The lover that gravity makes is wrong

"Is that your 'reason enough to convince the reader'?"

Nakahara Chuya tapped his finger on the draft book hard, and made a dull sound, "Don't like ramen? Why don't you just say it's because you found out that he is bald!"

... No, why did he suddenly accept the setting that the leader is bald?

This guy is indeed poisonous!

Unknowingly, the Central Plains Gravity Envoy who was taken in the wrong direction suddenly reacted, and for a while, he felt a strong guilt towards the leader who was far away in Japan.

The third son's eyes instantly became sharp: "No, Mr. Zhongyuan, you are discriminating against appearance! There are many bald leaders in Nehong."

The active-duty mafia boy refused to speak, and showed a look of 'see you talking nonsense'.

"it is true."

The red-haired girl raised her index finger and gave an example solemnly,

"Look, for example, Toyotomi Hideyoshi from Honnoji Temple, Oda Nobunaga from Tenkabubu, and Hojo Ujiyasu, the third head of the Hojo Clan, are all pure bald men!"

"When they came to hell, not to mention the hair on the back of the head, even the bun that looked like a dog beep was gone. Especially that monkey Toyotomi, wow, the only Mediterranean was shaved by Oda, the top of his head Bright enough to be a light bulb."

The ocher-haired boy folded his arms with a strange expression.

He looked like he wanted to complain, but the red-haired girl had too many flaws in her words. He was stunned for a second before he opened his mouth and said,

"...Don't confuse the generals of the Three Kingdoms period with the modern mafia!"

The boy paused for a while after finishing speaking, then quickly recovered and added,

"Forget about the previous ones, the latter hell and Oda's haircut are all made up by you."

The third son was silent for a while, then suddenly leaned forward, leaning on the small table with his arms bent and elbows.

She crossed her fingers and rested her chin on her hands, and showed a deep expression to Zhong Yuanzhong,

"Mr. Zhongyuan, the world is very wonderful. In fact, hell really exists. We must be in awe of the unknown."

"Oh." Zhong Yuan was expressionless, "Let's get back to the topic of ramen."

Thanks to the baptism of the neurotic partner, after just a few rounds of conversations, the experienced Central Plains quasi-cadres finally managed to figure out the skills of talking to the red-haired girl——

The best way to avoid being drawn into a strange dead-end thinking by the opponent's words, and finally end up exhausted is to ignore and change the subject.

As long as he changes the topic quickly enough, his speech skills can't keep up with him!

Poor Central Plains quasi-cadre, he completely forgot that he actually has the option of "close your eyes and refuse to communicate".

"Why ramen?"

"Mr. Zhongyuan, you don't know something. It's actually because there is an unwritten rule in the comics industry - 'As long as you love ramen, you must be a good person'!"

The third son said solemnly.

"..."

Zhong Yuanzhong was not persuaded, but felt that the girl in front of him was fooling him.

"it is true."

The third son said in a tone full of conviction,

"For example, Hokage's Uzumaki Oman, what a straightforward and uplifting JUMP-style male protagonist, he likes to eat ramen very much. There is also a friend of mine who loves coffee jelly, and his buddies also like to eat ramen."

"In his words, 'Rantang is a good man with a blank mind and can't figure out what he's thinking'."

"So the same reason can be proved. If the leader of the organization doesn't like to eat ramen, it just shows that he is the unintentional boss behind the scenes! Mr. Zhong Yuan, this is not simply a difference of taste and preference, but a difference in fundamental philosophy!"

The red-haired girl nodded as she spoke, feeling from the bottom of her heart that her deduction was perfect and impeccable.

"The leader who controls the entire organization, ruthlessly puts interests first, regardless of the inner preferences of his subordinates, and regards them as sacrifices that can be sacrificed in exchange for greater interests—"

"'I don't like to eat ramen' is just a sign, and what is behind it is Mafia's blood, tears and ruthlessness!"

"This is a war without blood and gunpowder, a trader targeting human weaknesses!"

Central Plains Chuya, Central Plains Chuya gave up.

Although the young gravitationalist seemed to want to refute, and even wanted to curse, after thinking about what the third son said carefully, he unexpectedly had a strange sense of recognition that the other party was right.

Sorry Boss, he tried his best.

After all, on a certain level, their Hong Kong and black leaders really behave in this way, which perfectly fits what they said to the red-haired boy a few years ago, "train subordinates, put them in suitable positions, and then throw them away after use." '.

So, that mackerel is really going to defect one day?

No, don't get caught up in Nakahara Chuya, this is just a fiction, a fictional comic!

Zhong Yuanzhong also rubbed his temples with a headache, feeling a little tired.

"Huh? Mr. Zhongyuan, you don't look very well. Are you airsick? Do you want another throat lozenge?"

Whose fault do you think this is!

Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at the confused red-haired girl and refused to speak.

Um, why did Mr. Zhongyuan look even worse?Why are you staring at her?

Hey, it's really a man's heart needle, this is probably a police academy student.

The third son spread his hands, shook his head tolerantly, lowered his head and continued to revise the outline of the manga.

This time, she will definitely be able to break the curse of "cutting in half" and make the comics a hit!

As for where to buy koalas after the big sale, um——Although Teacher Zhongyuan said that PortMafia does not accept personal smuggling orders, what if?If it doesn't work, she can ask her coffee jelly friend for help, eh!

The red-haired girl thought happily.

She looked at the gradually plump draft of the plot under her hand, nodded in satisfaction, and then solemnly wrote down the title of the manga on the front page——

"Resist defeat today, PortMaria's daily debut"

Nakahara Chuya, who watched the whole process, said, "..."

Zhefa Zhun cadre closed his eyes in pain.

Forget it, what does PortMaria's loss of face have to do with their PortMafia?

That's right, it doesn't matter.

He knows nothing... nothing—

A certain red-haired boy was escaping from reality, when he suddenly saw the thank-you note drafted by the red-haired girl at the end of the paper, his expression changed suddenly,

"Wait, what are you writing?"

"Huh? I'm writing a thank you speech." The red-haired girl raised her head when she heard the words, and smiled brightly at Zhongyuan Zhongye.

""Maria's Debut" was able to be drafted smoothly, thanks to the material provided by Mr. Zhongyuan. Don't worry, Mr. Zhongyuan, the medal of success is half of yours, I will never forget it!"

The third son said, and gave Zhong Yuanzhong a thumbs up.

Nakahara Chuya: "...You should forget about me."

"Eh? But..."

"No but, don't write!"

"Then, let me give Teacher Zhongyuan a code?"

"'Well-intentioned brown-haired blue-eyed insider' is nothing! Delete it for me immediately!"

Doesn't he in the Central Plains want to lose face for this kind of feature that can be exposed at a glance by a discerning person?

The third son sighed, looked at Nakahara Chuya who couldn't be blamed, his eyes were helpless and sighed again, like a kindergarten child watching cheating,

"Don't be willful, Teacher Zhongyuan."

Zhong Yuanzhong also wanted to curse: "You bastard, don't beat me up!"

The volume of the two young teenagers' argument gradually became louder.

But the strange thing is that neither the flight attendant nor the other passengers in the first-class cabin seem to have heard it.

From beginning to end, they kept their heads down and did their own things.

Even the flight attendants, except for the milk and blankets at the request of the red-haired girl at the beginning, seemed to be inaudible, and prepared the plane meals with a smile. Sanzi and Nakahara Nakaya did not appear to stop the quarrel. .

Until a scream came from behind, interrupting the two of them.

"Ah! Dead people——!"