The hero's useless super power

When Wen Ze left the bar, he didn't even see the abdominal muscles of the dancers on the stage clearly. He was busy understanding Wen Er's intentions during the whole process. He didn't feel these ambiguous overtures, nor was he stunned. He didn't understand anything, he just didn't understand why Wen Er did this.

He doesn't believe in a sudden change in sexual orientation. Some people have tried prostate orgasm, but they are still only hard on women.

Men can clearly separate sex and love.

After going out, Wen Ze and Lu Qingzhou hailed a car, not because there was no car, but because it was too difficult to park in this place, but Wen Er walked a few steps and stood at the corner of the street.

"We called a car, are we together?" Wen Ze asked with a complicated mood, "It's on the way anyway."

Wen Er turned his head and glanced at Wen Ze, his expression mixed with doubt and incomprehension. At this moment, a car stopped in front of him. It was a very ordinary Audi, which often appeared on the street, but there was a full-time driver in the car. , There is a full-time secretary outside the car to open the door.

Well, sexuality is the mountain and class is the galaxy.

Wen Ze laughed at himself, turned his head to leave with Lu Qingzhou, and heard a voice behind him.

Wen Er walked over, so close that the two of them were almost touching each other, and the breath of one was exhaled and sucked in by the other.

Too close I'll fuck.

When Wen Ze was about to scold someone, Wen Er said, "You really don't feel it?"

"What?" Wen Ze was a little dumbfounded, could it be that Wen Er is really bent?impossible!

"You really don't have the feeling that you love me like crazy?"

Wen Ze was stunned for a while, then suddenly understood, and said angrily: "Fuck, you are too confident in your own breaking ability!"

"Oh, I just think you're a little confused when you look at me." Wen Er is always calm in normal times, "Recently, I feel like my abilities have disappeared, and I don't respond."

"That's because all of us you know recently are capable and immune!" Wen Ze said a little angrily, "What do you like about broken abilities?"

"Your friend didn't respond either." Wen Er raised his chin at Lu Qingzhou.

Lu Qingzhou, who was watching the fire from the other side, heard the words and looked over, and said, "I don't like you."

Wen Er frowned: "Not at all?"

"I like big guys in women's clothes." Lu Qingzhou explained with confusion on his face, "It's men who wear women's clothes. No matter how handsome you are, you are not in my favorite type."

Wen Er finally accepted this explanation, nodded to Wen Ze, turned around and got into the car without any regrets.

Wen Ze stood on the street watching the car leave, feeling a bit complicated, but he was sure it wasn't love, love wasn't so frivolous or superficial, when it came to sex, well, he really didn't mind having a one-night stand with Wen Er, but it was only limited to this.

Work is always boring, leaving the little adventures at night and devoting to daily work, Wen Ze almost forgot about this useless ability for a while.It wasn't until his parents called him home for dinner on the weekend, and after eating spicy crayfish, he remembered the name and asked without hope.

"He's a fortune-teller, not a Taoist priest or a monk, and he's dressed up like that... Hey, why can't I remember?" Wen's mother muttered a few words, frowning, "No, I really can't remember. , obviously I have that impression, alas, husband, think about it!"

"You can't even remember, how can I remember?" Dad Wen ate without raising his head, and said casually, "Okay, it happened so many years ago, why do you want to do this?"

Wen Ze began to feel that something was wrong. If it is an ordinary person, it is normal to not remember what happened more than 20 years ago, but Wen’s mother has always been proud of her memory. She still clearly remembers the moment when she and Wen’s father fell in love at first sight. What kind of clothes, jewelry, and even the clothes of passers-by are clearly remembered.

This can be regarded as a special ability, but it is useless for studying, and it can't memorize books.

"No, this is not right, wait a minute, I remember we took a photo together back then! It was a park, we hugged you to find someone to name it, and your grandma scolded you, saying you were too young and shouldn't see you Wind." Wen's mother ran into the bedroom in a gust of wind, and after rummaging through the boxes, she came out holding a photo and frowning, "That's not right——"

Wen Ze took it over and saw that it was an ordinary family of three, dressed in rustic clothes that were common in the past. The mother was holding the child and standing with the father, looking very affectionate.

"What's wrong?" Wen Ze asked without seeing anything.

"One is missing." Mom Wen pointed to Dad Wen, "That fortune teller was standing here, I won't remember it wrong."

Wen Ze looked at it carefully, and found that the whole photo was very harmonious, with a faint yellow color, and there was no trace of modification. There was a big sycamore tree beside Wen's father. It was midsummer, and the cool and mottled shadows fell, like a Like an umbrella to block the scorching sun.

Things are getting weird.

Wen Ze has never encountered supernatural events since he was a child. He has read a lot of novels but never believed them. In his opinion, he would rather believe that his abilities are the product of alien experiments than believe in ghosts and snakes.He sent a message to Wen Er about this discovery, but the voice message came back: "Speaking of which, why don't you believe in supernatural things?"

"Of course it's because..." As an online creature, Wen Ze hated voice messages the most, and was about to go back to the past, but unexpectedly stopped in the middle of the conversation.

Yes, why not believe it?

Thinking back carefully, Wen Ze felt more and more strange, as if there was a certain impression that made him refuse to believe it, but after careful investigation, he found nothing, and his brain was blank about this.He was thinking hard here, when Wen Er sent another message: "Come over to my place tomorrow night."

"What?" Wen Ze replied casually.

"I have an appointment."

These three words brought Wen Ze back to reality. He reflexively wanted to refuse, but he opened his mouth but couldn't speak. After a while, he said, "Then you want to treat me to something delicious."

Wen Er quickly replied: "No problem."

The next day, Wen Ze was absent-minded during the whole day's work. He finished his work before evening, played games for a while, and began to harass his only insider, Lu Qingzhou.

[Boss Wen told me to come over tonight. ]

[Are you going to sacrifice yourself?Remember to take safety measures, Boss Wen’s skills are definitely not good, so you should take care of the chrysanthemum yourself. ]

Wen Ze typed angrily: [Fart!I'm going to help him dedicate my life! ]

There was a quick reply: [Huh?Are you going to do one with tears in your eyes?Also, the first time a straight man has no experience after all, although Boss Wen has rich experience in heterosexuality, I feel that you have not slept as much in ten lifetimes as he has in one lifetime. ]

Wen Ze was already helpless: [He made an appointment with someone else and asked me to help him. ]

[I'fuck, you've fallen, just let Boss Wen fall into the arms of a woman like this, you're a disgrace to gays! ]

[I said you, why do you think there is something between me and him?He is straight!Straight man!Straight man! ]

[Schrödinger's straight man, don't worry about this kind of thing.There must be something between you, I can see that. ]

[You can see the hair! ]

[Besides, the useless ability between you can just be immune to each other, so you don't have to guess and guess, it's good for everyone. ]

[He is not immune to my abilities. ]

[Then why isn't he immune? ]