama.

...so a manga artist?

For some reason, Zhong Yuanzhong was not too surprised by this answer.

After all, to a certain extent, Zhong Yuan is still a little confident in his ability to identify lies. Of course, if this is just a girl's acting skills, then it is another matter.

"With all due respect, PortMafia should not be considered a good person." Nakahara Zhong also reminded.

The young gravitational force just wanted to test it out. Unexpectedly, the red-haired girl's shoulders slumped when she heard this, and she showed a sad and vicissitudes expression as if she had been punched.

"To be honest, I don't want to be a Central Plains boy, but this is a necessary beautification."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also puzzled: "Huh?"

Since when did the comics industry have rules about glorifying the Mafia?

"It's all because of the PTA, the PTA!"

As if mentioning the unbearable past, the third son clenched his fists slightly in grief and anger, and said eloquently,

"Although I would love to draw a battle scene full of blood and bullets, the Parent-Teacher Association (PTA) does not allow it! This institution is rigid and cold-blooded, like a vulture in nature, cruelly killing our inspiration !"

"Blood can't be red! You can't even show things like guns, you know. I have a friend who draws shoujo manga, and even the scenes of smoking are not allowed to appear, saying that it will spoil adolescent girls."

"The scene where the campus prince is riding a bicycle and the heroine is sitting behind is not allowed, because it violates the current traffic law!"

"As a result, a good-looking men's party turned into blowing bubbles with bubble gum in his mouth; a romantic occasion between the male and female protagonists turned into the male protagonist riding a bicycle in front, and the female protagonist ran after him. It's too unbecoming!"

As the red-haired girl said, she couldn't help but hammered the table angrily.

Immediately, there was a "click", and the solid small table made an unpleasant movement.

"...Ha, that's really hard work for you."

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the crumbling table with concern, wondering if it was an illusion, he seemed to see a crack in it.

Perhaps Nakahara Chuya's sight was too obvious, the third son followed the direction and looked down. After three seconds of silence, the girl nonchalantly pulled the notebook and covered it on the crack of the table, pretending that nothing happened.

The two remained silent for two seconds.

"By the way, Central Plains boy!"

In the third second, the third son remembered Zhongyuan Zhongya's identity as a "police student", and immediately turned his head, a pair of emerald pupils stared at Zhongyuan Zhongya sparklingly,

"Can I solemnly ask you something?"

The girl's trusting gaze was so dazzling that Nakahara had to resist the urge to lean back and ask, "What's the matter?"

"That, that—"

Sanzi rubbed the corner of his clothes shyly, and said in a pleading tone,

"The police cadets must know PortMafia well, right? Could you please reveal some inside information? Ah, if it's classified or something, it doesn't matter, just something like 'normal rules' is fine."

"Bi, after all, because I can't afford sashimi, I don't think it's convincing that I decided to snatch the mafia fishing boat."

If you send it out, you will be laughed at, right?

Nakahara Chuya: ... So you also know that you will be laughed at?

But the rules of the port mafia or something...

Well, after confirming that the girl named Sanzi in front of me is just an ordinary citizen, the pressure finally came to Zhongya, Zhongyuan.

Police student Nakahara Nakaya looked at the red-haired girl's attentive eyes, and once again felt the thorny feeling of "a lie needs a thousand lies to cover".

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