The lover that gravity makes is wrong

As it turns out, raiding a friend's home late at night is never a good idea.

Because in addition to the possibility of being regarded as a thief with evil intentions, there is also the possibility of being sprayed with red wine in the face by a friend who got drunk late at night.

"Wow! Teacher Zhongyuan, this is so dirty!"

The third son didn't expect that just as he said hello, what greeted her was a sip of wine.

The temperature of the wine was slightly cool, mixed with the warmth of the mouth, and they were caught off guard by the third son's face.

Fragrant alcohol molecules diffused in the air, with softened tannins, and the unique rich oak aroma of Plato, instantly occupying all the senses of the red-haired girl.

Because of the upside-down relationship, most of the red wine sprayed straight towards the girl's eyes, and the third son subconsciously closed his eyes in shock, avoiding the tragedy of drinking in the eyes, but ignored a few drops falling on the chin. Sliding back to the corner of the lips.

In the panic, pink lips were stained wet, and the red-haired girl unconsciously squeezed them into her mouth.

"Long-winded! I don't even think about whose fault it is!"

Faced with the pre-emptive accusation of a ghost girl, Nakahara Chuya, who was so frightened that his heart stopped for two seconds, almost laughed angrily.

But having said that, the red-haired boy still stretched out his arms, and carried the embarrassed girl from the window sill into the apartment like picking grapes, twisted a warm towel, and helped her wipe off the wine stains on her face little by little.

As soon as the soft towel exuding heat touched his cheek, the thick eyelashes of the third son trembled slightly.

She subconsciously raised her hand to rub it, but was held down by a big palm.

"Be honest and don't move, is your eye hurting?"

The deep voice, with a hint of magnetic hoarseness, rang in Sanzi's ears.

The ghost girl with her eyes closed couldn't see how close Nakahara Chuya was to her at this moment.

But the red-haired girl instinctively sensed a little discomfort from the breath sprayed on her face and the whispers whispered against her hair.

Here we go again, this strange feeling...

His cheeks were a little hot, and his heartbeat seemed to be accelerating.

The third son couldn't tell whether this was the sequelae of being frightened or something else.

The cotton towel was gently wiped from the corner of the eyes, and the brown-haired boy seemed to be treating a precious painting with light force, which made the girl tilt her head as if she was ticklish.

When he turned his head, Sanzi felt as if his lips had brushed against something, it was soft to the touch, with the burning smell of red wine.

Is it a towel?

Before the third son could think clearly, she felt the breath in front of her sink, and the force of wiping her face also stopped.

The air in the apartment was eerily quiet, as if something that should have been dormant was brewing and was about to break out of the ground.

A staring gaze fell on the girl's face, and the inexplicable sense of crisis made the third son's scalp tighten, and then he followed his heart——

Take a small step back.

"That, Teacher Zhongyuan? Can I open my eyes?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at the third son, but did not speak.

Although on the surface, there doesn't seem to be anything unusual.

But Zhong Yuanzhong also knows that the red-haired girl at this time is like a sensitive little animal that smells the crisis. She has already stepped on the edge of the temptation with half her foot. If there is any sign of trouble, she will run away and disappear without a trace. trace.

Silence spread in the apartment, and an inexplicable aura tugged between the two of them.

Don't be in a hurry.

Central Plains Chuya, now, not yet.

The ocher-haired Mafia in a bathrobe stared at the prey in front of him, as if after a world of silence for so long, the Mafia temporarily backed down.

He put away the dangerous dark color in his eyes, and turned back to the familiar and reassuring Teacher Zhongyuan that the red-haired girl was familiar with.

"Okay." Nakahara Zhong also said softly.

He reached out and flicked the girl's forehead lightly, and stuffed the towel into her hand.

The actions of the ocher-haired mafia were like a signal, and the urgent hunting confrontation a few seconds ago dissipated, so when the red-haired girl opened her eyes, the two returned to the original mode of getting along.

A cup of hot juice was handed to Sanzi, and Nakahara took a step back and sat down on the opposite sofa.

"Tell me, you came to me in the middle of the night pretending to be a ghost to scare people, because you wanted to ask something important."

"It's not scary."

The girl took a sip of the juice, diluting the taste of red wine that came from nowhere in her mouth.

"I did knock on the door, Mr. Zhongyuan, but there was no response, so I just wanted to take a look from the window."

Unexpectedly, I got a sudden 'red wine mask'.

I don't know if it's an illusion, until now, Sanzi still feels that her breath still smells of red wine, and the strong aroma of wine made her a little dizzy.

"I said you..." Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at the third son helplessly.

Breaking into the PortMafia cadre's house at night, the idiot should be thankful that he's getting just innocuous red wine.

If it were an ordinary person, it would have been killed on the spot long ago, and the corpse was lying on the concrete floor cold, instead of sitting on the cadre's sofa like now, confidently disgusting the strange smell of wine.

"Sir, next time you can just open the door and come in. I remember giving you the key?"

It was just a casual reminder, but the red-haired girl on the opposite side seemed to have just remembered, holding the juice, showing a guilty expression.

Zhong Yuanzhong also narrowed his eyes, and his tone was a bit dangerous: "Did you throw it away?"

"How is it possible!" The third son flatly denied it.

"Well, it's just... something went wrong."

Because the suspicious eyes of the red-haired boy were too obvious, the third son who knew he was wrong had no choice but to use actions to prove himself that he was not fooling anyone.

She put down the glass in her hand, reached into her pocket, and under Zhongyuan Zhongye's staring gaze, carefully picked out a small potted plant with goldfish growing on the grass, and put it on the coffee table.

Because of the arc of movement, the goldfish in the potted plant shook its head.

Then he nimbly turned over on the grass and continued to doze off unshakably while blowing out his nose.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stared at the big and small snot bubble and was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "What is this?"

"Well, a key, a keychain?"

The red-haired girl paused, scratched her face in embarrassment, and added, "The one who accidentally swallowed the key, the keychain."

This really can't blame Sanzi.

That was two months ago, on the second day after the New Year, Zhong Yuan Zhong also gave the third son the spare key of his apartment.

The beautiful name is to avoid the situation where he is drunk and the red-haired girl can only teleport him back to the apartment.

The third son didn't think much about it, after all, she had heard that in this world, only true friends would give each other the backup key of their home!

Here's a testament to their giant wheel of friendship!

When I received this for the first time, the third son was very happy for a long time. At that time, I decided to keep it well and live up to Teacher Zhongyuan's good intentions.

So the red-haired girl thought for a while, and hung the key with the small potted snapdragon plant that her father had given her, which happened to be a keychain.

Well, important treasures should be kept together, she is amazing!

The third son proudly put his hands on his hips.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, the snapdragon, which had been sleeping soundly every day since getting it, suddenly woke up with its fins shaking.

It opened a pair of ferocious triangular eyes, and after observing the new neighbor for a while, it suddenly groaned, opened its mouth wide, and swallowed the key into the fish's stomach in one gulp.

"..."

"...!!!"

"...You can't eat this, Xiaojin!! Spit it out!!"

Snapdragon: "Zzzzz~"

The third son covered his face and groaned, stretched out his index finger and poked desperately on the fat belly of the snapdragon grass.

Unfortunately, Xiao Jin was in a deep sleep, motionless.

It's impossible to spit it out, and in the end I can only accept the reality honestly.

Nakahara Chuya who listened to the whole process: "..."

"It's okay, Teacher Zhongyuan!"

The third son also gave a thumbs up to Zhongyuanzhong, and said comfortingly

"Although Xiao Jin ate the key, but think about it from another angle, so that the key to your door will never be lost! Super safe and secure!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at the sleeping Snapdragon with an ugly expression on his face.

No, he doesn't want to be safe, he just wants to kill the fish to get the key.

One can't hide the look in the eyes of a person who wants to kill a fish.

However, before Zhongyuan Zhongye could make a move, the third son reached out his hand with a 'shoo', and took the 'keychain' back into his pocket first.

The third son looked at Chuya Nakahara vigilantly, crossed his arms in front of him, and slapped the red-haired boy with a big X,

"Mr. Zhongyuan, this is a super rare gift from my father. It is a mini snapdragon for ornamental use. It will kill fish!"

Central Plains Chuya: Tsk.

Seeing the appearance of the red-haired girl, a gravitational user with brown hair could only withdraw his hand that was about to move, and glanced at the third son's pocket unwillingly,

"Forget it, put this aside for now, didn't you say you have something important to ask, what exactly is it?"

"……what."

With such a reminder, the third son, who almost forgot what was going on, finally recalled the purpose of his late-night visit.

"Actually, it's not really important..."

The red-haired girl put her fingers on her lips, her eyes wandered around, her fair cheeks were slightly blush under the light of the apartment.

The third son couldn't tell what his mood was, but suddenly he didn't dare to look Nakahara Chuya in the eyes.

Looking at the girl's shy and rare expression, Zhong Yuanzhong also seemed to have a premonition, his heart moved, and he slowly sat up straight.

"That, that, Teacher Zhongyuan—it's about Valentine's Day gifts, I want to confirm with you."

coming!

Zhong Yuanzhong also moved his little finger on his leg slightly, and his steady breathing followed for a second.

But soon, the young man calmed down, as if he was afraid of disturbing the prey wandering around the trap, he slowly slowed down his tone, and spoke as if there was no difference,

"What do you want to confirm?"

The third son didn't notice the young man's eyes, she squeezed the corners of her lips tightly, took a deep breath to calm down her ever-increasing heartbeat,

"Mr. Zhongyuan, am I... a bad friend?"

"..."

"…………what?"

This is a strange question?

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked stagnant, obviously not reacting from the gap between the front and the back.

friend?

So, this idiot came here in the middle of the night with a look that made him uneasy, just to ask this? !

The heart that was beating wildly because of anticipation seemed to have been suddenly poured with a basin of cold water.

At this moment, there is no need to pretend. A certain brown-haired mafia thinks he is real? The six roots are pure, and he is only a little away from the Buddha's ascension to heaven.

To be honest, Zhong Yuanzhong also thought that he had a reason to be angry, but for some reason, he wanted to laugh a little.

Not self-mockery or anything, just plain—

【Ah, it really is the style of this idiot. 】

This is both helpless and funny.

Zhongyuan Zhong also held his forehead, exhaled a long breath, raised his eyes to look at the third son,

"I said, Sanzi, what kind of strange questions are you asking..."

But in the next second, after seeing the red-haired girl's state clearly, he opened his eyes wide in surprise, and froze in place as if his tongue had been taken away by a cat.

"Hmm... is it weird?"

The third son rubbed his eyes, wanting to see Chuya Nakahara's expression.

But it was strange to find that the ocher-haired boy on the opposite side turned into three at some point, and the smell of red wine became stronger and stronger as he breathed.

The rising alcohol deepened the blush on the girl's cheeks, as gorgeous as if dyed with rouge.

The usually lively emerald eyes also seem to be covered with a layer of shallow water, like gemstones soaked in clear spring water. The corners of the girl's eyes are slightly red, with a kind of cruelty that makes people want to be cruel. beauty.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at the third son, and suddenly understood why people around him strictly forbade girls from drinking.

With this appearance, what if I get drunk somewhere where I can't see it...

Nakahara got up and walked to the unconscious girl: "You're drunk, Sanzi."

"Drunk? What are you talking about, Mr. Zhongyuan, I didn't drink."

The red-haired girl puffed up her face, grabbed the bathrobe belt in front of her eyes, and muttered dissatisfiedly,

"One or both of you are... say that minors are forbidden to drink alcohol, but I am five hundred years old! But I have seen the legendary Momotaro and the super-evil ghost of Master Yiinch!"

"Although, hiccup, I still have a lot of things I don't understand... I also have a strange feeling for Mr. Zhongyuan, and the Valentine's Day gift..."

"But I, hiccup, studied hard! I also asked my father...but it's so difficult...uh, it's really hard to understand..."

How do you feel about him?

The third son's words made Nakahara stop holding her arm.

Reminiscent of the sudden visit of the red-haired girl, the strange question of the 'failed friend'...

Nakahara Chuya had a flash of light in his mind and quickly realized something.

The heart, which had been poured with cold water and forcibly calmed down, started beating uncontrollably again, beating again and again in the chest cavity.

Unspeakable joy flows in the blood vessels and is transmitted to the whole body.

...Is that what he thought?

Will it be the answer he was expecting?

Calm down, Nakahara Chuya, people are right in front of your eyes.

The ochre-haired boy took a deep breath, struggling to suppress the restlessness in his heart.

"Look at my third son, look up at me—"

He bent down, supported the girl's chin with his palm, and lifted the third son's cheek.

Zhong Yuan Zhong also's unmoving gaze fell on the red-haired girl's eyebrows and eyes, using the eyes as a knife, skipping inch by inch, not intending to let go of the slightest emotion in it.

"Tell me, what are you thinking?"

"Why do you say that you are a 'bad friend'?"

The tone of the Mafia's deliberately slowed down, after using a bit of coaxing interrogation, was as soft as a non-threatening string playing, touching the girl's eardrums, and easily prying open the third son's chatterbox.

"I...I don't know..."

"Valentine's Day gift is very difficult, because I don't want Teacher Zhongyuan to be disappointed, I think very hard. But I found that I don't know Teacher Zhongyuan at all, the colors I like, the food I like to eat, and my hobbies..."

The red-haired girl lowered her eyes sadly while talking,

"Mr. Zhongyuan, I don't know any of these... I can't choose a gift that will make you happy."

"Well, then what?" Zhong Yuan continued to follow the hair on the back of the third son's head, and continued to be persuasive.

"Then……"

As if remembering the suggestion of the ghost assistant officer, a glimmer of happiness appeared in the lost eyes of the ghost,

"Dad said, this feeling...is normal. If you don't know your personal hobbies, then start with work..."

Zhongyuan Zhong didn't care about the second half of Sanzi's sentence. At this moment, all his mind was focused on the first half.

Intuition told him that he was already very close to the core.

The drunken red-haired girl was leaning against his arms, and that was when her heart was most defenseless and unreserved.

Zhong Yuanzhong also knew that at this time, he only needed to take one more step forward, just a little distance from his hand, to grasp and even guide the answer he wanted.

Love is a war.

And the mafia has never been an upright member who pays attention to the so-called fair means.

Should have asked further here.

Strangling the prey's weakness, prying open her secret thoughts mercilessly, closing everything to a conclusion, and not giving her a chance to waver or doubt.

This is war, and the soft-hearted side will only become the loser who is completely defeated.

...that's how it should have been.

The "Book of Love 2" is still lying under the coffee table.

Whether it's the so-called "advice from a love expert" above or his intuition at this time, they are all telling himself to pursue the victory.

- It should have been like this.

The ocher-haired mafia hesitated, emotions and reason tugging in his brain, but before the brain decided the winner, his hands had already taken the girl into his arms and made a choice for himself.

"Yes, Sanzi, it's normal to feel like this."

Nakahara Chuya hugged the red-haired girl and rested his chin on her head with a sigh.

Wanting to wake her up, but not wanting to wake her up.

He wanted to force her into a desperate situation, face up to accepting his feelings, but he didn't want to destroy the happy expression on her face now.

Forget it, wait a little longer.

The ocher-haired mafia who had made his choice tilted his head back and leaned against the sofa.

He put one hand on the back of the third son's head, and gently combed the girl's long hair with his fingers as if to comfort him. He deeply felt that in just a second, he had already started to regret it.

The bright moonlight shines in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the night wind raises the veils of the curtains.

The red-haired girl leaned against the brown-haired mafia's arms, resting her head on the other's chest, listening to the steady heartbeat, closed her eyes sleepily, and yawned a little.

"Third son, do you still want to know the answers to those questions?"

In the quiet night, Chuya Nakahara's voice came, low and soft, like a lullaby before a sweet dream.

"...Mmm." The third son buried his face in the Mafia's bathrobe trustingly, and responded softly.

"Then, just ask, just this once."

"What is Teacher Zhongyuan's favorite color?"

"red."

"What's your favorite food?"

"Nothing special, the fruit is strawberry."

"What do you want most now?"

"A temperature-controlled wine cabinet, and—"

"What else?"

The third son tried hard to open her sleepy eyes and waited for a while, but until a long time later, she did not wait for Chuya Nakahara's answer.

The drowsiness grew stronger, the red-haired girl yawned again, grabbed Nakahara Chuya's bathrobe, and slowly fell asleep.

However, this time, when her consciousness was completely surrounded by dark and sweet dreams, the girl seemed to hear a very shallow answer in a blur.

"...Third son."

*****

The next day, Zhong Yuan woke up and found himself lying on the bed, still wearing yesterday's white bathrobe.

And a certain red-haired girl who was sleeping soundly had disappeared without a trace.

The red-haired boy lifted the quilt and sat up. A rectangular gift box was brought over and rolled onto Zhongyuan Zhongye's lap.

The box was about sixteen carats in size and tied with a red ribbon.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at the box carefully for a while, then held his breath, and carefully untied the bow on it.

What could it be?

As the ribbon fell to the ground, the box opened, a stack of neatly bound, and a thick manual appeared in front of Zhongyuan Zhongye.

On it is a standard two-point bold font, and a title is printed on it——

"On the Proposal for the Preservation and Transformation of Black Sorkin Explosives and the Use of Aerospace Propulsion Gunpowder"

Monographs of 35 Internationally Famous Aeronautical Scientists (Exclusive Edition for Hell)

Next to it was a small card handwritten by Sanzi——

【"Mr. Zhongyuan, Dad said that I should give you something that will help your work."】

【"It just so happens that the Black Sorkin explosives in New York were used last time. I specially asked the dead to give you a supplementary use suggestion report. It is of great strategic value! With it, you will not be blamed by your boss for doing things Not good."]

【"By the way, Happy Valentine's Day, Mr. Zhongyuan~—San Zi."】

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

The sun outside the window was just right, but Zhong Yuanzhong's hand, which was also holding the card, was trembling crazily.

Just ask, who else can be like him, the Valentine's Day gift is a report on the use of bomb papers from someone you like?

No, he is not happy.

This Valentine's Day is not happy at all!

Zhong Yuanzhong's face was also gloomy, and his eyes lost the light of life.

Just as he sighed desolately and was about to accept this tragic fact, he moved his finger holding the card and felt a bump.

After turning it over, I found that there was a message on the back of the card.

【"Hey, you're scared! The one under the box is the real gift, because it's really unexpected, Mr. Zhongyuan, just let me cheat a little bit!"】

under the box?

Zhongyuan Zhong was also taken aback, grabbed the box and shook it abruptly.

Accompanied by a muffled sound of 'Du', an object rolled out from the edge of the box, and was caught by the red-haired boy.

The moment he spread his palms, Nakahara Chuya, who saw the object clearly, subconsciously held his breath.

——It is an emerald gem full of vitality like the heart of a forest.

The size of half a palm, the whole body is transparent, shining brightly in the sun.

But this is not enough to make Zhe gravitationally startled.

What really moved Zhongyuan Zhongye was the power transmitted by the gemstones in the tentacles through the skin.

This is a supernatural gem.

There are all kinds of supernatural powers in the world.

Some can condense the lifespan into a crystal; some can transform the supernatural power itself into a crystal.

And this piece is the third son's wish gem.

[Different abilities, all living beings wish]

【Represents, you are as important as all living beings in my eyes】

The third son gave him a wish.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at the gemstone in his palm for a long time. After a while, he suddenly raised his hand to support his forehead, and laughed softly.

Really... I lost to you, idiot.

Well, you pass the test.

In the bright sunshine, the ochre-haired gravitationalist smiled, lowered his head on the emerald wish gem, and kissed lightly,

"Happy Valentine's Day, third son."