This superpower is unreliable.

There are often typhoons in the coastal areas of Yueyang in summer, and even in September and October, there is still a possibility of new tropical cyclones.

The weather before a typhoon arrives is always very clear, with no clouds in the sky, the sun shining brightly, and it is especially hot and humid.

It was so hot and stuffy that there was not even a breeze, and it seemed as if all the air had been sucked away, making it hard to breathe.

Because there was no wind or cloud, many people sighed: "The weather is so good, it doesn't look like a typhoon."

Huang Chiyao and the other three thought so too.

After spending a few days together, they thought that Xue Zixin was just a little taciturn, just like an ordinary socially anxious person, not fond of socializing or chatting, but he was responsive, so at least he was a normal person.

But they didn't expect that the other person was being patient by being silent.

Now the typhoon has arrived, catching them off guard.

Although Xue Zixin was just standing motionless in front of them with no expression on his face, the smashed lunch box on the ground made it clear to them that Xue Zixin must be in a very bad mood at the moment.

Ling Ling and Zhang Dianxin's counselor, who is also Xue Zixin's counselor, first tried to persuade him: "Xue Zixin, calm down. We have something to talk about."

Xue Zixin took a step forward, and they immediately pulled each other back a step.

"You guys, you're talking about my business without my presence, and you treat it as gossip?"

"It's not gossip. We just want your roommates to get to know you better so that your dormitory life can be smooth and harmonious. No one has any bad intentions."

Xue Zixin took another step forward and pulled an office chair. He first grabbed the back of the chair and lifted it up. When it was nearly a foot off the ground, he suddenly let go.

"Boom!"

"what!"

Huang Chiyao and several others were frightened by her actions and screamed.

“But you said I had mental problems.”

Xue Zixin turned the office chair around, pulled it back, and then sat on it.

"I am not happy."

Although he looked quite thin, he was so strong, and his expression remained unchanged after doing all these actions, as if it would not be surprising for him to knock all of them to the ground in the next second.

But if such a scenario were to occur, Methodist University would be in the news again.

Huang Chiyao thought to himself, oh, this is the third time I have become the protagonist of the news.

She gritted her teeth and tried to appeal to his emotions.

"Xue Zixin, Zixin, we never thought there was anything wrong with you. Look, haven't we been getting along well these past few days? Since you don't like being disturbed, we won't bother you. The counselors just told us about your experience because they thought we wouldn't offend you."

Xue Zixin stood up suddenly, swung his right hand back, and the entire office chair was swept to the ground with a louder noise.

Huang Chi shook them and they dared not scream again.

Xue Zixin's expression began to change, his eyes widened slightly, and his face seemed to become a little tense.

"But what you heard was all fake. I'm not sick at all, why do you keep forcing me?"

No, Xue Zixin is already excited now.

If talking couldn't solve the problem, then she had to resort to emotion.

"I feel a little tired, so I'll implant a few words into Xue Zixin."

If her emotions rose and fell rapidly, she was afraid that Xue Zixin would faint, and "Xinxin Dipping Sauce" probably wouldn't let her do that, so she could only think of an emotion that could help Xue Zixin calm down a little.

She estimated that there would be no effect for a while, so she could only continue to delay and stabilize Xue Zixin first.

"Okay, we don't believe it." Huang Chiyao looked at Ling Ling and Zhang Dianxin and blinked at them, "Right?"

"Yes! We don't believe it!"

"That's right! You're not sick at all!"

Xue Zixin stared at them for a while, then silently pulled up the chair that had fallen to the ground and sat back down.

Huang Chiyao asked tentatively: "Then... Zi Xin, what else can we do for you?"

Xue Zixin, however, focused his attention on the two counselors.

"There's only one question, who told you to do this?"

The two counselors shook their heads and waved their hands at the same time: "We don't know either!"

Xue Zixin stared at them silently, but his fingernails on both hands kept scratching the bottom of the armrests of the office chair. The "cracking" sound continued. It was obviously just the sound of fingernails scratching on plastic, but it made people think of the sound of a knife being sharpened on a whetstone.

The counselor with yellow wings finally couldn't help it and said carefully: "I was the last one to leave after the meeting, and I heard a little bit before the door closed. That person might be your relative, and he seems to be from the Education Bureau."

The sound of nails scratching the armrest stopped abruptly.

A few seconds later, Xue Zixin yawned.

"You heard wrong. I don't have any relatives in the Education Bureau."

Then she raised her right hand, looked at her watch, and stood up.

Except for Huang Chiyao, the others all took another step back at the same moment.

Huang Chiyao was not frightened because she realized that the "Heart Dipping Sauce" was starting to take effect.

"Are you scared? It's just a joke." Xue Zixin said calmly, "I don't have a criminal record."

Although they were just a few short sentences without any tone, other people might still be confused, but Huang Chiyao felt that he heard Xue Zixin was explaining his behavior just now.

She seemed to simply want to scare them and trick the two counselors at the same time.

She has no aggressive behavior.

As for whether it is true or not, it is unknown. However, in Huang Chiyao's opinion, although Xue Zixin has many secrets, in order to maintain the deterrent effect, she actually does not need to explain it at the end. So Huang Chiyao tends to believe that it is true that she has no criminal record.

Maybe autism isn't real.

After Xue Zixin pushed the office chair back to its original position, she walked out directly. When she reached the door, she looked back and looked at Huang Chiyao and the other two.

"You guys, aren't you going back?"

"Ok?"

"Take a half-hour lunch break."

This time, not only Huang Chiyao understood, but also Ling Ling and Zhang Dianxin understood.

There is still half an hour left for lunch break, so I can go back to the dormitory and rest for a while.

Xue Zixin was inviting them to go back together.

Ling Ling and Zhang Dianxin were still a little hesitant at first, but Huang Chi waved his hand and pulled one of them, and pulled the two away together, following Xue Zixin to the dormitory.

Only two counselors were left in shock.

As the four of them walked down the road, they were more peaceful than ever before. It seemed as if everything that had just happened was just a play, and the play had ended long ago.

This silence made Huang Chiyao bolder, and he inexplicably had the courage to bring up the old topic again.

"Zi Xin, if you want to pursue the matter because your privacy has been violated, I will take my share of responsibility. But I hope you won't be so impulsive in the future. This may not only hurt others, but also yourself."

Xue Zixin was not annoyed and returned to his previous taciturn self.

"Ah."

"will not."