I have big problems with my superpowers and my relationship

A breeze blew by, and a blush quietly spread from the cheeks to the ears.

Qin Wanqing paused her hand movements and her expression became a little unnatural.

Of course, she could sense that Lu Chen's behavior was impolite enough to be charged with "sexual harassment with eyes" on the subway.

but......

He just saved two people, so let's reward him by letting him watch for a little longer...

Thinking of this, Qin Wanqing took a deep breath and lowered her head to continue fighting the dirt stains.

Seeing that she didn't react, Lu Chen stopped pretending and just stared at her profile, admiring her.

Until I heard a very soft voice.

"Lu Chen..."

"Ok?"

Lu Chen thought his "voyeurism" was discovered and quickly looked away.

But Qin Wanqing did not blame his subordinate's behavior. She just wiped his clothes and whispered:

"Lu Chen, I know this world needs heroes, and it also needs people to be heroes."

"But maybe I'm a selfish person. If being a hero is dangerous, then I don't want you to be a hero."

"..."

Under the cloudless sky, the sun shines brightly, like a generous artist painting endless gold in every corner of the world.

After a moment of silence, Lu Chen's expression changed from surprise to complexity, and he looked at Qin Wanqing in silence for a long time.

About half a minute later, he suddenly smiled and pretended to be relaxed and asked:

"So after talking so much, why did you jump in the end?"

"I do not know."

I thought this question would leave Qin Wanqing speechless, but she raised her head and answered without even thinking:

"My mind was blank at the time. I guess I was stupid."

What the fuck is this reason?

Lu Chen twitched his lips: "I thought you wanted to fight the tiger with me."

"Lu Chen, you are also stupid."

Qin Wanqing looked disgusted and said, "How can we possibly beat a tiger?"

"Are you worried that I'll be too lonely on the road to the underworld? Do you want to keep me company?"

“Well…it’s possible.”

Qin Wanqing clapped her hands and put the wet wipes bag back into her bag: "Maybe she thought that there would be someone to talk to in the underworld."

Is this the obsession of a chatterbox who is horrible?

"Awesome, awesome."

Lu Chen curled his lips and stood up: "It's almost time to relax, let's go."

"Hmm? Where to?"

"Let's go to the art exhibition."

"Ah? Are you still going?"

"Of course, we should be able to catch up if we go now."

"oh oh......"

Qin Wanqing muttered to herself that visiting an art exhibition was not like going to the market to buy vegetables, and one had to appreciate it slowly.

But seeing that Lu Chen had an expression that said, "I must show you this exhibition today," she had no choice but to pack up her things quickly.

A cell phone, mineral water for washing wounds, a Band-Aid given by the convenience store guy... She stuffed all the messy things into her bag, and when she looked up again, she found Lu Chen standing a few steps away, staring at Hushan in a daze.

"..."

Qin Wanqing was stunned for a moment and had no idea what Lu Chen was thinking at the moment.

Maybe he was wondering if he would save people again if there was a next time.

Humph! Men are so stubborn!

Picking up the canvas bag, Qin Wanqing walked towards Lu Chen with some annoyance, and at the same time she secretly made up her mind.

If he is really so unlucky and encounters this kind of thing again, I must hold him back!

In case I didn't catch it...

Then I still have to stand beside him!

For a mute who suddenly can speak, keeping silent is more terrible than death!

Chapter 40: Hope

5pm, Provincial Art Museum.

The three-day exhibition is coming to an end, and apart from the staff, there are only a few people left in the exhibition hall.

Standing in front of an oil painting of vast wheat fields, Yuan Linhao took out his mobile phone, hesitated for a long time, and then put it down.

He has been waiting here for five hours from twelve o'clock until now.

But neither Qin Wanqing nor Song Qiao showed up.

What happened?

Yuan Linhao wanted to send a message to ask Qin Wanqing several times, but gave up in the end.

After all, if he asked, it meant that he had been waiting for her.

This would put pressure on her.

"What are you thinking about, young man?"

Suddenly, a voice came into Yuan Linhao's ears.

He turned his head and when he saw the middle-aged man in a linen shirt next to him, he was stunned for a moment: "Teacher Yang?"

"Haha, it's me."

There is no doubt that this middle-aged man is the protagonist of this exhibition, Yang Cong.

Since it is an art exhibition, the painter himself will definitely be present.

However, Yang Cong had been busy receiving friends and leaders of the Painting Association who came to support him over the past two days, and only had some free time this afternoon.

Then he noticed Yuan Linhao.

After all, the latter had been hanging around here for five hours, so it was hard not to notice him.

"Hey young man, there's no one around right now, why don't we just chat?"

Yang Cong smiled and looked at the oil painting titled "Hope" in front of him: "I see you have been standing in front of this painting for more than ten minutes. How is it? What do you think?"

"Well, I..."

Yuan Linhao's mind was not on the painting at all, so of course he couldn't say it.

Yang Cong laughed twice: "Hahaha, okay, you are not here to see the paintings today."

"Teacher Yang, I really like your paintings, your "Cuckoo" and..."

Yuan Linhao wanted to explain eagerly, but was interrupted by Yang Cong waving his hand:

"Okay, okay, I'm not your leader, you don't have to be nervous."

"Since you're not here to see the paintings, and you haven't left yet, I'm afraid you're waiting for someone?"

"......Yes."

Yuan Linhao lowered his head with a bitter look in his eyes: "Waiting for a friend."

Yang Cong smiled and said, "Is it a girl?"

"Well, she likes you very much too and said she would come this afternoon, but..."

Yuan Linhao smiled bitterly and shook his head without finishing his words.

However, with Yang Cong's experience, it was not difficult to guess the second half of the sentence that was not spoken.

After a moment of silence, he gently patted Yuan Linhao on the shoulder.

"Young man, sometimes you have to give up."

"..."

His shoulders trembled, and when he heard these words, Yuan Linhao's eyes dimmed noticeably.

After a long time, he replied in a hoarse voice: "Teacher Yang, I am unwilling to give up. I want to try again."

"Well, it's up to you."

Yang Cong didn't say much, but suddenly pointed to the painting "Hope" in front of him.

"Young man, didn't you say that your friend also likes my paintings?"

"The exhibition is about to close. It seems she won't be able to make it."

"How about this......"

With a kind smile, Yang Cong looked at Yuan Linhao and said slowly: "I will give this painting to you, and you can give it to her. This way, even if she misses it, she won't be too regretful."

"Ah? No, Mr. Yang, I can't have it."

Although Yang Cong's words were very euphemistic, Yuan Linhao certainly understood what he meant and immediately waved his hands: "This is too expensive."

"Haha, even though I'm a little famous, my paintings aren't that valuable."

Yang Cong laughed heartily and said, "If you really feel bad about it, then buy it. Three hundred yuan is ok, right?"

Three hundred dollars.