Chapter 17 Chapter Seventeen

Time passed quickly. Sister Xinxin came back to visit us seventeen times during the year she was in college, but she couldn’t stay overnight each time, and the interval between the last visit and the next visit was getting closer and closer. long. She is too busy, and there are more and more things. Tutoring, clubs, part-time jobs, and schoolwork make her breath faster than before. She has never used a computer in a poor orphanage before, and she knows more about cold machines and the Internet. The journey took a lot of time, and she is trying to save money to buy two computers, one for herself and one for an orphanage.

Despite being busy, Sister Xinxin always has an unbelievably happy face every time she comes back, and she will bring us the latest hero comics and Superman review magazines, as well as new clothes for Keluo. We would always generously ask for leave from Aunt Hu’s headmaster (no need to skip classes anymore!), and the four of us would sit together on the grassy slope of the back hill where we could see the orphanage, and we would seize every minute and every second to talk desperately. "Sister Xinxin, you are so beautiful and popular, is there no one chasing you in college?" Ke Luo rolled her eyes, looked at Sister Xinxin, and then at me and Jianhan.

I hurriedly said, "How can those dead college students be worthy of Sister Shangxinxin?" Sister Xinxin said seriously, "Of course I do. I am very valuable. Next semester, I will run for the president of the sign language club." Jian Han said confidently: "It doesn't matter if there is, anyway, Sister Xinxin is super hard to catch, they will have to suffer." Sister Xinxin pretended to be surprised, and said, "Really? Is it difficult for me to chase?" "Yes, otherwise we would never be able to catch up with you." Jianhan and I said in unison.

Then there was another burst of exaggerated laughter, although I was shocked to laugh. ※※※※ The Flash isn't a good relationship counselor, or even a good boxing trainer. "Love? This kind of thing is difficult to master. It is more difficult than defeating a hundred gangsters with flamethrowers in a row. Don't ask me this old man about this kind of thing. Write to the newspaper columnist who specializes in garbage collection. It’s more practical. Also, the punch needs to be straighter to have enough force.” The Lightning Stranger sat on the ground listlessly, gnawing on the freshly roasted chicken leg.

I hugged the sandbag and panted and sweated. It took only half an hour, and all my strength seemed to leak to the ground through tens of thousands of pores along with the sweat of alkali. Aristotle was sitting proudly aside, using his eyes to distribute the three rabbits that he had just torn apart, and several wild dogs were excitedly but orderly snatched away from Aristotle's feet one by one and were distributed to part.No dog would bother with a man on his way to boxer greatness. "My fist, huh, doesn't seem to be very strong?" I gasped, so tired. "Yeah, I don't think it's any use at all. Even if you're the world champion, the Lightning Stranger, or even any fledgling urban superhero, they can knock you out ten times before the bell rings. Punching doesn't make a fool Become stronger." Jian Han squatted on the ground and murmured, the question bank of the police academy's compulsory exam was dangling in front of his eyes.

"Really?" I wiped off my sweat and looked at the aging Lightning Stranger. Lightning Stranger's expression was noncommittal. He didn't encourage me to punch from the beginning, I think, there is no doubt that as long as he lightly discharges electricity with his fingers, this crude sandbag will split and split, and there will be burning white smoke.As long as it is human, everyone will be KO. "Damn it, you lazy humans and superhumans don't understand the feeling of boxing hard. What I practice is courage! Courage!" I hugged the sandbag, and my feet were limp.

"Well, come on." The Lightning Stranger didn't spoil my interest, he always had an attitude of none of my business.Then began to doze off again. At this time, a small stone flew close to the Lightning Stranger who was about to fall asleep in the afternoon. Aristotle squinted his eyes, and saw the Lightning Stranger lazily rubbing his nose, then stretched out his index finger, and the little stone Surrounded by a ball of golden electricity, he floated in mid-air in astonishment, and then fell to the ground. "It's less than once in a hundred times. You are still interested in continuing to throw it. You are a child." After the lightning geek finished speaking, he felt funny.

It turned out that it was Ke Luo who found out that we had set pigeons on him again, and ran here angrily, throwing stones at the Lightning Stranger from a distance.Her quasi-head looks more and more like sister Xinxin. "It's not funny!" Ke Luo sat down and stared at Jian Han and me. Jianhan hurriedly read the question bank attentively, while I stuck out my tongue, gently pushed the sandbag away, and continued to practice my self-created "burst one ton" quick fist, moving my feet at will, and beating me with my fists without any rules. Painful sandbags. Ke Luo looked at the pendulum-like sandbag in a daze, and Aristotle yawned.Even dogs look down on me.

"Seriously, Uncle Lightning, how did you get your superpowers? Can you teach me?" I asked while I was beating and panting. "In the comics, in the first episode of The Lightning Stranger, it is said that your superpower was triggered by being killed by lightning during heavy rain?" Jian Han asked. "Oh?" The Lightning Stranger squinted his eyes, watching the faint electricity on his fingers still swaying. "It so happened that you were a postman, and you were delivering packages in the heavy rain. There was a mysterious courier package containing an unknown biochemical agent. It turned out that the biochemical agent was sent by the demon inventor, Dr. Weird Brain. At the same time, a strange accident knocked you over, and it had a strange chemical reaction with the high-voltage electricity, and entered your body, and you survived the catastrophe, and you have the superpower to manipulate electricity, is this so?" Say.

"Scribbling, I hear this kind of nonsense a lot. When I was the most popular, I also heard a newspaper reporter write a report saying that I was an autistic child who liked to eat alkaline batteries since I was a child. Then you can generate electricity.” The Lightning Man laughed loudly: “The result really caused a bunch of children to eat batteries, oh my God.” "Otherwise? Could it be that you have superpowers since you were born, old man?" I asked, and swung my right fist. The Lightning Man waved his hands wildly, and said: "The biggest secret of every Superman is how he got that strange power in the first place. That is the starting point and weakness of Superman's difference. Let it have a hundred explanations." .”

I complained: "You can watch your admirers practice unbeatable boxing in front of you, and you are not willing to teach your admirers how to obtain superpowers? I can be your successor. Upholding justice is a generational change." Jianhan listened, put down the boring police school question bank, and said, "Yes, teach me. It's also okay to teach us how to get other superhuman superpowers. You are friends with so many superheroes, so you must know!" Ke Luo tilted his head, puzzled: "I really don't understand, every one of you boys has this problem, what do you want to be a superhero when you have nothing to do? Wearing a leather mask, no one can recognize it, and sneak out at night to fight for justice , Going home on tiptoe, maybe my wife will misunderstand her for stealing fish and punish her by kneeling down for abacus." The Lightning Man nodded, and before closing his eyes and going to sleep, he gave Corona a thumbs up. "Tsk." I threw a weak uppercut at the sandbag.