The super power special team has come to a crap

With a chaotic voice, Mrs. Searle hurriedly explained: "He is like this, don't worry about it, you can sit down for a while. Uh... I just baked biscuits, do you want to have a taste?"

Nat smiled stiffly and nodded.

Mrs. Searle ran to the kitchen as if she was running away. Alva shrugged and didn't comment on the weird family atmosphere—he didn't know what a normal family was like anyway.

However, when they turned to the sofa following Mrs. Searle's instructions, they found that there was already a person sitting on the sofa. , with cyan tattoos looming on his neck, wearing earrings, and a teenager with a rather visual appearance.

"Hi, Nat, long time no see." The boy leaned on his arm and said lazily.

"...Jack..." Nat bit his lip, holding back a name for a long time.

Jack didn't move his head, his eyes moved up and down, scanning Nat's body, and turning his eyeballs a little to the left, scanning Alva.

"Your brother?" Alva asked with a chuckle, "It's quite interesting."

Nat's alarm bells rang, but before he could speak, Jack did.

"Hey, where did you dye your hair, it's so golden." The boy asked with great interest.

"This?" Alva stroked the strand of blond hair on his forehead, and said triumphantly, "Natural."

"Ah?" Jack's eyes widened: "Then you dyed your hair white?"

"Of course not." Alva smirked.

"Nonsense, no one is born with this hair color." Jack wrinkled his face, turned his head and asked, "Nat, you won't lie, tell me where he dyed his hair."

Nat, who was called out suddenly, immediately stood up straight—he was obviously the elder brother, but he shrank in front of his younger brother—and after organizing his speech for a long time, he said hesitantly: "It's not dyed..."

Jack looked unconvinced, and when he wanted to say something, Mrs. Searle came back. She was holding a ceramic plate in her hand, which was filled with Christmas tree shapes, small and exquisite cookies, and butter special The fragrance came.

"Stop standing, please sit down," Mrs. Searle put the plate on the coffee table, pushed Nat and Alva to sit on the sofa, and sat on Jack's side, with an overly enthusiastic expression on her face. Smile: "It's just out of the oven, try it quickly."

Alva took two pieces unceremoniously, and stuffed one piece into Nat's mouth. Nat obediently opened his mouth and ate it. It tasted really good, but he didn't know how to say it, so he could only smile silently.

Alva had already reached out to get the fourth piece, and as usual, he gave another piece to the people around him, and at the same time praised generously: "I haven't eaten such a good biscuit for a long time, it's very delicious, madam, your craftsmanship is really good."

Mrs. Seale smiled all over her face: "Thank you."

After a second of silence, Alva elbowed Nat hard: "Nat thinks it's delicious too, right?"

Nat: "...Yes!"

The eyebrows and eyes of the lady on the opposite side suddenly softened, and she said softly, "Eat more if you like it."

"Ahem," a few deliberate coughs came from the stairs. Alva looked up and saw a middle-aged man in a black suit, tie and meticulously combed hair walking towards them.

This is officially too much... Alva complained in his heart.

Mrs. Syl hurried up to greet her: "Honey, we've been waiting for you for a long time, come and say hello. This is Nat, and this is his friend Alva."

"I still recognize my son." Mr. Seale frowned and muttered, and then became uneasy: "Uh... hello, hello."

Alva thought nonchalantly, it seems that Nat's character is also genetic, he waved his hand casually: "Good evening, nice to meet you."

Like a child being brought to meet an elder he has never met, Nat followed Alva's voice and whispered, "Good evening, father."

Mr. Searle suddenly ran out of words. After a long time, he was robbed by Mrs. Searle: "Then I'm going to prepare dinner. We have prepared turkey, cake and thick soup. Does Alva have any taboos? ?” She asked Alva, but looked at Nat.

However, Nat was so anxious that he didn't know where to put his eyes, and finally he had to stare at Alva, who replied: "No."

"That's good, I hope you like our food." Mrs. Seale walked to the kitchen after speaking. Mr. Seale couldn't stay for a second, and said in a hurry: "I'm here to help too!" Followed the kitchen step by step - wearing a high-end suit.

Now there were only three people left in the living room, and it was a little deserted all of a sudden.

"Hey, where do you get your colored contact lenses?" Jack asked curiously.

"..." Alva: "Natural."

"How is it possible? You can tell it's fake just by the color," Jack spread his hands. "Tell me, I've wanted to match it for a long time. Blue and green are good. Black eyes are too dull."

Alva looked at Nat's eyes - the latter blinked for no reason, his eyes were shining - and said contemptuously, "You know what a fart, black eyes are so beautiful."

Then he looked at Jack again, and agreed, "Oh... yes, it's really boring to grow on your face."

Jack: "..."

He feels he's been hurt a bit, but he's too young to realize it's a form of bachelor abuse, so he goes on to ask, "By the way, what's your relationship with Nat? He never had friends. "

This is a bit of a question for Alva. He frowned and thought hard for a long time, and then spit out two words: "Colleague?"

"Colleagues?!" Jack opened his mouth wide: "I thought you two met in a bar for sex!"

Nat's face turned red immediately, but Alva regained his energy: "You kid, you have good eyesight. It seems that although I haven't clubbed for many years, I still have an unruly temperament."

"Uninhibited?" Jack repeated suspiciously. He looked at Alva, who had neat hair and neat clothes, and said with disgust: "Are you normal except for the color of your hair? It looks like you went to college somewhere." Student, look at me, this is uninhibited!"

He pulled off his clothes with a swipe, revealing his clawed tattoos. He was very unconvinced: "You call me a brat? How much older can you be than me? I don't necessarily have seen more of the world!"

Alva didn't know how to respond to this high school kid who looked like he was in adolescence, so he had to return to the previous topic: "My glasses are provided by my unit."

Jack also seemed to realize that his actions were a bit silly, so he quickly put on his clothes and asked doubtfully, "So the university calls the school a unit?"

"No." Alva pointed to Nat with his thumb: "I said it once, your brother and I are colleagues."

"Ah..." Jack opened his mouth, and said after a while: "That means you are also a superpower?"

"Yes, are you afraid?" Alva raised his legs and smiled.

"Of course not!!!" Jack was tens of times more excited than before: "Super power, super handsome!!!"

"There was one in our class before, it seemed to be called the body strengthening department, he could lift the table with one finger, he was so handsome! Although he was banned from participating in various sports competitions, he was much better than the champion. I think this It's not fair, how can I suspend the game? Isn't his superpower a personal talent, so he should go up and beat that champion to pieces!" Jack continued: "By the way, what superpower do you have? Fast running? Strength Big? Can you set fire to discharge? Or can you read minds? Ah! You won’t be reading my mind anymore, will you?! Come and tell me what number I’m thinking of right now!”

Alva had already collapsed on Nat laughing, with tears in his eyes. He struggled to get up, and forced a serious look while holding back his laughter: "Neither, I can move objects."

"Ooooh that's great! Can that make me fly?" Jack was waving.

"No." Alva said solemnly: "But I can show you a demonstration, you don't talk, so as not to affect my performance."

"Okay!" Jack immediately covered his mouth, not daring to breathe.

Alva rolled up his sleeves, frowned tightly, and pointed his index finger at the plate on the table. After half a minute, a cookie floated up and flew slowly towards Nat.

Alva shouted: "Open your mouth!"

Nat: "..."

Before he had time to cooperate, the cookie that was hovering with difficulty fluctuated violently because of Alva's voice, and finally fell to the ground with a bang, breaking into three pieces.

Jack: "..."

The villain in Alva first complained: "Who spoke suddenly, causing me to fail to control myself!"

Jack felt that he had been greatly deceived, so he glared at him several times, and ran to the kitchen with his mouth pursed, wondering if he was crying to his parents.

Alva was overjoyed, and made a pitiful look again, pressing his hands on Nat's shoulders, but he couldn't hide his teasing: "What should I do, your brother seems to hate me."

Nat quietly hooked Alva's little finger, a pair of big and deep black eyes were smiling: "I like you is enough."

short story

Alva is lazy, on the one hand because of his nature, and on the other hand because of his ability bonus.

When I was young:

Because of his outstanding ability and bad personality, the friends in the same orphanage are both afraid and respectful of him. The delicious food is provided to the boss, the clothes of the boss are washed by the younger brother, and the homework of the boss is shared by the younger brother. No one dares to let him He does things he doesn't want to do, and even the adults in the orphanage dare not provoke him.

Don't dare to provoke him = don't want to teach him.

So that he has no ability to take care of himself and survive alone.