There are always Chaoying trying to attack me [Comprehensive British and American]

Bruce Wayne ended the communication.

There is no point in talking any further.In a few words, he felt the determination of Charles Xavier-the decisions of heroes will not be changed casually.

If they want to be saved, they will do their best to save them.

No difficulty can stop the hero's progress.

So Bruce directly activated plan B: send an extremely powerful person—who can defeat all conspiracies with brute force, and who can check the status of Yarlin Ken at all times to prevent him from being in danger—to protect him.

Such a person, on earth, only...

——Superman

The son of Krypton, the god of the world.

Only he can protect Yarlin Ken without any trace and airtight, and minimize hidden dangers.

Clark Kent gets a text from Batman.

Although the two are members of the Justice League, their relationship is not particularly close. After all, the bat almost killed him, and after his death, he resurrected him for the invasion of the Steppenwolf... Clark's mood is still complicated.

His battles with his Kryptonian brethren did take so many casualties that he was deemed a "threat".

He understood what the bat did, but he was also angry.

Clark Kent didn't want to be Superman at all.

He can't choose his genes.Heat rays, super hearing, super vision... These special functions have made him tortured, doubting his own existence, and suffering endlessly.

His adoptive father, until his death, helped him conceal his identity.

If possible, Clark hopes that he can be an ordinary boy in a small town, not having to choose between Krypton and Earth, not having to kill the last compatriots to protect the Earth, not being feared and admired by people...

It's not easy to be a hero.

It is not easy to be a hero's relatives and friends.

Once criminals develop resentment against heroes, it is often the people that heroes value who suffer the most—for thousands of years, villains have been keen to take hostages.However, this method has been tried and tested repeatedly, and the effect is amazing.

Ordinary life.

It's what heroes who can't let go of their responsibilities desperately desire.

Therefore, Clark accepted the unspoken rule of "stay away from Yarlin Ken".

did not expect……

【From: Wayne

Charles Xavier reached out to him. 】

Although there was only a short sentence, Clark understood the message Bruce wanted to convey: What are you going to do?Leave it alone?Or put him in the protection circle?

……How to do.

Clark's memory rewinds unconsciously.

He thought of the battleship that had descended upon the ruins.

A beautiful boy with silver hair and green eyes curled up in the battleship.Tears fell on the young man's eyelashes, mixed with a sense of despair and bewilderment, and kept falling down, making the suspended him slightly stunned.

A child as weak as a baby animal.

He was sent out of Krypton by his parents and landed on the earth. He should have been adopted by the kind-hearted Kent couple in the same weak posture.

Clark sighed softly and texted back.

[I will go to Midtown High School for an exclusive interview today. 】

Arlin is hiding from Peter Parker.

He can bear the criticism and rejection of others, he can ignore the nickname of "freak", and he can be hostile or disgusted.

But he couldn't stand overly friendly looks.

The young man was full of energy, clear and bright, with a dazzling expression like a gleaming stream, which could illuminate his dirt and make him invisible.

Arlin Ken was unworthy of friends.

So he skipped class.

Yarlin sat on the steps, listening to the booing or questions and answers coming from the classroom, aimlessly drooping his eyelashes, looking at the dusty concrete floor.

- "Grumble."

It's the sound of wheels rolling.

He turned his head and saw Charles Xavier.

... Didn't come alone?

Arlin's eyes moved up: the one pushing the wheelchair was a handsome young man with black hair and blue eyes.The young man was wearing a suit, with a video camera hanging around his neck and a recording pen in his pocket.

...reporter?

"Hello, Arlin."

The young man bent his sky-blue, clear and clean eyes, showing a very bright smile, and looked very sunny, like a golden retriever dog.

He said, "I'm Clark Kent."

"The reporter from the Planet Daily came to do an exclusive interview on campus." Charles added, "Well...is it my friend?"

"..."

Another one, very smiling

gentle person.

Yaerlin squeezed the strap of her schoolbag tightly, lowered her head, bit her lower lip with her teeth, and her green eyes were slightly covered by her silver-white hair.

The throbbing pain in his chest choked his breath.

He was almost scalded by kindness.

As a "sinner", he has no right to be treated gently by others.These extraordinarily beautiful smiles, especially warm tone of voice, and unusually tolerant eyebrows...all pierced his heart like thorns.

Charles quietly connected his thoughts——

The hands stretched out to him all had spikes.

The moment it touched him, it pierced his arm, cheek, and heart.His world bleeds and melts into deeper darkness.

There was a gleam of water in Charles' eyes.

The man withdrew his ability to synchronize his thoughts, but was deeply affected by that sticky sadness, and his mood couldn't help but feel a little heavy.

"Clark, go for an exclusive interview."

He pretended to be calm, and tried his best to suppress his annoyance: "You have to hand in the manuscript by tomorrow morning. Time is tight, so you don't have to push me to the principal's office."

"...Arlin will help me."

Clark blinked in confusion.

...Due in tomorrow morning?

The interview is just an excuse, how can you be so rushed?

Superman muttered to himself.

However, out of his trust in "the strongest telepath in the world", he nodded his head and said "hmm".

Only Yarlin and Charles were left under the stairs.

Like the first meeting in the gorgeous sunset, Charles rummaged through his pockets and found a candy in a cute package.

"Eat?"

He raised the corners of his lips, a spring-like softness appeared in his light gray eyes, and his tone was like water, splashing lightly into Yarlin's eardrums: "Is it my reward for 'hiring' you?"

……remuneration?

Yarlin, who regained his composure a little, glanced at his leg: the principal's office is not close, and there is no elevator, so he can only climb the stairs.

It's okay to help, but...

The young man felt the pain in his arm, thinking about his own unluckiness, and fell into a tangle.

……should be no problem?

Misfortune is a punishment that belongs to him alone, it cannot be avoided, and it will not affect other people.If he fell down the stairs, Mr. Xavier was unharmed.

Then...

"what--"

"Get out of the way!!!"

A loud roar called his attention back.

Yaerlin looked at the source of the sound: the sports equipment held by the strange boy suddenly rushed out of his arms and flew into the air——

Straight to Yarlin's position.

This phenomenon is very strange and unreasonable.

——It is the punishment of the "God of Death".

At this urgent moment, Yarlin's mind went blank.He didn't have time to think about anything, he could only subconsciously and hastily cover Charles Xavier completely with his body.

Luckily there are wheelchairs.

Otherwise I couldn't completely cover Mr. Xavier.

Along with his happiness, there were successive "bang" and "bang" sounds of instruments hitting the flesh/body repeatedly echoing within a few seconds.

"...Arlin?"

Charles embraced him tremblingly: "How are you?"

The boy's blood dripped onto Charles.

Blood-red flowers bloomed in the man's clothes.Yarlin's silver hair was wet with blood, his delicate and flawless face was painted with bright colors, and his fine eyelashes were also painted with moist red.

A brain injury clouded his sanity.

Although it is vaguely clear that the "Reaper" has never affected innocent people and prefers precise strikes, but——

"Great."

Yarlin half-kneeled in front of Charles, showing such a joyful and frank gesture for the first time.His tears mixed with blood, washing his slender eyelashes over and over again.

"Great."

He wept with joy: "I didn't kill you."