The lover that gravity makes is wrong

Central Plains is also dreaming again.

To him, this is almost an impossible event with the same probability as a miracle.

As Huang Batu's human device, his sleep duration has always been very short, and most of the time, he just closed his eyes to rest his mind in a symbolic way.

It seems that the behavior pattern of 'sleeping' that everyone needs is just a dispensable pass on him.

When falling asleep, there will be no dreams, and the consciousness will simply sink into the darkness.

It's like going back to the old days in the laboratory, huddled in the silent, soundless darkness.

However, this situation has changed recently.

Chuya Chuya began to have dreams like ordinary humans.

In the beginning, it was just a mess of bright colors, just like a naughty child knocking over a paint box on the floor, on the dark canvas, brilliant colors like fireworks bloomed.

Then, with each fall asleep, the dream gradually became clearer.

The most recent time, Nakahara Nakahara dreamed that he was 16 years old again.

When I was called the "gem king", I stood in the dark in the collection room of a PortMafia partner, a wealthy Arab businessman.

Brilliant light falls from the dome and shines on the transparent display glass.

An emerald, like flowing from the Olympus Mountains, the heart of the forest, is quietly displayed on the soft curtain, right in his eyes, within reach of his hand, close at hand .

It's just that every time, when he really reached out to grab it, it was like fishing for a moon in water, and it came to nothing.

The emerald was gone.

Instead, there was a red-haired girl standing far away at the end of the steps of Huangquan.

She held the golden soul-binding bell in her hand. Under the gloomy sky, the drizzle fell on the girl's wine-red hair, covering it with a mist-like shimmer.

At a certain moment, she seemed to sense her gaze, turned her head, those gem-like emerald pupils slightly curved, smiled with her master, and waved at him.

Then without waiting for his response, he turned around without hesitation, walked away step by step amidst the ringing of the bell, and disappeared at the end of the stone steps.

……

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[That is my heart gem. 】

The ochre-haired boy stood in the drizzle, staring intently at the walking figure, his cobalt blue pupils showing a dull color under the gloomy sky.

[How can it be, just let her escape like this. 】

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Is it the day-to-day thinking, or the regret of not being able to ask for it?

Zhong Yuanzhong, who woke up, was also sitting in the dark room, looking at the books on the table with his cobalt blue pupils.

Like a calm executioner, he cut open his heart neatly and searched for the fragments expressionlessly.

In 1913, Austrian psychologist Sigmund Freud (Sigmund Freud), the founder of the psychoanalytic school, proposed that dreams are the disguised fulfillment of human unconscious desires and childhood real desires. (①).

He believes that what people pursue in dreams is the result of the subconscious raising it to the surface of human consciousness through dreams. (①)

The same dream repeated several times.

Just when Zhongyuan thought that this cycle would continue forever, this time, the dream changed again.

The scenery in front of me is not a gorgeous collection room, nor is it an invisible end to the other side of the stairs.

A pink-white peach petal floated down and landed on his palm.

Zhong Yuanzhong also dreamed that he was standing in a peach blossom forest with fallen flowers, and this time, he successfully hunted the gemstone.

The coveted heart gem, bound by gravity, protested in his arms like a beast.

With fierce eyes, loud accusations inaudible.

But none of this matters.

Now the gem was his.

"I won't let you escape."

The cobalt blue pupils were filled with a dark light that was inevitable, and the thick black color appeared and rolled in the eyes.

If the line of sight can be visualized, then at this moment, the emerald must have been entangled by countless tough thin threads, ruthlessly strangling the neck, like a prey that has been bitten, and was forced to lift its throat.

Under the skin is blood.

Beneath this layer of warm flesh and blood are bones.

Zhongyuan Zhong also clamped the gemstone's wrist, grabbed the back of her neck, and with an irresistible force, pulled the emerald gemstone closer to his arms, pressing it to the position closest to his heart.

He bowed his head, buried his face into the girl's neck, and sniffed lightly with the tip of his nose against the arteries.

...If you mark it, you won't be able to escape, right?

A dark light flashed from the boy's eyes.

Then in the dream, he obeyed his will and opened his mouth.

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Zhong Yuanzhong also opened his eyes suddenly.

The familiar ceiling and sofa in front of him told him that he was lying in the newly resettled apartment, and the air was filled with a strong smell of alcohol. He was covered with a thin blanket and was wearing yesterday's clothes.

"This is... I yesterday..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, the headache and dizziness caused by the hangover rushed out.

He cleared his hoarse and dry throat, put his hands on his forehead, and tried to sit up.

But at the next moment, every adult man had a post-dream experience, which made him froze and covered his face in disbelief.

Liar...he actually—

In shock, a water glass filled with green liquid was placed on the coffee table with a "click".

The crisp sound of the bottom of the cup colliding with the glass brought the ochre-haired boy back to his senses.

At the same time, a familiar figure who could call out his name with his eyes closed came over and sat down on the opposite sofa.

"..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also swallowed stiffly, turned his head inch by inch, and met the emerald eyes in the dream.

The owner of the eyes, the third son sat on the sofa, looking down at the boy.

"Yeah, Mr. Zhongyuan, you're awake. Did you sleep well last night?"

The red-haired girl's smile is kind and lovely, like the bright sunshine outside the window.

But coupled with her eerie background, which seemed to be climbing out of some hell creature, it didn't look like a friendly greeting.

ask:

When you wake up, you see the protagonist in your dream sitting opposite you. How does it feel?

Nakahara Chuya: Thank you, I am almost suffocating.

"Cough, third son, that..."

The brown-haired boy cleared his throat in embarrassment. He looked away, trying to avoid a certain girl who was laughing at Yan Yan.

But when he saw the bite mark on Sanzi's neck and the bruise on his wrist inadvertently in his guilty vision, his gaze paused.

In an instant, frightening anger and hostility surged in the boy's eyes.

"Third son, the wound on your neck is from some desperate bastard—"

"You bit it." Sanzi said with a smile.

"?!!!"ha?

In a word, like freezing, it also fixed the Central Plains in place.

Nakahara Nakaya looked at the third son's wrist with trembling pupils, feeling tens of thousands of thunder strikes on his head.

"Then, the fingerprints on your hand...?"

The third son smiled: "Well, you caught it too."

Nakahara Chuya, the emotion in his eyes froze.

"Oh, by the way."

As if the red-haired boy's expression wasn't exciting enough, the third son continued to smile and tilted his head, brushing up his loose long hair, revealing the blue-purple handprint left on the back of his neck, and said,

"This is also Mr. Zhongyuan, your masterpiece."

"..."

Zhongya Zhongyuan, the emotion in his eyes shattered.

His mind was blank, and his face was blank.

It seemed as if he hadn't woken up yet, or he wished he could punch his own head right now, and be physically unconscious.

The boy's pupils trembled and looked at the third son, and his dull eyes moved upwards as the girl got up.

Watching her pick up the green unknown liquid on the coffee table, walk to him step by step, gently hand the cup to his mouth, and said softly,

"Come on, Teacher Zhongyuan, drink this cup of poison and apologize with death."

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Just kidding, of course it can't be poison, it's just ordinary enhanced snapdragon juice, hangover medicine.

It's just... the flavor is a little more punchy.

This can be seen from the expression of a gravitationalist covering his mouth tremblingly, only a micron away from his soul leaving his body.

Of course, the boy's behavior at the moment is no different from his soul leaving his body.

The third son blinked, and looked at Zhong Yuanzhong as if he was also afraid of the cold, and got up wrapped in a quilt (so why did he need to be wrapped in a quilt?).

Floating into the bedroom like a ghost all the way, took a change of clothes, and floated into the bathroom like a ghost, and closed the door and locked it with a click.

The whole process was blind, relying entirely on instinct.

...Oops, did she bully her too hard?

Mr. Zhongyuan shouldn't slip on the soles of his feet and drown in the bathtub, right?

The red-haired girl scratched her face worriedly.

Well, although she was really angry at first.

But in the final analysis, it was also caused by the peach blossom wine she brought. Seriously, she has to take half of the responsibility.

Moreover, Teacher Zhongyuan's expression just now...

puff!Really fun!

She should record it, and then wait until Teacher Zhongyuan dies and go to hell, and release it in front of the judge hahahahahaha.

After imagining the scene for a while, the red-haired girl almost couldn't straighten up from laughing.

...ahem!

But now, the unrequited state of a certain red-haired boy is even more worrying.

There was no sound in the bathroom.

The third son stood in the living room with his arms folded for a while, but he still walked to the bathroom door uneasy, and when he was about to knock on the door to inquire, a tragic howl rushed out from inside, covering the third son's face.

"Ahhhhhh!!! What have you done Chuya Nakahara!!!!"

If the voice can display the text, then this sentence must be in Arial, capitalized, bold and underlined.

The emotion in the shout was so strong that the red-haired girl could almost hallucinate, and the picture of her friend scratching her hair in frustration and shame, hitting the wall with her head frantically.

Third son: "..."

Uh... Listening to the voice, Mr. Zhongyuan is quite energetic. He should not slip his foot and fall into the bathtub and drown.

Outside the door, the red-haired girl touched her nose guiltily, and walked away quietly.

Out of the aching conscience of bullying a simple friend, the third son decided to teleport to the convenience store and bring back some breakfast for Nakahara Nakaya.

After all, only when a person is full can he have the strength to continue to be ashamed... Ahem, no, it is to continue to live.

However, in fact, the situation in the bathroom was actually a little more complicated than the red-haired girl imagined.

Under the huge shock, at first, Zhong Yuanzhong was indeed in a state of wandering shock. He didn't even know how he got off the sofa and walked into the bathroom with his clothes on.

But after he slammed his head hard on the tile, causing a large crack, he calmed down instead.

Bite marks, wrists, dimples...

The girl's clues, like a movie, were clearly played back before his eyes.

With this little trace, it is enough for Zhongyuan Zhong to restore the details of what happened the night before.

Just think of the powerful red-haired ghost, who was afraid of hurting him, so that he had to endure the discomfort.Let him grab his vitals and hold him tightly in his arms.

Even the artery that was bitten in the neck fossa suppressed the instinct to fight back...

Zhong Yuanzhong also suddenly covered his face with his palm, and his Adam's apple slid up and down soundlessly.

A drop of water fell from the unscrewed faucet and hit the sink, making a very soft 'da' sound, which echoed in the empty bathroom.

As if hearing some kind of prompt, Zhong Yuanzhong also slowly turned his head and looked in the direction of the mirror.

With the warm light on, the bathroom was as bright as day, and the mirror was wiped clean and bright, showing every detail.

It clearly reflected the gravitationalist, the image left in the mirror at this moment.

Slightly messy auburn hair, the clothes on his body were crumpled due to falling asleep on the sofa, and his face after a hangover made him look indescribably embarrassed.

But his eyes and expression were smiling.

It seems to be flustered and shocked, but underneath, the truth covered up has never been so obvious as at this moment.

So much so that even if half of the face is covered, the secretly happy, complacent, and strong smile can overflow from the eyes and be honestly reflected on the mirror.

...What, showing that appearance in front of that guy, it turned out that I had such despicable and shameless thoughts in my heart.

The last layer of window paper was torn.

The Central Plains also heard the sound of something breaking out of the ground, absorbing nutrients, and growing wildly.

He stared at himself in the mirror, and slowly raised the corners of his lips.

Almost immediately, the red-haired boy in the mirror also grinned, revealing a sharp smile.

Very much like a large carnivore smiling before hunting.

****

The third son carried a bag of packed breakfast, and when he teleported back to the apartment, he found that Zhong Yuanzhong had already changed his clothes, sitting on a chair in the dining room, with his head lowered, carefully looking at his note.

His hair was carefully blow-dried and combed meticulously. The slightly longer ends were tied with a ochre-colored ribbon and placed in the neck socket, with a few tangled into the black choker around his neck.

The clothes on his body are new, with no traces of old wrinkles.

When approaching, Sanzi even smelled a very light men's perfume.

"Mr. Zhongyuan, are you going to the banquet?"

The red-haired girl put the breakfast on the table and asked curiously.

"You're back."

Hearing this, Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his eyes, and looked at the third son with a pair of cobalt blue pupils.

The girl was taken aback.

I always feel... Teacher Zhongyuan seems to be different...

It was as if something had been released that had been ignoring the repression.

The sense of crisis that he felt briefly when the other party was drunk resurfaced again.

The third son was wondering, before she could think about it.

The red-haired boy coughed suddenly, with a serious face, he put an A4-sized paper on the table, and pushed it in front of her together with the pen.

what?

The third son looked down suspiciously, and then his scalp went numb from the shock of the things on the table.

It was an ordinary document.

The only thing that is not so simple is that at the top of the file, at the beginning, there are three words marked on it——

【Marriage session】

"..."

The third son, the third son, the executive officer of the ghost messenger under the seat of Hell Hades, showed a blank expression of shock.

This time, it was her turn to suspect that she hadn't woken up yet.

"Mr. Zhongyuan? This, this is..."

The red-haired girl felt her breath shaking.

"Third son."

The voice of the ochre-haired boy came.

The third son raised his head dully and looked across.

Seeing PortMafia's gravity user, Nakahara Chuya looked at her seriously, and solemnly said in an oath-like tone,

"I'll take charge."

"Let's get married."

Third son: "..."

Third son: "......????"

Why did the channel suddenly jump to marriage!

She walked away for less than 10 minutes, what happened in the middle! !

And Mr. Zhongyuan, why do you always have things like 'marriage sessions' at home! ! ! !