On every woman's list of 100 dreams, there is definitely one item: lying on the sofa hugging a tub and eating ice cream.
It also includes—not limited to—lying on the sofa hugging a tub of chips, M&M's, cream cake, and donuts…
Have you ever experienced the pleasure of tub ice cream? Buffet scoops don't count.
Generally, women who have this dream can't afford it, and women who can afford it… are afraid of getting fat.
But superheroes fear nothing!
Gwen shoved a full spoon of chocolate Häagen-Dazs into her mouth, rolled up her sleeves, and got to work.
Question: How do you use hardware tools to make a Type-C charging cable that surpasses the current era?
Answer: Basic high-school physics and electrical knowledge, plus third-grade-level experience taking things apart.
Some things sound amazing when you brag about them, but they don't actually require much skill. No matter how high-end a phone's hardware is, to an old person who only needs to make calls it makes no difference. No matter how fast a charging cable charges, it's still just a charging cable at its core.
All she needed to do was open a power bank, identify the positive and negative poles, make a new connector, and she was done.
You ask what all the other stuff is for? That doesn't matter. Better safe than sorry. Who knows, she might need to build a spacetime portal in a couple of days.
"Eating ice cream at night is bad for your health…"
Holy crap!
Gwen's hand trembled while pulling out a copper wire and almost threw the tweezers like a dart.
How does this little master walk without making any sound? Even her spider-sense couldn't detect him!
Gwen turned around and looked at the young master whose gaze kept shifting between her and the ice cream tub. She helplessly spread her hands. "Didn't Alfred ever tell you not to barge into a girl's bedroom at night?"
The young master said sorry very insincerely. Understandable—this was his house.
"But you're right. Eating ice cream isn't good for your body. It's never good." Gwen scooped another spoonful into her mouth. "Experts also say that being woken up by an alarm clock in your sleep can easily cause sudden death, so the correct way to stay healthy is to let students and wage slaves sleep until they wake up naturally. I think that makes a lot of sense."
The expression on the young master's face showed he didn't catch the sarcasm. Of course—he was a real bourgeois young master who could sleep until he woke up naturally every day.
"Actually, I wanted to say… I finished reviewing all my homework." After the awkward silence, the young master quickly regained his rhythm. "When can you teach me that… power?"
Gwen patted the sofa. "Come sit over here!"
The young master blushed and scooted closer.
Why the hell are you blushing, you little teapot? With your looks and your family fortune, getting girls in the future will be as easy as smoking a cigarette. Why pretend to be a pure little virgin?
Gwen took another spoon, scooped a huge mound of ice cream for the young master, and ordered, "Eat it!"
The young master looked very troubled. "I already brushed my teeth…"
Why don't you say you already washed your little dick too.
"Brushed your teeth so you can go straight to bed? Is midnight snacking a family tradition?"
The young master decisively started licking the ice cream.
Ah, did you just graduate from kindergarten? You're actually licking it bit by bit with your tongue!
If this were on the other side of the screen, Gwen would probably already be writhing on the bed like a maggot, letting out auntie laughs.
Unfortunately they were in the same dimension right now, so Gwen had to maintain her cool, aloof big-sister image.
"Bruce, let me tell you a principle. Do you know why normal people can't hug a tub and eat ice cream?"
The young master hesitated, then tentatively said, "Because it's unhealthy?"
"Because the tub is too cold."
"Mm…"
The young master wanted to say something but held back.
"Do you know why I'm not teaching you revenge power first, but making you study instead?"
"Uh…"
"Because you're too young. You haven't shaped your own worldview, values, or outlook on life yet. You haven't learned independent thinking or built a strong will. It's easy for you to be swayed by other factors. If you can't even lay these foundations properly, forget about revenge—you might turn around and sell yourself, then help your parents' murderer count the money."
"I understand the logic, but what does that have to do with the ice cream tub?"
"See, this shows you haven't learned enough and haven't accumulated enough wisdom to understand the profound inner connections here."
Gwen taught patiently. "Let me tell you a story. Do you usually read comics?"
The young master nodded.
"Do you like reading comics? Do you like the superheroes in them?"
The young master nodded hard.
"Then do you hope a superhero appears in front of you to help you get revenge and punish the murderer?"
The young master was about to nod when he suddenly stopped and stared at Gwen suspiciously. "If I nod, are you going to say there are no superheroes in real life?"
This dead brat is really sharp.
"I am a superhero!" Gwen patted her chest confidently. "Do you know why I won't help you get revenge?"
"Because you want me to do it myself…"
"No, you misunderstood." Gwen cut off the young master's fantasy. "The main reason is that the audience doesn't like to watch that."
"Huh?"
A bunch of question marks floated above the young master's head.
"The earliest superheroes really did uphold justice and save people from suffering." Gwen explained seriously. "Precisely because ordinary people couldn't fight evil themselves, they placed their hopes in imagined superheroes. It was because of that market demand that comic artists created superhero images, and superhero comics were born."
"But the problem is… not everyone longs for a superhero's salvation. Many readers who haven't suffered misfortune in real life want to know just how powerful superheroes really are. To highlight the greatness of those superheroes, comic artists created super-villains. To attract readers, the super-villains kept getting stronger until they could destroy the Earth—which, conversely, means the Earth wouldn't have been destroyed if no superheroes existed."
"Later on, readers got tired of the villains' faces too, but superheroes still couldn't retire. Publishers relied on them to keep making money, so they had to develop more eye-catching content—like digging deep into the dark side of superhero humanity, or killing them off and resurrecting them, or gender-bending, darkening, or greening them. Everything served to attract attention or traffic."
"The original superhero who punished evil and promoted good that the comic artists first created has disappeared. They won't come to uphold the justice in your fantasies anymore, because your parents' death is nothing compared to aliens invading the Earth. In the end, they've become nothing more than products on the shelf."