The super power special team has come to a crap

When I grow up:

Because the super power has matured, so I become more and more lazy. The specific manifestations are:

Halfway through playing the game, I want to eat snacks → sit in place and open a space door to take it out of the refrigerator.

Lie on the bed and want to drink water → Lie on the spot and open a space door to get some water.

Delivered to the door by courier → Sit at the same place and open a space door to bring it in from the outside.

Joe informs that there is a meeting → directly open a space door from home to the meeting room, one step is enough.

Temporary business trip → open a space door and arrive directly, and save money on air tickets.However, this kind of inter-city space transfer will be complained by the Superpower Supervision Bureau, so it has been banned by Joe.

After the accident:

Alva would use his ability habitually at first, but the headache it caused was too severe, and the duration was completely random, sometimes for a few seconds, sometimes for a whole day, just like a girl's menstrual pain, hard Shengsheng cured his laziness a little bit.

One day he was lying on the bed with a fever. He had just had a round of sleep. When he woke up, his headache felt like it was about to burst, and his throat was full of smoke, but he didn't have a younger brother to bring tea and water. It was even worse, so I had to try my best to reach for the water glass on the table, because I didn't expect him to wake up so weak before going to bed, so the position of the water glass was a bit inhumane, and he really couldn't exert any strength on his body. Half of the body was stretched out, but it was still out of reach.

Thinking that he was going to die of such thirst and waited for Joe to collect the body, Alva noticed that the water glass shook in a small arc, and he blinked in disbelief, thinking that he was burnt out.Then he discovered that the water glass was indeed moving slightly by his will.

He was overjoyed, and concentrated on getting the water glass closer to him, and the water glass moved out a little bit as expected.

After working hard for about 3 minutes, when the water glass was half moved out of the corner of the table, it fell to the ground and fell to the ground.

Alva: "..."

In short, I didn't die of thirst at that time, and I learned a new superpower, which is really great.

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Because of learning a new superpower, Alwah's laziness recurred after half of his treatment, and because of his laziness, his ability, which was originally level 1, was forcibly upgraded to level 2 - because level 2 can make objects hang in the air , making it easier to be lazy.

25

There was a lot of noise in the kitchen because of Jack's airborne, and Nat heard the conversation leaking through the door with his keen ears.

Mrs. Searle's voice was full of helplessness: "Baby, go back quickly, don't leave the guests there alone."

"Hmph, I don't want to talk to that kind of liar!" Jack was unhappy.

"No way... That guest looks very well-behaved, tell mom, how did he lie to you?"

"He said he has superpowers, but he can't do anything except make cookies fly, it's so useless, how dare he call himself a superpower!" Jack acted willfully: "Anyway, I won't go, I won't go, I won't go! "

Mrs. Searle suddenly became quiet, and after a while, she asked softly, "Is that young man with superpowers?"

Jack: "Yeah. Uh, no! How can he count at this level!"

"You just stay here and help your father sieve the flour, and my mother will accompany them." Mrs. Searle said calmly.

Hearing this, Nat sighed lightly, and Alva looked at him inexplicably: "What's wrong?"

Unlike Nat's extraordinary hearing, Alva's hearing is not as good as that of ordinary people. He didn't hear a word of the brief dispute in the kitchen.

"Nothing." Feeling that this sentence was a bit flimsy, Nat thought for a while and added: "I just feel that the biscuit that fell on the ground just now is a pity."

"What a pity." Alva shook his fingers disdainfully: "Tsk tsk, just say as much as you want, and I'll make it for you."

Nat was stunned: "You will!?"

Alva said confidently: "Of course I won't."

Nat: "Oh..."

"Why are you so lost? This kind of simple thing can be made casually just by looking at the recipe. It will definitely not trouble me." Alva is full of confidence.

"Then I'm looking forward to it." Nat lowered his eyes and smiled softly.

No matter what kind of coke is made, he will definitely eat it!Nat swore to himself.

Fortunately, Alva didn't know Nat's inner thoughts at this time. He turned around and lay down on the sofa, saying hello to the visitor: "Hi, Jack, you're back."

Jack was fussing around like an unweaned child in the kitchen, but when he came out he looked like a decent kid, with a cold face and no answer.

Nat was a little surprised. He looked behind Jack sideways and found that he was really the only one who came out.

"What are you looking at?" Jack glared at him: "I've told you, I'm not afraid of any superpowers, it's better to say that I admire them."

Alva answered with a smile: "What a coincidence, I also think that others admire me."

"Who admires you!" Jack was still provoked by him and shouted: "If you want me to admire you, at least you have to be as good as Nat!"

Nat scratched his face with his fingers embarrassingly, and turned his eyes away. He was still not used to being directly praised by his family.

"Jack, you shouldn't have said that." Alva's voice suddenly became serious. Although he usually had a playful smile or a listless face, when he occasionally withdrew his smile, his aura was quite bluffing.

Jack was obviously confused, and asked in a daze: "Why?"

"Do you know that your brother is a level 8 ability user of the element system, do you understand what this level means?" Alva asked back.

Jack faltered: "Uh... really powerful?"

"It's too superficial." Alva shook his head: "This means that even in the whole country, there are no more than ten people who can achieve this strength. This ability is a gift from God, and only those who are loved by God People get it. Can you see what I mean?"

Jack was taken aback when he heard this: "Ah... what, what do you mean?"

"Ah, ah," Alva shook his head, looking as if the child's understanding is really poor, "isn't the meaning obvious. Most people don't have the talent of your brother, and it's too unrealistic to take him as a target, so it's better It's better to worship me."

Jack: "..."

He swore that if he believed this bastard again, he would jump off the third floor!

Nat couldn't help rubbing his forehead, he was afraid that when he came home in the future, Jack would be the first to stand at the door and stop him from entering.

"Okay, just kidding." Alva laughed. He thought Nat's family was so funny, and couldn't help but want to make more fun.

"Hmph." Jack turned his head, and after a while, his eyes slowly drifted over again, and he asked coyly, "Nat... are you really so good?"

Nat waved his hands desperately: "No, no, I, I don't—"

"He's super-powerful-formidable-" Alva interjected forcefully, dragging out each sound for a long time: "He's especially handsome when he's using his abilities."

Jack looked at him suspiciously: "Really? I've seen him help my mother cure insomnia. It's nothing special."

"So... I... really don't—"

"That's why you don't understand." Alva didn't give Nat a chance to speak at all. "This kind of nothing special reflects his specialness. For example, a doctor sees a patient, which seems ordinary, but This kind of ordinaryness is based on their decades of study, so Nat's seemingly ordinary treatment contains his extraordinary talent and years of unremitting efforts. You see, your classmate who runs fast , can you discharge it like your brother?"

Jack was hit all over his face by Alva's long-winded speech. He felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it, so he nodded as if he understood something.

Alva wanted to keep telling Jack how good his Nat was, but Mrs. Searle had already come out of the kitchen - Nat noticed her coming out with a nervous glance to make sure there was nothing unexpected It happened with a sigh of relief.

"Ah, it's time for dinner!" Jack also saw his mother, and ran over in a hurry. The latter lightly reprimanded him for entertaining guests, and then he called Nat and Alva loudly to eat.

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Christmas dinner was really good, Mrs. Seale—or maybe Mr. Seale, after all, they were both in the kitchen at the same time—good workmanship, lovely cake, turkey was cooked just right, and the soup was full of aroma, Al Wa enjoyed his meal.

Fortunately, these things temporarily blocked his mouth, so that he would not say some embarrassing things in public at the dinner table, and also left a chance for Nat to interact with his family more.

Mrs. Seale handed Nat the piece of cake with the most fruit and ice cream, cut the turkey for him, drizzled the sauce on him, set the knife and fork, and almost fed him directly into his mouth.

Nat was very uncomfortable: "Mother... I'll just do it myself..."

Mrs. Searle showed a sad expression, with a glimmer of light in her eyes: "Can you call me mom?"

Nat wanted to drop the cutlery, abandon the table and run away!

Before he could send his eyes asking for help, Alva spoke.

With his elbows on the table and a fork in his hand, he said lazily: "Ma'am, it doesn't matter what you call it. The most important thing is the harmony of feelings. I don't care about my mother." Call your mother."

Nat: Liar, you have no parents!

However, Mrs. Syl didn't know that Alva was talking nonsense, she was stunned for a moment, lowered her head and straightened her hair, and said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I haven't seen Nat for a long time, I'm a bit out of control... Nat doesn't mind, right? "

Nat nodded desperately, feeling saved.

It's nice not to be here alone