My Deskmate Has Superpowers

[Recommending my buddy's finished fluffy sweet romance, My Childhood Friend Is the Human-Shaped Calamity, by Liu Chu] [Also promoting my upcoming novel, synopsis at the very bottom: My Dead Crush Came Back] My deskmate is a psychic. Anything he believes becomes real. Unfortunately, by the time the government learned about his ability, he was about to take the college entrance exam and had become a staunch materialist. But what did that have to do with me? That was what I thought at first. But then people from the Superpower Administration came to find me and took me to a research institute. My former deskmate, who used to be as innocent as a little white rabbit, was sitting in a chair, expressionless, while a parade of top experts I'd only ever seen on TV tried to brainwash him. Expert 1: According to Principle XXX, and using Equation OOO, we can prove that a perpetual motion machine actually exists. My deskmate: Hah. Pseudoscience. Expert 2: Incredible! My grandma had terminal cancer, but Chinese medicine cured her. The prescription was angelica root, astragalus... My deskmate: Hah. Fraud. The person who brought me there shoved me forward. I stammered, not knowing what to say. I was afraid of scaring my deskmate, since I'd been dead for two years. Two years ago, I died in a car accident. My body was cremated and placed in an urn, but a few days ago I popped the lid and climbed out. It was a genuine world wonder. But my deskmate only turned to glance at me, then coolly looked away again. He didn't seem surprised at all. “I knew you weren't dead. Those people made it sound so real.” At the experts' prompting, I reluctantly bluffed, “Yeah, not only am I alive, I can fly too.” My deskmate paused, then looked at me in amazement. “That's awesome!” Then, under everyone's watchful gaze, my feet left the floor and I flew up to the ceiling. Uh, you believe that too???? I tentatively went on, “Also, my eyes can shoot lasers, my wrists can fire spiderwebs, blades can pop out of my knuckles, and my...” My deskmate's eyes lit up. “You're amazing!” My eyes lit up too, and lasers shot out of them, slicing the research institute's table to pieces. My deskmate is a psychic. Anything he believes becomes real. He doesn't believe the experts, no matter how well they back up their arguments, but he believes every word I say. What a brotherly bond, enough to move heaven and earth! *Powerful, aloof psychic seme x short-tempered, dark-skinned, cool guy uke who climbed out of his urn *The cover shows the deskmate in his first year of high school. *This should be a fluffy slice-of-life story, though there'll be some ridiculous plotlines. *It's not Xiao Jiang and Xiao Ye who are ridiculous. I'm the ridiculous one. *Lots of everyday moments. Seriously, lots. *I used to write fanfiction, so I might not be able to shake that anime vibe. Sumimasen. Upcoming novel: My Dead Crush Came Back Your crush died, but you aren't sad, because he hasn't left. He's still by your side, talking to you and smiling at you, but only you can see him. A master said this is very rare. Only people who care about each other can have a one-in-a-million chance of this happening, drawn together by their lingering attachment. If you truly love him, let him go so he can be reincarnated. If a soul lingers in the human world too long, it will become a wandering ghost, gradually lose its mind, and drift forever. You love him. You can't be this selfish. You decide to let him go. You pretend you can't see him anymore, ignoring him as he calls your name and cries in front of you. At last, he disappears. You feel relieved and try your best to move on from the pain. You move to a new home, find a new job, and make new friends. You lie on the soft bed in your new home, feeling sleepy, and close your eyes. But you don't see the thick black mist wrapping around your body after you fall asleep. Pallid limbs leave marks on your skin, and bloody tears drip onto your collarbone, only to be licked away. He's back once more, consumed by overwhelming hatred for you. He has become a vengeful ghost, ready to drag you into hell. But you're feeling a little uncomfortable, so you roll over and hug him, burying your face in the hollow of his shoulder. The blood-covered vengeful ghost gradually quiets down. He stares at you with a chilling gaze and decides to let you off this time. Next time, he'll definitely kill you. When the master hears that he's returned as a vengeful ghost, he rushes to your home. He opens the door solemnly, and a ghost's anguished wail reaches his ears: You don't love me! You abandoned me! Let's go to hell together! The master braces for a fight and pulls out his magical weapon, only to hear your impatient voice: Are you a goldfish? I've already told you I love you twenty times today. The master: ? The room gradually comes into focus. A slender man is sprawled on the sofa, cracking sunflower seeds and watching TV. The black, mist-wreathed shadow crawls gloomily along the floor, mopping as it lets out a miserable dog's whine: I don't believe you. Put it in writing! Theme: Evil cannot triumph over good.