Long Island Estate In the early morning, I was awakened by the rich aroma of bacon fried in butter.
Lynn was wearing an apron and skillfully used a wooden spatula to remove the crispy bacon from the pan and placed it on a porcelain plate lined with absorbent paper.
A pot of thick oatmeal porridge was simmering in the big pot next to it, steaming gurglingly.
There was the sound of shuffling footsteps on the stairs.
Tommy's messy hair floated down like two balls of cotton.
He was drained Telekinesis yesterday, and he washed a lot of pots and pans in the evening. Now he felt that his arms were so sore that it was difficult to lift them up.
Reggie followed him.
Although his thigh muscles are also a little sore, his super metabolism makes his recovery ability far beyond ordinary people. Now he is able to jump around and grab Tommy's back collar.
"Don't touch me. I don't have the strength to throw you out now."
Tommy weakly slapped Reggie's hand away and plunged into the chair at the dining table, like a puddle of melted ice cream.
John is the third one to come down.
He changed into a loose hoodie today and seemed to be in a very good mood.
He walked to the kitchen and helped Lynn carry the glass jug with warm milk to the dining table very naturally.
"Go and ask Annie and Kevin to eat."
Lynn took out the last two fried eggs and gave a casual order.
"Annie is already on the first floor."
John pointed in the direction of the living room corridor.
Lynn looked in the direction John pointed.
The softest ray of sunlight in the morning just shines through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the corner at the end of the corridor.
Black Noir did not wear the depressing all-encompassing suit, but wore a black turtleneck sweater and sat quietly in front of the newly set up easel.
He held a paintbrush in his hand and was slowly mixing paint on the palette.
Annie moved a small mat, held his chin in his hands, and sat obediently next to Black Noir, looking at the colors gradually blooming on the canvas without blinking.
That's the corner of Backyard Lawn, with sunshine, green grass, and a big golden dog chasing butterflies.
The whole scene is as quiet as an old silent movie.
"Eat first, then draw after eating."
Lynn did not walk over to destroy the tranquility, but just shouted from across the living room.
Annie stood up immediately and pulled Black Noir's clothes.
Black Noir put down the paintbrush, took a clean rag nearby and wiped his hands, and followed the little girl to the restaurant.
The atmosphere at the dinner table was as lively as ever.
The bacon was snatched away very quickly. Tommy couldn't grab Reggie because of his sore hands. He was so angry that he kicked Reggie's stool under the table.
Kevin carefully dropped a little oatmeal soup into the glass kettle and fed it to his little Goldfish Charlie, who is still very peaceful now.
If he hadn't known Kevin's temperament, Lynn would have even thought that he was raising bad things.
After having breakfast and resting for half an hour, Backyard's Lawn once again became a special training ground for these little monsters.
But today, John did not rush to find Black Noir to continue being beaten. Instead, he set his sights on Reggie who was stretching and getting ready to be beaten by Tennis Balls.
"Reggie, practice with me."
John clenched his fists and walked to Reggie.
Reggie stopped, looked John up and down, and took half a step back with some vigilance. "What do you want to do again? Lynn said that we can't attack each other with Superpower in our usual training. If you don't stop, I don't want to lie in bed for half a month."
"No need Superpower."
John vowed, "I will use the strength and speed of ordinary people, and I won't hit you in the face. I just want to try the trick I just learned last night."
When I heard that John did not use Superpower, Reggie's competitive spirit was instantly ignited.
"That's what you said. If you don't compare strength and speed, I won't be that easy to deal with!"
Reggie opened his stance and raised his fingers at John.
John took a deep breath, recalling in his mind the small but fatal movement that Black Noir demonstrated to him at the window sill last night.
They both moved at the same time.
John kept his promise and suppressed his speed and strength to the level of an ordinary boy.
When Reggie saw this, he deliberately slowed down and hit John on the shoulder with his fist.
Just when Reggie's fist was about to fall, John did not block it.
He imitated Black Noir's appearance, turned his body half sideways very lightly, and placed his left hand on the inside of Reggie's wrist like a snake.
Reggie was stunned for a moment. Before he could react, he felt a joint on his wrist that was usually not noticed being gently pressed down.
Immediately afterwards, his forward center of gravity was instantly unbalanced, and his whole body fell forward uncontrollably, as if he had stepped on a banana peel.
John took advantage of the situation and lightly tripped on Reggie's calf.
Bang.
Reggie rolled twice on the soft Lawn and lay there on all fours with his face dazed.
He didn't feel pain, but his brain couldn't turn around.
"Holy crap! How did you do that!"
Reggie sat up suddenly and looked at his hands, "You clearly didn't use any strength just now!"
John stood there, looking at his hands, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
This feeling of using pure skills to destroy the opponent's center of gravity without relying on brute force is simply more fascinating than shooting with Heat Vision.
In the corridor not far away, Black Noir was holding a rag and wiping the paint on the edge of the easel.
Seeing this scene on Lawn, although he didn't make a sound, there was a very obvious appreciation in his eyes under the mask.
After just watching the demonstration once, I was able to use it in actual combat. This guy's fighting talent is indeed a bit scary.
"Come again!"
Reggie climbed up without belief, patted the grass clippings on his butt, and rushed forward again.
In the next half hour, Lawn became the experimental field for John.
He took the fall from Black Noir yesterday and reviewed it on Reggie without any changes.
Although the movements were still a bit jerky, and Reggie failed to grasp the point of exertion correctly several times and was knocked over by his agility, the speed of progress that was visible to the naked eye made Lynn, who had been sitting on a wicker chair drinking tea, couldn't help but nod his head.