My Deskmate Is a Person with Super Powers

[Recommend to gay friends to complete the cookie "My Bamboo Horse is a Humanoid Natural Disaster" by Liuchu] [Recommend my pre-acceptance, the copy is at the bottom "The dead crush is back"] —— My deskmate is a person with super powers. Whatever he believes in can become true. Unfortunately, when the country knew about his abilities, he was about to take the college entrance examination and had become a staunch materialist warrior. But what does that have to do with me? That's what I thought at first. But the people from the Superpower Management Bureau found me and took me to the research institute. My former deskmate, who was as innocent as a little white rabbit, was sitting on a chair, expressionlessly accepting turns of brainwashing from experts I had only seen on TV. Expert 1: According to the xxx principle and through the ooo equation, it can be proved that there is actually a perpetual motion machine in the world. My deskmate: Oh, civil science. Expert 2: Shocked, my grandma was terminally ill, but she was cured by drinking traditional Chinese medicine. The prescription is: angelica, astragalus... My deskmate: Ha, liar. The person who brought me pushed me over. I hesitated and didn't know what to say. I was afraid of scaring my deskmate. After all, I had been dead for two years. I died in a car accident two years ago. I was burned to ashes and placed in an urn, but the lid was lifted a few days ago. This is simply a wonder of the world. But my deskmate just turned his head and glanced at me, then turned back indifferently. He didn't look surprised at all. "I knew you were not dead. Those people made it up to be true." Under the guidance of the experts around me, I reluctantly told him: "Yes, not only am I not dead, I can also fly." My deskmate paused and looked at me in surprise: "Awesome!" Then, with everyone watching, I lifted my feet off the ground and flew to the ceiling. Uh, do you believe this too? ? ? ? I continued tentatively: "Also, my eyes can shoot lasers, my wrists can shoot spider silk, my finger joints can pop out sharp blades, my..." My deskmate's eyes lit up: "You are so awesome!" My eyes were also very bright, and the laser emitted from inside shredded the table of the institute. My deskmate is a person with super powers. Everything he believes in will become true. He doesn't believe what experts say with good evidence, but he takes my words at face value. What a touching brotherhood this is! *The super-powerful flower attack of the high mountain *The cover is from my classmate when he was a freshman in high school *It should be a daily sweet cookie, it will be a bit mentally retarded. *It's not Xiao Jiang and Xiao Ye who are mentally retarded, it's me who is mentally retarded *A lot of daily life, really a lot *I used to write derivative works, but I may not be able to bear the taste of the second dimension. Private Marseille —————— Preview of "The Dead Crush Is Back" Your crush has died, but you are not sad because he has not left. He is still by your side, talking to you and smiling at you, but only you can see him. The master said that this situation is rare. Only people who care about each other have a one-in-a-million chance of appearing because of the pull of obsession. If you really love him, let him go and let him reincarnate. If the soul stays in the human world for a long time, it will become a lonely ghost, gradually lose its consciousness, and wander around forever. You love him, you can't be so selfish. You decide to let him go. You pretended that you couldn't see him anymore and let him call your name. He cried in front of you, but you cruelly ignored them all. Finally, he disappeared. You feel relieved and try to get out of the pain. You move to a new home, find a new job, and make new friends. You were sleeping on the soft big bed in your new home. You felt very sleepy and closed your eyes. But you didn't see the thick black mist that wrapped around your body after you fell asleep, the pale limbs left traces on your body, and the blood and tears dripped on your collarbone and were licked away. He is back again, with overwhelming hatred for you, turning into a fierce ghost, trying to drag you into hell. …… But you felt uncomfortable, so you turned over and hugged him, burying your face in his shoulder. The bloody ghost gradually calmed down. He stared at you with creepy eyes, deciding to let you go this time and kill you next time. ———— Hearing that he had returned as a ghost, the master immediately came to your home. He opened the door sadly, and heard the ghost's wailing scream: You don't love me, you abandoned me, let's go to hell together! As if facing a formidable enemy, the master took out his magic weapon, but heard your voice impatiently: Are you a goldfish? I have said I love you twenty times today. Master:? The environment in the house gradually became clearer. The slender man was slumped on the sofa, eating melon seeds and watching TV. The black shadow shrouded in black mist crawled darkly on the ground. As he mopped the floor, he let out a miserable barking: I don't believe it, you are writing a document! Intention: Evil cannot defeat good