Chapter 170 Family Meeting Week (Part )
Ke Mingye held the cap of a bottle of Pepsi tightly in his right hand and twisted it open with all his strength.

With a "click" sound, the bubbles in the bottle came up. He quickly caught them with his mouth, and then sat down on the public wooden chair outside the "7-Seven" supermarket.

"So, second brother, why are you looking for me?"

Under the dim street lights, he turned his head and asked Ke Xiaomo, who was also sitting on a public wooden chair.

Ke Xiaomo was silent for a while, took a sip of Wanglaoji, and the iced drink flowed down his throat into his stomach.

Apart from Ke Yinzhi, he didn't know how many years it had been since he sat down and had a good talk with his younger brothers and sisters at home. At this moment, he didn't even know where to start the conversation.

It was a summer night, and the sound of cicadas could be faintly heard in the trees. The fan of the small supermarket chain behind the public wooden chair was turning slowly. The incandescent lamps were emitting cool light.

The boss wearing reading glasses was sitting behind the counter, cooling his face with a fan while watching videos of magical girls on the short video app.

Ke Xiaomo put the bottle of Wanglaoji on the chair and said, "When I was cleaning your room..."

"No, isn't my room locked?"

Ke Mingye just took a sip of Coke and almost spit it out. After coughing twice, he looked at him suspiciously while speaking.

"Mom opened it with the key."

Ke Xiaomo explained expressionlessly.

Ke Mingye sighed upon hearing this, and then said sarcastically: "Haha, my mom is really invincible. I'm 16 years old and I still don't have any privacy rights."

"And then, guess what I found in your room?"

Ke Xiaomo spoke slowly.

"You're not going to open my computer, are you?"

"No."

Ke Mingye raised the Coke, took a sip from the bottle, and then covered his mouth with the bottle. He said in a muffled voice, "Then there shouldn't be any inflatable dolls or anything like that hidden in my room, right? Not to mention the more dangerous stuff. Come on, why do you sound like you caught me taking drugs?"

Upon hearing this, Ke Xiaomo silently reached into his coat pocket with his right hand and took out a diary.

The moment his eyes fell upon the familiar painting diary, Ke Mingye's face changed immediately, becoming as pale as a piece of paper, without a trace of blood.

"No, brother, are you crazy? How can you peek into my diary while I'm tidying up my room? I don't write in my diary anymore, and this is from so long ago, it's full of black history!"

While crying and shouting, Ke Mingye quickly reached out his hand and tried to grab the diary in Ke Xiaomo's hand, but Ke Xiaomo blocked it with his other hand.

"Calm down, okay?" Ke Xiaomo glanced at him and said calmly, "I've seen everything inside. What's the point of you rushing to take it back now?"

"It's over, it's all over." Ke Mingye held his forehead and sighed, "Let me make it clear that although I wrote in my diary that I had a crush on a boy in the same class when I was a child, it was ultimately because the boy looked too much like a girl. In fact, my sexual orientation is normal. There has never been a similar situation since then."

"That's not what I'm talking about."

"That was in junior high school. I did often skip classes to surf the internet, but my grades were always in the top 20 in the grade, so it wasn't bad. You're not going to complain to mom about this?"

"No, that's not what I'm talking about." Ke Xiaomo shook his head.

"What's that?"

"this."

As he spoke, Ke Xiaomo casually opened his diary and turned to the page with the "tea bookmark".

This tea leaf was his usual bookmark, which the Sect Master had picked from Yingfan Mountain and gave to him. He usually carried it with him and often used it when reading. Now, he used it to mark Ke Mingye's "criminal record".

After turning the page, he slowly turned the diary and pointed the page towards Ke Mingye, as if to signal him to look at the contents on the page.

Ke Mingye's right hand, holding the Coke, was trembling slightly. He focused his eyes and looked at the words on the page.

February 6:
Based on my current research on myself, I have three main abilities.

The first ability is to accumulate some kind of energy by rotating my arms in circles, and then I can perform different attacks according to my gestures. However, this ability is not very practical in battle. From the perspective of passers-by, it feels quite stupid and low-class. It is best to hide it... Well, being handsome is more important than anything else;

The second ability is to instantly ignite a flame on my fist, making my fist faster. I don’t know the principle of this ability yet, but fortunately it won’t hurt my hand;

The third ability is to instantly exchange positions with a target within ten meters. It cannot be an object, it must be a person;
As for whether this range is ten meters, it has not been accurately tested yet. Maybe I should find time to measure it. But this ability must be released on humans. It is a bit unethical to test it on a random person on the street. Last time, I almost scared the classmate who bullied me to death, but it was quite satisfying.

The summary is complete.

I am a supernatural being with three supernatural powers. Even among supernatural beings, I am considered to be one of the most gifted. Haha, it turns out that I am a genius picked out of millions.

Although the most terrifying superpower known to date has five superpowers, there are only two more than me.

In life, you never know what will happen in the next second.

I actually awakened my superpowers at the age of 16. Am I born to be a superhero?
I really want to join the Super Hero Round Table and maintain law and order with Blue Crow, Zeus, the Two-Dimensional Swordsman and the others. Just thinking about it makes me excited.

anyway……

Is it possible that there are other people with superpowers in the family besides me, or am I the only one with superpowers in the family?
Could it be that one of my former father and mother also had supernatural powers?

Otherwise, how could I be a superpower?

However, the superhuman textbook says that even if the parents are ordinary people, there is a small chance that the child will become a superpower.

From this point of view, my awakening does not seem to have much to do with genes. After all, my mom and dad's results in the superhuman gene test were both ordinary people. That was a test provided by the Superhero Association, and the results can't be faked...

By the way, what should I do next time there is a superhuman genetic test?

If my parents knew about this, I would be finished. I am still a vigilante, so if I am not dragged to a family meeting for two or three days, it would be considered a light punishment.

What exactly?
I'll try to find a way to get into the Super Hero Association and see if there's anyone in the association who can help me conceal the results of the next superhuman genetic test, as long as my family doesn't know.

Now that I have awakened my super powers, does this mean that I can also become a superhero like Qing Ya?

Some people on the Internet have calculated the timeline and found that Qing Ya had already put on a mask and became a vigilante when he was about 16 years old, which is exactly the same age as I am now.

But even if you want to be a vigilante, the most basic thing is to at least have a decent combat uniform, right?
Haha, I remember that some superhero dark webs have services for custom-making superhero uniforms. Although the workmanship is very crude and they are just trying to make money from fools, it should be enough for me at this stage.

I ordered a set to try, and to be on the safe side, I asked an online friend to buy it for me so that my mom and dad wouldn’t find out about my spending records.

Oh my god, is this what it feels like to hide your identity from your family? Being a superhero must be exciting.

But it feels great.

After reading the words in the diary, Ke Mingye thought to himself that the date was very misleading. The date of this diary was deliberately set to a month ago, pretending that it was written before the players appeared, so that his second brother would not suspect that I was a player.

After all, players cannot take over the bodies of superhumans.

According to the diary, I had already awakened my superpowers a month ago, so I naturally couldn't be a player.

Coupled with the test of the brain imaging helmet, it is basically impossible for my second brother to doubt that I am a gamer anymore.

"How do you want to explain this diary entry from a month ago?" Under the street light, Ke Xiaomo stared at Ke Mingye's face calmly and asked in the same calm tone.

Ke Mingye swallowed a mouthful of water, and his Adam's apple moved up and down.

"No, brother, you misunderstood."

As he said this, he shrugged his shoulders as if he was in a nonchalant manner, smoothed his hair which was soaked with cold sweat with his hand, and continued to explain.

"This is just a game we play in class, called 'Superhero Role Play Diary'. It means imagining yourself as a superhero, writing a diary, and then exchanging it with classmates."

He paused and said, "There is another classmate who will be the judge and give scores to each person's diary to see who writes the most interesting and true to life. The person with the highest score in the end will receive red envelopes from other contestants. In short, it's almost the same as writing a novel, understand?"

Ke Xiaomo spoke word by word: "Why haven't I heard of this game?"

Ke Mingye sighed and calmly replied, "It's a trend among young people recently. What do you, a primitive man, know? We high school students are all like this."

He shrugged, took a sip of Coke guiltily, and then said sarcastically: "Haha, no wonder my sister said you are mature beyond your years. Oh no, you are an old man beyond your years."

Ke Xiaomo stared at Ke Mingye's face, then extended his index finger and continued to flip through the diary.

"Then how do you explain the following diary entry?"

July 7 morning:

I feel like I've trained enough, and the combat uniform I asked a netizen to buy from the dark web has also arrived. Maybe I should take action today.

After discussing with that netizen, I decided that my future code name for vigilante and superhero will be "Blue Owl", as opposed to "Blue Crow". Owl means owl.

Having said that, what is said on the Internet is indeed correct.

The positive feedback from physical exercise for people with special abilities is much higher than that of ordinary people. I feel that my strength has become much stronger in just one month, even though I was just a thin dog before.

Now I should be able to knock down those classmates who target me with one punch. Last time, that idiot hit me on the back with a basketball. Next time we play basketball, I will just smash his head through.

Forget it, as a superhero, you should suppress your own selfish desires. The first lesson for superheroes is that you cannot use your superpowers on ordinary people.

I feel excited just thinking about it. Did Qing Ya feel the same as I do when he first put on his battle suit and went out to fight criminals twenty years ago?
Where should I hide the battle uniform? I'd better hide it somewhere far away from home. Otherwise, it would be embarrassing if my mother found it when she came into my room to clean.

July 7 Evening:

My grass, my grass, my grass!

My buddy just beat up the cyborg Lester, that Lester! I beat Lester on my first try, is this the value of being a genius superhero?
Well, if I hadn't used my ability to switch places to make him crash into that truck, I probably wouldn't have been able to beat him.

But fortune and wealth come with risk. Since I succeeded, it means my plan is fine. It's just that my foot is injured and I walk with a limp. It seems that I have to rest for the next two days.

After becoming a superpower, my body's self-healing ability is many times stronger than before. Logically speaking, this kind of wound should heal automatically in a short time.

After defeating Lester, the dice weirdo who has been very popular recently appeared.

I really don't understand what it wants to do. It says it wants to make friends with me, but it is a villain. If I make friends with it, won't I be stigmatized as soon as I debut, and I will never be able to wash it off in the future, okay?
You have to be mentally ill to make friends with him. To be honest, I don't understand how there are a few idiots in this city who make friends with a dice freak. Isn't that just jumping into the fire pit?

After that, I was interviewed by mikaxi, a mixed-race girl who runs her own media. I used to watch her interview videos frequently, but I never expected that I would appear in one of the videos.

When I got home in the evening, it seemed that my brother and his friends had just finished a meeting. I really had no idea what they talked about.

I'm so curious, why did my elder brother and the second brother mysteriously invite my younger sister and younger brother to a meeting? So I'm really isolated, right?

I'm so mad that they didn't even take me to the meeting.

But my buddy has to go out and fight criminals, so he doesn't have time to meet with them, haha.

I'm really curious about what they would think when they know there's a superhero in the family. They would definitely think I'm awesome, and I'll be the first superhero in the family.

Damn, what a poor script.

I was ignited. After I had achieved some success, I confessed my identity to them and made a big change in my family status. I punched my mom and kicked Baizini.

Fast forward to becoming a member of the Round Table.

No, my legs hurt so fucking much.

Is this the price of being a superhero?

I'm resting now. I think you'll see my news all over the Internet tomorrow. I feel like I can't sleep...

Will it be okay?
Although I have always been thinking about how great it would be to be a superhero, it now seems quite stressful. When I got up in the middle of the night, I felt that my legs were much better, but I could not do strenuous exercise, otherwise the wound would split open.

As expected, every software was flooded with my videos.

What should I do in the future?

Will this continue?
Is it too late to give up now? I have already taken the first step.

I'll just have to go on, this is my own choice.

fell asleep.

Ke Mingye held a Coke in his hand and stared at the contents of the diary in amazement. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his forehead was gradually covered with cold sweat.

Under the dim light of the street lamp, his face was pale, and the diary words reflected in his pupils were slightly blurry.

Then, without waiting for Ke Xiaomo to ask further questions, he tactically took a big gulp of Coke to hide his panic, and then explained with an awkward smile.

"Dude, this diary was obviously written after Blue Owl appeared. I was just imagining what kind of psychological reaction I would have if I were the superhero Blue Owl, okay?"

"Really?" Ke Xiaomo asked, "Then you were able to guess Blue Owl's ability a month ago?"

"It was an accident."

Ke Mingye was halfway through his speech when he quickly changed his words: "Oh no, that was also written after Blue Owl appeared. I just imitated his perspective and wrote the diary in reverse."

Having said that, he paused for a moment, then continued to make amends for himself.

"Think about it. Doesn't it say that Blue Owl has three special powers? But how could one of his special powers rely on spinning his arms to charge? How stupid! Besides, Blue Owl has never demonstrated this special power."

Hearing this, Ke Xiaomo lowered his head, took a deep breath, raised his hand, and gently rubbed the Tianming acupoint.

After a long silence, he slowly raised his head, stared into Ke Mingye's eyes, and spoke in a gradually serious tone.

"Don't pretend, Mingye, this matter is serious, much more serious than you think."

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