The lover that gravity makes is wrong

In this world, is there anything more troublesome than having a group of bad-hearted friends?

--have.

That is this group of bad-hearted friends, even if they are about to be reincarnated after death, they never forget to ask the ghost messengers in hell to pass on a message to them, trying to make them cry in embarrassment in front of the little girl.

A bunch, a bunch of bastards...

The moment the third son finished his message, Zhongyuan Zhong also showed a childish expression, blank and not knowing what to do.

The red-haired boy stared at the old billiard ball in his hand, opened his mouth and tried to say something to break the strange atmosphere.

But no matter how hard you try, your brain just can't squeeze out a suitable word.

The rising sun faced Chuya Zhongyuan head-on, his expression melted into the light, making the third son a little unclear about the expression of the red-haired boy at this time.

So the red-haired girl turned her head slightly and changed the angle, trying to see the eyes of the person opposite.

"Teacher Zhongyuan?"

The third son's voice made Zhong Yuan Zhong also wake up suddenly.

He subconsciously followed the sound, and the moment he met the girl's pupils, as if thinking of something, he quickly turned around and turned his back to the third son.

"...?"

The red-haired girl was stunned for a second in doubt, and then, as if she had come to her senses, an expression of sudden realization appeared on her face.

Hehehe, it's really the same as what the broadcaster and the others said.

The third son leaned over maliciously, and poked the boy's back with his finger: "Mr. Zhongyuan, are you crying?"

"!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked like a dog that had been poked on a switch, with his back straight, from his feet to his hair, and then he let out a loud, unnatural choking sound,

"Huh—?? What kind of cold joke are you talking about, who would cry because of this level!"

"Eh? Really?"

The third son blinked, pretending to be innocent and said,

"But Mr. Zhongyuan's performance just now is exactly as predicted by everyone in the Banner Club."

"They said that at the first anniversary of your 16th birthday, you held a gift like this, and while you were moved, you cried and apologized to them..."

Before the third son finished speaking, Zhong Yuanzhong turned his head in a hurry and interrupted the girl's words.

"Who is crying and apologizing! Don't listen to them distorting the facts!"

"You!" The red-haired boy squeezed the old billiard ball in his hand, staring at the cobalt blue eyes, half threatening and half ferociously said,

"Hurry up and forget all those unnutritious nonsense, do you hear me?"

Damn, you still make up such false rumors!

Those guys, those guys...

Doesn't he want to lose face in the Central Plains?

The gravity of PortMafia caused the Central Plains teenager to twitch with veins on his forehead, expressing that he would never admit to such a black history!

The red-haired boy was itching his teeth with anger, and suddenly felt that the air was unusually quiet. A certain idiot ghost seemed to have kept silent.

"Hey Sanzi, are you listening?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also frowned in dissatisfaction, and stared at the opposite side, but saw the red-haired girl sitting on her knees among the branches and leaves, with her chin propped on her hands, looking at herself with a smile, for an unknown how long.

The leaves stained by the sun fell on the girl's hair, and the breeze stopped, making people suddenly think that they saw the elves of the forest.

As if noticing the boy's annoyed gaze, the 'Forest Spirit' smiled and said with relief, bending his eyes,

"Mr. Zhongyuan, isn't this very good?"

Zhongyuan Zhong was also inexplicable: "What?"

"You're in good spirits now."

The third son opened his mouth, and unconsciously said something incredible, "Compared to just now, Mr. Zhongyuan's expression is more suitable for the present expression."

"Like this—"

As the red-haired girl spoke, she still stretched out two index fingers in a serious manner, and raised the corners of her eyes,

"Swearing, angry, full of life, always hot, will not be easily defeated."

"Well, very attractive and handsome, Mr. Zhongyuan." The third son nodded and concluded.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Perhaps because of the introverted nature of Neon people, most people are not good at dealing with straight balls.

Such a series of straightforward and undisguised compliments hit him head-on, even a jailer in hell sometimes can't bear it.

Only the old father of a certain assistant officer, with his extraordinary calmness, was able to accept everything he ordered.

As for the gravitational boy who experienced this kind of treatment for the first time——

Zhong Yuan's expression froze for a second, he couldn't tell if he was uncomfortable or embarrassed, but he just raised his hand and covered his face tremblingly.

Then turned his head, and sighed loudly as if extremely tired.

The whole person exudes a gloomy and complicated atmosphere.

Third son: "0v0?"

"...Forget it, let's go back."

Zhong Yuanzhong also said with vain eyes, with an inexplicable sage and vicissitudes in his tone.

For some reason, the red-haired boy had a premonition that this kind of mood would appear many times in the future, and it would be better for him to get used to it early.

"Oh! Indeed, it's about this time."

The red-haired girl looked up at the rising sun, perfectly ignoring the outstretched hand of Nakahara Nakaya, straight up the tree trunk, jumped back to the ground neatly, patted the dust on the skirt, and raised her hand to the latter greeted,

"Come down quickly, Mr. Zhongyuan, let's go eat steak!"

That's right!A rare opportunity!Go for the super-sized, shredded cheese steak!

The ghost girl who had been hungry all night had the word "beef" written all over her eyes.

Zhong Yuan, who was still sitting on the tree like a fool: "..."

Zhongyuan Zhong also silently withdrew his hand that was going to help, pressed the hat on his head, and sneered twice.

What did he just say?

Get used to it sooner rather than later.

A certain gravitational force then landed lightly.

Everyone from Chaoping and Busters had already left, and only Sanzi and Zhongya Nakahara were left in the lush forest.

The red-haired girl stretched out her hand, trying to let the red-haired boy grab her and teleport back to Yokohama.

But this time, Nakahara Chuya didn't put his hand up. He looked at the girl's defenseless palm, pressed down the brim of his hat, and spoke in an indescribable emotional tone,

"You—don't you have anything to ask me?"

The third son tilted his head: "En? What are you asking?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also twitched the corner of his mouth, and said angrily,

"Don't pretend to be stupid! You already know that I'm not a policeman at all, but a mafia just like the broadcaster."

"Ah, this."

The third son nodded, and simply admitted, "Well, I already know."

The girl's emotionless tone made Nakahara Chuya pause, and continued,

"So, don't you have anything to ask? For example, my mafia hides my identity, approaches you with malicious intentions, and plots some kind of conspiracy."

"Teacher Zhongyuan, you—"

The third son who heard this looked at Nakahara Chuya with a strange expression.

Zhongyuan Chuya's heart raised nervously.

Then the next second, he heard the girl say in a suddenly realized tone,

"—Actually, you are an idiot."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also taken aback for a moment, then raised his eyebrows furiously: "... What did you say?!"

Faced with the mafia's stern questioning, a certain ghost girl was completely unconvinced, and even pointed out the loopholes in the other party's words plausibly,

"Because, Mr. Zhongyuan, have you forgotten that I am a ghost!"

As if worried that the other party didn't understand, the red-haired girl stopped, facing Nakahara Nakaya, bent her hands, made a "ghost" gesture, and reiterated,

"It's you humans who talked about discoloration, 'The King of Hades will let you die on the third watch, and won't keep you until the fifth watch'!"

The youth from the Central Plains of the mafia applauded indifferently: "Oh, it's amazing, so what?"

The third son proudly put his hips on his hips, raised his invincible little head: "Hmph, in other words, only you humans are afraid of me!"

"and--"

The red-haired girl put down her hands, looked at the red-haired boy, and said soothingly,

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhongyuan, no one can play tricks with ghosts, because the law of heaven is clear, let you go to hell!"

As the third son said, he raised his finger and compared Zhongyuan Zhong with a victorious V.

So don't worry about capsizing our friendship boat, boy.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at the third son silently. After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly turned around with a "ha", and smiled as he walked,

"That's really amazing, my lord."

"Hey, that's it."

"By the way, if it's Teacher Zhongyuan, when you go to hell, I will definitely use my lifelong torture skills to treat you well!"

Nakahara Chuya, who threatened to be well received: "...Then thank you in advance."

"Hey, you're welcome."

The red-haired girl squinted her eyes with a smile, stretched out her hands behind her back, and followed Chuya Nakahara's footsteps humming a song.

The refreshing morning breeze passed between the two young teenagers. The third son opened his arms and stepped forward on the stone pillar fence on the side of the road like hopscotch.

Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at a certain ghost messenger who had a bad way to go, and didn't speak to stop him, but silently moved two steps closer to the girl, keeping a safe distance where he could grab someone as soon as he stretched out his hand.

"By the way, I remembered!" Sanzi suddenly shouted.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also taken aback: "What?"

"Teacher Zhongyuan—"

The red-haired girl maintained a strange posture of stepping on a stone pillar with one foot, her fingers were bent to support her chin, and she turned to look at the boy.

"So, Teacher Zhongyuan, your full name is Chuya Zhongyuan?"

"You're only reacting now?!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the third son in surprise, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion that a certain ghost was enough to strangle the earth's reflex arc.

"Well--"

The third son squinted his eyes and looked at Nakahara Chuya with an appraising look.

"What?"

The red-haired girl's eyes were so strange that Nakahara Zhong also had to ask vigilantly.

While speaking, Zhong Yuanzhong did not forget to glance at the third son's "Golden Rooster Independence" posture threateningly.

With practical eyes, he will decide whether to give a ghost messenger a "ruthless, such as sweeping away thousands of troops" based on what the other party says next, and let the other party throw a dog and eat it [beep].

Sensing the danger, the third son jumped off the stone pillar vigilantly, rushed to the front of Chuya Zhongyuan, and suggested with a serious expression,

"Chuya Nakahara, let's play the game of 'you ask me to guess' and ask for a quick answer within one second!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked puzzled: "Ah? Why should I play this..."

The third son quickly said: "Just take it as compensation for deceiving the poor and weak ghost!"

Poor and weak?

What about your face?

Zhong Yuanzhong also showed a look of disapproval.

It's a pity that a poor and weak ghost messenger didn't intend to give the other party a chance to refute. He clapped his hands and said, "Hey, first question."

"Wine or sake?"

"You bastard listens to people!"

The third son looked at his wrist seriously, and spoke quickly: "Answer in a second, it's already half a second!"

"Ah?" Zhong Yuan was also taken aback, unconsciously being carried away by the other party's urgent tone.

"Then, red wine."

"Second question, poetry or novel?"

This is all a mess.

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his eyebrows, but answered quickly as required: "Poetry."

"The third question, please choose the verse that you think is the most suitable from the following options—"

"When I was young, the snow that fell on me..." (①)

"A. Like a violent snowstorm, getting colder and colder B. Like silk cotton."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also lost his temper, he rolled his eyes helplessly, and said without thinking: "A."

——"When I was young, the snow that fell on me was like a severe blizzard, and it became colder and colder." (①)

The ocher-haired boy recited the poem, even if it was perfunctory, but between the words and sentences, it was still difficult to conceal the unique rhythm and stunning charm of great literature.

This is a masterpiece that has been given the titles of "earthly heart" and "pure continuity" by the literary world.

The third son suddenly became quiet and looked at Zhong Ye.

Nakahara Chuya: "What's wrong? Don't continue?"

The voice of the gravity user woke up the girl suddenly.

The next moment, she suddenly leaned in front of the red-haired boy, held the other's hands, her eyes sparkled, and she solemnly said in a tone like an oath,

"Teacher Zhongyuan! Please help me write the epigraph!"

"Ah?" Zhongyuan Zhong also looked surprised.

Although I don't understand why Sanzi is so excited, but since the manga is mentioned——

"Speaking of this, I remembered! Sanzi, what happened to that manga? The faces of the characters in it..."

"Enn? Teacher Zhongyuan, have you read my comics?"

The red-haired girl asked in surprise.

"..."

Zhongyuan Zhong also paused for a questioning tone, and suddenly Fu came to his heart, pulled his hand back with a "swish", and said indifferently,

"No, I'm not interested in comics."

"Huh? But you just—"

"No, I didn't mention it, you misheard."

Before the third son finished speaking, Zhong Yuanzhong insisted that he had never seen the debut of "Maria", completely ignoring the dissatisfied eyes of the red-haired girl.

That's right, that's how it is in the Central Plains.

Absolutely can't admit it!

Just kidding, what if this manga idiot finds out that he bought her work, and gets overwhelmed and asks him to write some preface...

No!Absolutely not!You can't admit it even if you kill it!

Zhong Yuan put his hands in his pockets and swished forward with his legs, walking faster and faster.

"Hey! Teacher Zhongyuan!"

The third son puffed his face and trotted to catch up, not forgetting to whisper in Zhongye's ear in the middle of the way.

At this time, a motorcycle rushed out from the side of the road suddenly, and with a whimper, it was about to pass by the girl.

"careful!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also quickly reached out and pulled the girl, saving her from being knocked into the air.

"Tsk."

The brown-haired boy frowned, stared at the fleeing motorcyclist for a few seconds, then looked back at the girl in his arms with a cold face, and asked with concern,

"Are you okay? Are you injured?"

"Ah, I'm fine."

Sanzi stood up dully, with a numb expression, as if he hadn't reacted yet.

Zhong Yuanzhong also pulled the man to the side of the road, and said angrily,

"I said you guys, look at the road a little bit, are you going to experience the feeling of being knocked into the sky!"

The ochre-haired boy crossed his arms and frowned so much that he could almost kill a fly.

"Hahaha, sorry, sorry, I didn't notice for a while-"

Perhaps it was because Chuya Zhongya's aura of the "teacher" was too strong at this time, and the third son of Guichai didn't dare to refute, so he could only honestly lower his head and listen to the training bitterly.

The red-haired girl raised her hand, wanting to scratch the back of her head.

At this moment, a book-like object finally wobbled unsteadily due to the previous accident and the girl's actions, and fell out of Sanzi's pocket with a "snap".

The book fell to the ground and was blown open by the wind to a familiar page.

The third son lowered his head, and a blond girl holding a microphone, splitting in the air and soaring high-pitched images came into view.

Nakahara Chuya: "...Ah."

Third son: "...it's Lina sauce."

Most afraid of the air suddenly quiet.

It is known that the black coat that the third son is wearing now belongs to Zhongye in the Central Plains.

Then, this manga fell out of the pocket of this coat.

Finally, the conclusion is——

"Central—original—old—teacher~~"

A moment later, a certain ghost girl bent down to pick up the manga, and the smile on the corner of her mouth gradually became rampant.

Nakahara Chuya snatched the manga from the girl's hand, and said loudly,

"It's so noisy! I just check...check if there is anything that shouldn't appear in it!"

"What do you mean by that look? Don't laugh!"

"Yes, I understand, I understand."

The third son maintained a fascinated smile, and patted Nakahara Chuya's shoulder with his hands, "I understand, Teacher Zhongyuan."

"What do you know?"

I understand your dishonesty!

The red-haired girl said with a smile on her face: "By the way, Mr. Zhongyuan, I'm actually from Li Pai!"

"...Who cares about you!"

The third son nodded in understanding, and rubbed his hands excitedly: "Enen, what you said is right to Mr. Zhongyuan, so about the preface..."

"Impossible! Don't even think about it!"

"Hey - I can sign for you, Teacher Zhongyuan." The red-haired girl said unwillingly.

"Shut up! I told you I don't like it anymore!"

"Yes, yes, I don't like it."

The red-haired girl responded understandingly.

Central Plains Chuya, cursing.

finally?

Finally, after eating the delicious steak, PortMafia's Gravity Enabling Boy got a copy of "I Can't Give Up Today, PortMaria's Debut Daily" signed by the author.

And a certain ghost girl got an excellent preface from Teacher Zhongyuan.

Well, everyone has a bright future.

【A small theater】

After returning home at night, Chuya Zhongya's personal cell phone suddenly rang, and a new text message from a friend's contact popped up on the screen.

It says--

【From comic idiot

By the way, Mr. Zhongyuan, in fact, I haven't forgotten your half of the medal!

I have a good one, write you into the thank you epilogue, don’t be too moved, hehe! 】

Oh, it’s written in——

Zhong Yuanzhong also casually glanced at the screen, and left holding his wine glass.

ten seconds.

20 seconds.

30 seconds later—

The room suddenly heard the sound of the wine glass being crushed, and Nakahara Zhong also rushed out of the kitchen, copying the manga and frantically flipping the pages with a grim face.

After going through hardships and showing a research spirit no less than that of Sherlock Holmes, Nakahara finally found a hidden leaflet on the title page of the manga, under the writer's thank you column.

"..."

No, no, that idiot...

The corners of Zhongyuan Zhongye's mouth twitched, and he slowly pulled out the leaflet with trembling hands, and a huge Q-version hand-painted drawing of a man in a hat came into his eyes.

It was also written in a string of lovely handwriting——

[Send a shy and kind hat teacher! Maria's meritorious service medal, you will share half of it! 】

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Nakahara Chuya: "..."

You, manga idiot ahhhhhh—! ! !