The Heartthrob System cultivates brotherhood online

On the third day at the base, someone came to inform Xue Yan and others to attend the Superpower Conference.

The Conference of Superpowers is actually a meeting of the base to form a team of superpowers so that they can better go out to find supplies and complete missions.

Xue Yan's team now has only three people, and he plans to recruit new members.

The conference was held in a spacious square with several enclosed arenas in the middle for examining potential teammates.

Xue Yan walked to the lobby, where the service staff greeted him warmly, "Do you want to recruit teammates or join a team?"

Xue Yan nodded, and the other party handed him a piece of paper and said, "You can write your needs here, and the staff will screen out those who meet the requirements."

Xue Yan took the form and found a round table to sit down. He looked up and asked his teammates: "What kind of teammates do you want?"

Zhou Zhifan just reached the table and picked up the paper. There were some options on it: ability, gender, force value...

Zhou Yunen felt that the current situation was good and had no other ideas: "Boss, let me decide. I'm fine with it."

Xue Yan's eyes shifted to the quiet boy wearing a mask, "What about you?"

"Listen to you."

Xue Yan couldn't stand his indecisiveness, so he pulled him to his side and handed him the pen, "You choose."

Ling Si held the paper and pen with a confused look on his face. In the end, he could only look carefully at the options listed above. After looking for a long time without seeing anything, he secretly glanced at Xue Yan and found that he was looking at him.

"Boss, how many people do you want?"

"Two or three."

Ling Si seemed to have made up his mind. He ticked the last option on the paper and handed it to Xue Yan.

Xue Yan took it and looked at it, and the boy chose the one that was delicious when cooked.

Xue Yan: “…” Do you think what he cooked is not tasty?

Ling Si thought Xue Yan would think his choice was inappropriate, but he didn't expect the man to just look at him deeply and then hand the paper to the staff.

Ling Si pulled Xue Yan, "Don't you want to think about it again?"

Xue Yan had already handed over the paper in his hand, and glanced at the boy holding his hand, "I can't let you eat my unpalatable cooking."

Ling Si thinks that the boss is pretty good at cooking. Does he have such a bad self-awareness?

Long Aotian should be the most powerful person in the world, how could he not recognize himself?

Ling Si: "You should be confident."

Xue Yan: “…” Blame him?

The staff watched the two people interacting, hesitant to speak, until they stopped talking, then called them: "Is this all you two need?"

Xue Yan: “Yes.”

The staff was a little embarrassed and tried to politely remind them: "Don't you have any other needs?"

Xue Yan nodded again.

The staff had never seen a teammate who only liked to cook delicious food. "It's like this, you two. When recruiting people with special abilities, we will give priority to those with special abilities. If there are no people who meet the requirements, we will lower the standards to ordinary people."

"we know."

After confirming everything was correct, the staff member handed the form to another person and politely reminded: "It will take some time to match. If you are bored, you can go for a walk in the square."

Several people walked to the center of the square, where there was a largest arena, where two psychics were competing, one with fire element and the other with water element. So far, the fire element psychic has the upper hand, but neither can do anything to the other.

Many people in the audience were cheering and discussing, and cheering for their supporters.

"No, Lao Bai, how come you can't beat a young boy?"

"Come on, Old White! Beat him!"

"Xiao Mu, pour water on him to disrupt his vision!"

......

Words like these kept coming one after another. Xue Yan didn't find it interesting, but at least it was a recreational competition.

The sound beside his ear suddenly became smaller and turned into a whisper. The person next to Xue Yan was still talking loudly and was pulled by his companion and almost fell to the ground.

The man glared at his companion angrily, but his mouth was covered. His companion whispered a few words, and the man had to stop.

Xue Yan saw the man's lip language clearly: "The law enforcement team is here."

The square suddenly became quiet, giving people a sense of unreality. Even the people competing on the stage looked in the same direction with fear in their eyes. Faintly, the sound of orderly footsteps could be heard.

Ling Si looked in the direction of the voice and saw two rows of people in black uniforms, carrying guns, moving in the middle of the square. The crowd forced themselves to make way for them to pass a wide path.

The leading man had a pair of brilliant eyes that were half hidden by his hat brim. He had an expressionless face and strode forward with his long legs. The clattering sound of his leather shoes seemed to knock on everyone's heart.

It was the man I saw a few days ago, named Chu Wang. It seemed that everyone was afraid of him.

Xue Yan obviously saw it too, his eyes narrowed slightly, he hid Ling Si behind him, and whispered, "Don't look around."

"Oh." Ling Si lowered his head. In front of him were the man's broad shoulders. The midday sun made him drowsy. Ling Si rested his head on the man's shoulder, and his eyes were a little dizzy.

Xue Yan's body stiffened, his breathing changed slightly, he bit the soft flesh in his mouth, his eyelashes drooped slightly, hiding the restlessness in his eyes.

Before leaving, Chu Wang glanced at the square and saw the man who had been with the boy in the crowd, with someone leaning against him. Chu Wang's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't go forward and left the square with his men.

As the law enforcement team left, the square gradually returned to a state of restlessness. Ling Si straightened his head and shook it to relieve the dizziness. A dry and warm hand covered his forehead. The mask was briefly removed, revealing half of his face. The man's deep and magnetic voice sounded in his ears: "Your face is so red, do you have a fever?"

"No, I got sunburned."

The palm of his hand was at normal temperature, so Xue Yan felt relieved and said, "Let's go to the lobby and wait."

Ling Si was very sensitive to people's gazes, and that person's gaze had appeared the moment he took off his mask, as if it were real.

The young man looked in one direction and met the man's eyes.

Chu Wang stood outside the square with his hands in his pockets, not at all embarrassed about being caught peeping, and looked back with ease. Ling Si frowned at being stared at and looked away.

Humans are so weird. Is it polite to stare at people?

He flipped through the "Study of Human Habits", which said: If you find a human being staring at you with a bad look, then there is a high probability that he wants to do something bad to you.

Is Chu Wang hostile to me?

Chu Wang watched the boy enter the hall. The man had already pulled up his mask, and a hint of pity flashed across the man's eyes.

But he didn't stay for too long, as a handsome man wearing the same uniform as him called him, "Chu Wang, the base commander wants to see you."

Fang Shu had never seen this ice cube lose its composure before. He looked over curiously and could only see a few psychics. "What are you looking at?"

Chu Wang put his hands in his pockets and turned away, leaving a few words coldly: "Mind your own business."

Fang Shu walked behind the man and cursed, "You're crazy."