The super power special team has come to a crap

Feel like you are afraid to look at anyone a lot of the time. "

Nat: "Do you ever feel like he's glowing?"

Helen: "..."

Nat looked down, blushing silently.

Helen: Damn, can you still gossip normally?

thirteen

Alva, who has been in the hospital for nearly two weeks because of "soaked in sea water" and "choked a lot of water", will finally be discharged from the hospital today, which is really gratifying.

He packed his luggage casually - he didn't have anything anyway - and planned to go to the hospital for discharge.

The door of the ward was pushed open, and Nat walked in, his movements were a little more awkward than usual, and even a little subtle.

Seeing that Alva was about to leave, he couldn't help blinking.

"I'm leaving the hospital today, what's the matter?" Alva is used to the existence of this person, who asked him to come here at least once a day, although he didn't talk much when he came here, he just sat silently on the bedside, occasionally brought some fruits, and peeled them The technology is not bad.

"No, it's okay... I... just came to see you..." Nat looked a little nervous, but he always looked like this: "Are you going home?"

"Well, but let's go to the bureau first, Joe seems to have something to ask me." Alva was carrying the suitcase to go out, Nat took the not-heavy suitcase over, and met the former who was a little surprised Eyes shy smile.

Someone helped to carry things, of course Alva would not refuse, he commanded: "Go to the first floor, I have to go through the formalities."

"Yeah!" Nat followed Alva step by step, like a gentle but a bit scary rabbit, once he was pampered a little, he would be very happy.

Alva walked in front uncomfortably. The person behind him was obviously half a head taller than him. Why did his temperament differ so far from his height, figure, and face...

It was pretty fun though.

After completing the formalities, Nat made the first invitation in his life: "Alva, I drove... Do you want me to take you to the main office?"

Alva looked into his sincere black eyes, turned the words of refusal around in his mouth, but still didn't say it, but expressed doubts with his eyes.

"I drive very steadily!" Nat quickly added, and then blushed because his voice was a little louder, and repeated softly: "They...all said that it is very comfortable to ride in my car..."

"Oh, okay." Alva nodded. Captain Nat has already talked about this point. Wouldn't it be too embarrassing to refuse again.

Nat's car was parked in the underground parking lot, and Alva glanced at it: "The grade of the car is not as good as your status as the captain."

"I... um." Nat wanted to say that due to the lack of funds in the bureau, their salaries and bonuses were more or less deducted, but this sentence was too long, and the reason was not handsome enough, so he had to keep silent closed his mouth.

"Next time you come to my house, I will take you to sit on my baby." Alva is also used to the captain's shy talking style, so he doesn't care.

Nat was stunned for a moment, before he had time to pay attention to why it was "sit" instead of "drive", he immediately responded: "...Okay!"

He graciously opened the door for Alva, sat happily in the driver's seat, fastened his seat belt, and called up the navigation.

Alva raised his eyebrows: "Don't know the way?"

Nat blinked and nodded, "I'm not from here..."

"Oh, it's okay," Alva said calmly, "I probably know the map of Don Hughes better than a computer, so I'll point it out to you."

"Okay..." Nat replied softly, a little lost in thought.

Is he so familiar with the terrain because he is from the space system... Speaking of which, he suddenly disappeared when we first met, probably because of the use of his ability... Nat is still a little dazed about this, and the people sitting next to him It's not just a level 2 manipulation system, but one of the three major systems that need special treatment...

Nat had seen some space departments when he was a trainee, but most of them were below level 6, and the few level 7 were taught by instructors during his study period.And Alva...although he doesn't know his specific level, but being able to control the position and destination of the space gate so precisely, just by this control alone can be called remarkable.

Captain Nat, who was thinking this way, didn't realize at all that his own control power, which was as precise as bioelectricity, was no less than others.

"Hey, aren't you leaving?" Alva asked, with a surprisingly lack of impatience in his tone.

Nat came back to his senses suddenly, his face flushed immediately, he apologized in a panic, and started the car.

Alva turned up the heating by one gear. Nat had already started, but he stopped again. He turned his head and asked seriously, "Is it cold?"

Alva waved his hand casually: "It's not too cold."

Then he found his hand was being grabbed, and Nat squeezed his hand carefully as if it were a top priority, and said, "That's ice."

"I'm just like this, don't worry about it." Alva withdrew his hand, and Nat turned his head in embarrassment, and reached out to turn up the heat a little more.

The temperature was still a bit too high for him, and Nat took off his coat and put it on the back seat.

Suddenly, his heart beat like a drum.

Captain Nat finally remembered what he was here for today.

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Time goes back to a week ago, in Helen's dilapidated small apartment, she excitedly advised her captain.

"Captain, let me tell you, from my perspective, if you don't confess to Alva, he will never know that you like him!" Helen was very excited.

"..." Nat's voice was inaudible: "He...looks...not...very...slow..."

"He's not slow, so the problem lies with you." Helen patted the coffee table with a "slap": "You're so boring!"

Nat blinked: "Men Sao?"

"Yes, mensao is not popular these days! If you want to catch up with a male god, instead of being a silently dedicated spare tire, it's better to put him on the bed directly!"

Did she use a strange word to describe him just now, Nat thought in his heart, besides, it's not like he hasn't pressed Alva on the bed before, he doesn't know what he wants...

Although at that time he himself didn't know what he wanted to do most.

"Anyway! Hurry up and confess! Then tell me the result!!" Helen summed it up by yelling. Judging from her expression, it's better to say that she wants to hear gossip than she is offering ideas.

"..." Nat was silent for a full 5 minutes, until Helen asked impatiently: "Captain, how is it?" Then he came back to his senses, and asked a little at a loss, "What should I do, how should I say it?"

Helen: "Look him in the eyes! Say I love you!!"

Nat: "... I... don't... dare."

"..." Helen slumped her shoulders and raised her hands in a gesture of surrender: "Okay, my fault! Actually, I also don't think this is suitable for you, captain, so let's change the method."

Nat looked at her expectantly.

Helen patted the coffee table again, making a decisive effect: "Write a love letter!"

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It took Nat a full week of writing before he struggled to write this "love letter".

According to Helen, her ability to act is 100 times stronger than her ability to speak. You can throw a love letter on Alva’s hospital bed, and he can always see it. It has nothing to do with the love letter already written.

He carefully packed this love letter in a beautiful envelope and put it in the inner pocket of his coat, intending to hand it out today.

As a result, as soon as he entered the door of the ward, he learned that the person who sent the love letter was going to be discharged from the hospital. Compared with handing over the love letter, his hand went to pick up the luggage faster.

Missing an opportunity is tantamount to missing another opportunity, and Nat remembered at this moment that he had forgotten a most important life event in this way.

but……

"Hey, why are you in a trance again? If you don't want to drive, I can take the subway." Alva looked suspiciously at the driver whose face was slowly turning red, and asked uncomfortably.

"No, it's okay!" Nat pursed his lips and gripped the steering wheel tightly.

Just leave that thing in the backseat for a while and hope it doesn't fall out...

fourteen

Joe's assistance came quickly, and within ten minutes, seven or eight superpowers in uniform took over the street from the police and blocked it from various angles.

Even I can't get out like this, Alva leaned listlessly on the back of the driver's seat, but fortunately he has no plans to leave for the time being.

He squinted his eyes slightly, feeling a little sleepy, but due to the noise of the evacuated crowd around him, he couldn't really fall asleep, so he just took a rest.

Just when his consciousness was wandering between reality and dreams, someone knocked on his car window, and Alva suddenly woke up, casting displeased eyes on the person coming.

Then his expression of dissatisfaction subsided slightly—it was a good-looking young man who knocked on the car window.

Alva rolled down the car window, and the handsome guy smiled at him: "Hello, this place is very dangerous, ordinary citizens please leave here."

Alva silently took out his ID from his pocket and shook it.

The little handsome guy was obviously stunned for a moment, probably because he never thought that such a high-ranking public servant would just take a nap at the crime scene as if nothing had happened.

Alva glanced at him critically, and sighed in his heart: Nat is better looking.

"Aren't you going to work?" Probably this question bothered him too much, so the handsome guy asked it anyway.

"I'm waiting for someone." Alva replied with a lack of interest, dissatisfied in his heart, and he was in charge of it. His current immediate boss didn't care about his fishing on the spot.