I have big problems with my superpowers and my relationship

The words "the other party is typing" continued for a long time. It was probably because Zhou Yan was wondering what was going on.

About a minute or two later.

Zhou Yan: [(WeChat business card)]

Zhou Yan: [Okay, I won’t tell him.]

Zhou Yan: [What happened? Did you have a fight? ]

Not sure if it was out of "concern" or "expectation", Zhou Yan asked another question.

Qingbao thought about it and didn't tell Lu Shuyu that he was leaving.

The two chatted for a few more words and soon ended the conversation.

Then Qin Wanqing sent a friend request to Lu Shuyu with a little trepidation.

"..."

Holding the phone motionlessly, Qingbao waited for more than ten minutes before finally receiving the notification that the application was approved.

Immediately afterwards, the first message from Lu Shuyu popped up in the chat box.

[Is it classmate Wanqing? ]

Yeah!

How did she know it was mine!

Qin Wanqing opened her mouth slightly, looking surprised.

But she immediately realized that she had added a note on the friend's name.

Oh, how embarrassing.

Luckily I didn't ask...

【it's me. 】

Taking a deep breath, Qingbao has never been good at being polite, let alone to Lu Shuyu, who is both his enemy and friend.

So she got straight to the point and asked:

[Do you have time these days? I want to see you. ]

“Bang~Bang~”

Her heartbeat was clearly audible and her eyes were fixed on the screen. Qin Wanqing was extremely nervous, as if she had just confessed her love and was waiting for the other party's reply.

But Lu Shuyu's reply was much more straightforward than she had imagined.

[Okay, I'll go to the hospital to see you tomorrow night.]

......

......

"Woof~ woof woof~"

"The master is back! The master is not dead!"

“Hunting on rainy days is the most dangerous!”

At ten o'clock in the evening, carrying a wet umbrella, Lu Chen returned to the house rented by Xia Yunian.

Then as soon as I opened the door, I heard Huangmao's warm welcome.

My goodness, are you worried that I’ll die outside?

Lu Chen looked at the yellow-haired guy who was pulling up his pants and jumping violently, and he was a little confused.

Huangmao thought he knew that he went out hunting every day.

After all, many marketing accounts have popular science information in this area.

But how does Huangmao know that “hunting on rainy days is most dangerous”?

Is this the experience engraved in our genes?

"Wait a minute, let me change my shoes first."

Pushing the yellow-haired guy away, he bent down and changed into slippers.

When Lu Chen changed his shoes and looked up, he saw Xia Yunian had already run out of the bedroom and was standing two meters away, staring at the file bag in his hand with a nervous look on his face.

"Well, I haven't seen it yet."

With a dry cough, Lu Chen walked to the living room and put the file bag on the coffee table.

"Why didn't you see it?"

Xia Yunian chased after him, looking puzzled, as if she couldn't understand how Lu Chen had been able to hold back all this time.

"No reason, just..."

Lu Chen paused and said, "I just suddenly had a very strange feeling."

"strangeness?"

"Well, it always feels like something is exploding inside."

Lu Chen sat down on the sofa and shook his head. "Besides, it doesn't matter if I wait a little longer. I'll just wait until I get back to watch it."

“I’m back now.”

Xia Yunian said seriously: "Can I watch it now?"

"..."

No, why do I feel like you are more anxious than me?

Lu Chen glanced at her and said, "Why are you in such a hurry? I'll drink some water first."

"Okay, I'll get you some water."

Upon hearing this, Xia Yunian ran away immediately and quickly returned with a glass of water.

"for you."

"Oh......"

"Drink it quickly."

"...Wait a moment."

Lu Chen paused and looked at Xia Yunian with suspicion.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Are you hiding something from me?"

"I......"

Xia Yunian was stunned, and muttered in a low voice with a guilty conscience: "I didn't..."

Shit! You still say no!

It's all written on his face!

"to be frank!"

Lu Chen's face suddenly turned stern: "Otherwise, no one will watch!"

"...I, I can't explain it clearly."

"What's so hard to explain? What on earth are you hiding from me?!"

"I, I forgot..."

Xia Yunian was so frightened that he shrank his neck and stammered in a low voice: "I just feel that the things in it can explain why I had those dreams..."

Ok?

Isn't that the truth about the end of the world?

How does it relate to your dream again?

After a moment of pause, Lu Chen of course remembered the "prophetic dream".

Unlike her own "abstract" dreams, Xia Yunian's dreams were very realistic. She had had them many times before she met herself. Each dream was so realistic that she would often stay in the dream and be unable to wake up.

It was not until she came to Yanjiang that she stopped having such dreams.

So what does this have to do with the end of the world?

After looking at Xia Yunian who lowered her head for a few times, Lu Chen didn't say anything more. Instead, he reached out and picked up the file bag, and ordered:

"Come here and sit down."

"Oh......"

Xia Yunian nodded softly, walked over and sat down silently, his hands clutching the corner of his clothes.

You can see that he is very nervous.

After what happened just now, Lu Chen was now a little nervous, and even had a layer of sweat on his palms.

Damn it! Why are you panicking?

Alien invasion, World War III, meteorite hitting the earth, great plague...aren’t these the things that will happen at most!

If we have to die, we'll die together!

“I opened it.”

Not sure if he was talking to Xia Yunian or encouraging himself, after a brief psychological preparation, Lu Chen finally reached out and untied the ropes of the file bag one by one.

"Boom!"

A flash of lightning tore through the night sky, and the old locust tree outside the window swayed violently in the storm, its branches and leaves slapping against each other, making a loud rustling sound.

Coincidentally, Lu Chen and Xia Yunian held their breath and stared closely at the stack of A4 papers that were cut out of the file bag.

Each piece of paper was the same size and was filled with words in the same style.

The top one says...

[17th time travel]

[Departure time: July 2024, 7]