I'm an emotionless superhero

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In fact, his study in the New York Temple went smoothly, although Connor always felt that hanging the ring and drawing circles was of no use to him.

Mage Ancient One didn't always have time to take charge of his studies, after all, the other party was the Supreme Mage—the Avengers traveled around the world, but the Supreme Mage didn't even have to run on one plane.

Just thinking about it makes me feel tired.

So the man in charge of Connor's studies is a yellow-skinned man who is not tall and fat.

The opponent claims to be king.

Connor looked at him for a while, and then called him Old Wang in very standard Mandarin.

At that time, the other party was stunned: "I heard that you are quite young-do you rich people teach children like this? I heard that Chinese is the most difficult language to learn."

Look at the pronunciation of this word!

"No, I think the most difficult language to learn is obviously the star that the Green Lantern took me on a trip last time. They talked about it for a long time, and then I learned it for a long time and didn't learn it. I didn't learn a word."

Old Wang: ...

Confirmed the eyes, this is a superhero to tutor.

And a Justice League superhero.

No, Master Ancient One, have you forgotten that there is a self-proclaimed Dr. Fate in the Justice League who is robbing you of business—a very self-righteous mage at first glance?Why didn't the students of the Justice League be handed over to him, or have you reached out to the Justice League?

Think about it and be a little excited!

Therefore, we must be strict with the other party, and then successfully teach a perfect mage to show off to the man over there who claims to be Doctor Fate.

The mages in our temple are much better than you!

But what I never expected was that this superhero who looked very smart and had learned even the most difficult Chinese was stuck in Chapter 1.

Also plausible.

"To be honest, I really don't think drawing circles is useful. Yes, I believe in the existence of magic, and I am quite magical myself. But I really don't think this thing is useful, and my magic power There are not many reserves, can we teach me something practical?"

"This is the basic skill. If you can't even do this...then there's no need for me to teach you, and why do you think it's useless at all?"

"Look, for us, the biggest use of this thing is to reach another location very quickly? The two of us can just choose a location."

Old Wang looked at it in confusion, he is short...he is still a boy, maybe he should be dealt with some dimensionality reduction first--children like this are always pretentious, and they are very self-righteous if they have a little superpower. I am omnipotent, so why not hit him first so that he can study hard.

Also.

To be honest, Lao Wang felt that he would have already slapped him if it had been replaced by other students.

So he twisted his shoulders, and said an address far enough away: "The top of the Himalayas."

"I see that you guys really like the Himalayas summits. Are you proud to see those climbers fail and you pop up there?"

Lao Wang glared at the other party.

This kid has a good temper and is obedient. Although he is a bit stubborn...but overall he is a good boy.

It would be better if it could be less skinny and talk less.

But it's okay...

Pharaoh thought to himself.

This is much better than the kid taught by Modo who is said to be a genius but couldn't get a fart out of three sticks.

More than once, he saw Modu following behind his butt with a look of envy.

"Shut up. Then go."

After saying that Lao Wang had finished drawing the circle, the young man standing beside him had disappeared when he turned his head.

"Hey!"

He turned his head and saw the boy's head emerging from the drawn circle.

He was grinning and very skinny.

It also startled him.

Then Connor went back to the New York Temple from the circle: "I said it's useless to me?"

Lao Wang watched the other party arrange his hairstyle.

At this moment, he felt that he was possessed by all members of the Justice League, Avengers, X-Men Brotherhood, Fantastic Four, S.H.I.E.L.D.

A jio kicked the opponent's ass.

Then he hugged his feet and yelled.

Connor looked at the teacher who was holding his feet and yelling in a daze.

He thought about it carefully, and he really didn't have this kind of experience of being spanked.

Although Dick said it was very shameful to be spanked, Connor always felt ashamed because the other's ass was too high and would bounce back when he was spanked.

But he himself did not have the experience of being spanked when he grew up.

So I was caught off guard and didn't have time to soften the meat on my buttocks.

To be honest, he has learned to soften his face now before the Avengers pinch it.

So he was silent for a while, and then tentatively said: "I softened the skin on the buttocks, why don't you kick another jio?"

Old Wang: "...Don't stop me, I'll kill him right now."

Modu: "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, you fight, you fight. If you can kill him, I will lose."

Old Wang: "Who is this child?"

Modu: "Look at his face, compare it with the idol of the people..."

Old Wang: "It doesn't look like Stark."

Mordo:  …

I'm afraid he has a foolish junior brother.

At that time, Connor felt that he met a bosom friend in a foreign land-although he is still in New York now, it is not a bit of a foreign land.

"Teacher, so you also think Stark is the idol of the people?"

Modu: "Wang, can you have some common sense? The national idol Stark? What do you look up to?"

Lao Wang: "Money. I am short of money, so of course I look up to money."

Connor: "..."

Old Wang: "Of course, Stark is still a superhero."

Connor & Mordo: ...

Sorry, this explanation is a bit late.

Parallel (seven)

Paris is a beautiful city, very suitable for Mrs. Purple.

Mrs. Purple spent an hour grooming Jessica.

Hannibal waited quietly outside.

The door of the fitting room opened, and Jessica came in wearing a long purple dress.

Hannibal's dress, it was Lady Purple's favorite.

It's just that Mrs. Zi once said that she is a bit older, and it is really not suitable for her to wear such a pink color, so she put away this skirt.

Unexpectedly, she would let Jessica wear this skirt now.

Seeing that Hannibal just looked at him and didn't speak, Jessica pulled the skirt on her body awkwardly, and said, "Is it ugly? I also don't think I'm really suitable for wearing a skirt. Why don't I change clothes."

Hannibal seemed to have just reacted: "It's very good-looking, and I couldn't react for a while. There is no need to change it."

They are going to a masquerade at school.

Banquets were held in Wayne Manor from time to time, but at that time she was still stupid and didn't know to follow Dick to his small group.

By the way, he missed countless opportunities to build a good relationship with the Young Justice League.

And even though she had become partners with the members of the Young Justice League later, she couldn't do whatever Dick wanted after all.

In fact, at that time Dick was really serious about bringing her into his group.

Perhaps in Dick's view, Robin has become a legacy, and the relationship with his teammates should be passed on.

"what happened?"

"fine."

Jessica twitched her mouth, she might never go back, thinking so much, it was actually useless.

The dance in the school was actually no different from what she had imagined—she and Hannibal danced for a while, and then sat aside.

Not that no one invited her.

She had received five invitations long before Hannibal sent her an invitation.

Only she was waiting for Hannibal to speak.

Just as she expected, Hannibal invited her the day before the ball, and Mrs. Purple teased whether it was too late.

But it turns out that it's never too late if someone is waiting for you.

That's what Hannibal said at the time.

Now Jessica was standing next to Hannibal in Lady Purple's gown.

Her long career as a professional hunter gave her strong limbs and a slender stature, only slightly shorter than Hannibal.

It's just that Mrs. Zi added the pair of high heels to her at the end, which was really unbearable for her.

To be honest, she has always been very curious about how Wonder Woman fights on high heels.

She thought it was pretty to look good, but it was a bit too uncomfortable.

At this moment, Jessica was sitting aside and had quietly taken off her shoes.

Hannibal walked over to her for a look, smiled, then knelt down, reaching out to grab Jessica's feet.

Jessica, who had been paying attention, subconsciously stepped back a little, allowing Hannibal to catch him.

He raised his head, facing Jessica's slightly shy expression, and the dimples on his cheeks became more obvious.

"I thought you didn't care about this. Seriously, since you can't wear high heels, why do you accept these shoes? They look good, but they really don't suit you."

Mrs. Zi looks even more upright when she wears high heels—she can step on the high heels as if she was nothing.

So much so that Hannibal really couldn't understand Jessica, who was always wrestling while stepping on high heels.

Even more incomprehensible, since you are going to wrestle, why do you have to wear it.

Jessica moved her foot forward, and it landed on Hannibal's palm.

There were calluses on her feet from long-term running, which really didn't look like a girl's feet.

But Hannibal didn't care.

When Hannibal put down her feet, he got up and sat next to her, and whispered in her ear, "I asked my aunt for leave today."

"that dare