Tokyo: My superpowers are updated every week

Qingze was stunned by her self-righteous answer and sighed, "You are looking at me through tinted glasses. I didn't do anything."

"What color sunglasses do you want?"

Hojo Tetsuji wakes up.

He believes that he can still give some advice in this regard.

Fenghuangin Miki shook her head and did not continue Xiaozi's topic. She changed the topic and said, "Tetsuji, have you ever thought about how powerful your own super strength is?"

Hojo Tetsuji yawned and said, "I haven't thought about it. Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"Let's test it today to see if your super strength has reached the level of unparalleled in the world."

Looking at the fighting spirit written all over the face of Fenghuangyuan Meiji, Hojo Tetsuji thought that she was still in the violent period and nodded, "Okay."

"You guys go to the rooftop first."

Qingze stood up and walked out of the classroom.

Hojo Tetsuji shouted, "By the way, bring me some bread and Coke."

"What kind of bread do you want?"

“Super spicy ham bread.”

Qingze raised his hand, made an OK gesture, and left the classroom without looking back.

……

The sunlight shines on the rooftop, as if coating the ground with a layer of light yellow gauze.

The emerald green protective net surrounds the edges to prevent possible accidents.

Qingze came up with a bento and Hojo Tetsuji's lunch.

"too slow."

Fenghuangin Meiji raised her eyebrows, dissatisfied with his slow pace.

"I asked you to come up so you can do it first. There's no need to wait for me."

"If it succeeds, wouldn't it be less joyful if you weren't here?"

Miki Hououin crossed her arms over her chest, and her character seemed to have suddenly turned into a passionate girl. The fact that she discovered the person with super powers made her full of fighting spirit.

It would probably take a setback to calm her down again.

Qingze thought to himself and did not continue to argue with her: "How are you going to test it?"

"The most direct way is to use your fists."

Fenghuangin Miki knocked her fist against the wall and said, "Tetsuji, use all your strength and punch it here."

“Why would I vandalize public property?”

"Test whether you have super powers."

"Do I have super powers?"

Hojo Tetsuji was a little shocked. For more than ten years, he had never imagined that his body would hide such an amazing secret.

Wait, don’t the protagonists in comics all discover their powers at this age?

Thinking of this, Hojo Tetsuji's expression became particularly serious and he said, "I will definitely protect Sayuri from being abducted by the Demon King!"

Qingze complained: "No demon king kidnapped her."

Fenghuangyuan Meiji urged: "Try throwing a punch first."

Hojo Tetsuji took a deep breath, his eyes behind his sunglasses became particularly sharp, and he clenched his right hand.

"Ape King Spear!"

He roared, and punched the wall with all his strength.

Boom! A large crack quickly appeared on the surface of the wall. The peeling wall paint smashed onto Hojo Tetsuji's head, revealing the cracked concrete inside.

The area was about the size of nine basketballs combined. He pulled out his fist, leaving a fist mark deeply embedded in the wall and bending the steel bars.

"Damn it, I'm so weak."

Hojo Tetsuji brushed the dust off his head, his face full of regret. This attack couldn't even break the wall into pieces, and was completely unable to protect Sayuri from the Demon King.

Qingze was so shocked that he could fit an egg in his mouth.

Even he, a person with super powers, can't do this kind of thing.

Unless it was the first week I acquired telekinesis.

"Tetsuji, when I was sparring with you, why didn't I realize that you were so powerful?"

"How could I possibly use my full strength when sparring with you? I only used a little strength to avoid breaking the bamboo sword."

Hojo Tetsuji explained.

Meiji Fenghuangin looked at the cracks on the wall and frowned slightly.

This level of strength can hardly be called a superpower.

In her imagination, one punch would at least reduce the wall to ashes, and that was called powerful strength.

This kind of strength that only creates cracks and causes the wall to peel off can only be described as something beyond the reach of ordinary people.

The level of a martial artist.

"You really are not a superpower."

Meiji Fenghuangin sighed. Before the experiment, she had some vague guesses in her mind, but when she saw the results, she couldn't help but feel disappointed.

Hojo Tetsuji asked in confusion, "Miss, why did you suddenly become interested in superpowers? Could it be that my comics inspired your imagination in that area?"

"Your comics will never appear in my dreams. Even if they do, they will appear in the form of nightmares."

Phoenix Court Miki complained about how bad the plot of his comics was, and then said: “It’s just that I discovered yesterday that there are really people with super powers in this world, so I wonder if there are people with super powers around me too?

You see, isn’t that what those comics are all about, the male protagonist with great power stays in the school.”

"Indeed."

Hojo Tetsuji nodded, expressing his understanding of her thoughts.

To others, comics are just comics, but to Hojo Tetsuji, comics are the reality that is about to be achieved.

As long as he and Sayuri Yoshikawa can get together in the comics, then they will definitely be able to get together in reality.

That's what comics are.

Therefore, he needs to improve his ability to conceive plots and imagine better plots and love processes.

"I think you should eat less, then you won't think so much."

Qingze unpacked the lunch box and opened the lid. Today it was still a cute lunch box full of the atmosphere of a high school girl.

……

After all this trouble, Fenghuangin Meiji dispelled her suspicion that there was someone with super powers around her.

She obediently returned to the comics department, ready to talk to Sayuri Yoshikawa and Manami Nomura about the plot of the comics.

See how the protagonists in the comics awaken their super powers.

Maybe she could get some inspiration from it.

After all, superpowers are unscientific in the first place, so is there anything wrong with awakening superpowers in an unscientific way?

She thinks not.

Qingze was too lazy to persuade Fenghuangyuan Meiji and let her continue thinking. After a few days, she would understand the reality and return to her daily life.

After he finished his lunch, he gave some suggestions to Hojo Tetsuji's manga manuscript, then made an excuse to take a nap and walked away alone.

In a secluded place on campus, Qingze used his catalyst sensing ability to ensure that there was no student around.

He then used Schrödinger's cat state of non-existence, and his hands and body gradually became thinner, and finally became translucent.

A thought flashed through Qingze's mind.

The scene changed immediately.

He appears directly in the comics department.

Nomura Manami, Yoshikawa Sayuri, and Hououin Miki, the three of them gathered at the table, staring at each other.

No one spoke, and silence filled the air.

Qingze was curious why they didn't speak, so he watched from the side.

After a long time, Sayuri Yoshikawa couldn't hold it in any longer and just laid on the table and said, "I give up, my eyes are so dry."

Nomura Manami laughed and said, "Haha, you lose, go bring me a bottle of drink."

"I want orange juice."

Miki Fenghuangin did not continue to play the role of a wooden man. She blinked and a victorious smile appeared on her face.

Qingze really wanted to complain, they were so boring that they actually played statues over such things.

On second thought, I seemed even more bored looking at them not moving.

Qingze did not continue to stay in the comics club, as he had an idea.

The scene changed again, and he appeared in Room 201 of Hisamatsu Apartment.

The living room seemed empty, with no one in sight.

The glass door of the balcony was broken, and the pieces fell to the ground without anyone cleaning them up.

There was a faint trace of blood on the ground.

How is this going?

Qingze frowned slightly, and just as he was about to use his catalyst sensing ability, the door was already opened.

"I'm so tired, what kind of people are they?

A liar, a charlatan, and a fireball with his bare hands, do you think my chemistry score is zero?"

The soft voice was full of complaints.

Chiyo Morimoto returned to the Hisamatsu Apartment and thought back to the guys she had interrogated at the police station. She had a lot of complaints that she wanted to vent out.

Not only does he act pretentiously, he also likes to come up with tricks to deceive children and the elderly, insulting her IQ.

"Don't complain about that. We are all equally tired. It's because our enemies are people with super powers who can only dig for gold in shit."

“I feel like they’re all just a bunch of shit.”

Chiyo Morimoto complained that she didn't care about her image as a beauty at all.

Emily also looked tired.

Asking questions is not easy. She also needs to judge whether the other party is lying. Her brain is going numb after making all the judgments.

"Don't think about that, just eat."

Catalina was carrying two large lunch boxes in both hands.

Her position in the task force is to charge into battle and she doesn't need to do anything that requires thinking.

If there is nothing to do, then I will help with chores.

Chapter 138: Unable to Help Caiyu

The task force's lunch was very sumptuous. Everyone had four dishes and one soup, half of which were meat and half were vegetable.

Qingze was watching from the side and he found that in addition to Chiyo Morimoto, the task force had three more people.

An old man dressed very sloppily, with messy hair and beard.

The young man is very neat and tidy, has a crew cut and a strong body, and looks like a man with strong hand-to-hand combat skills.

He ate with big mouthfuls, as if he was afraid that someone would snatch the food from him.

In addition, there was a beautiful woman with long black hair wearing a white coat. She had a pale complexion and looked a little sickly.

She did not sit together with a few people to eat, but stayed alone in the corner, placed a small table, sat on a stool, and ate slowly, with a kind of elegance that was isolated from the world.