[Zhongyingmei] Born to be Superman

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The owner of the apartment pressed the remote control to open the curtains, and the bright sunshine of New York passed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the guest room and shone on the person curled up in the gray quilt.The head of the person on the bed rested on the gray pillow, his black hair was messy, his hands on the quilt moved, and the morning light woke him up from his sleep.

Tony Stark, a newly promoted billionaire in New York——because of his parents' death, he inherited an unimaginable amount of inheritance. After deduction of an equally astonishing amount of inheritance tax, he still entered the top ten list of Forbes richest people.

But it never occurred to the arrogant playboy to wake up one day acting like trash, looking like trash, and smelling like trash—

Garbage is a very deep derogatory term. It itself refers to waste that is discarded by people. It can be used to describe waste that has lost its parents and is useless.

Tony's body smelled of a mixture of spoiled food and the sour taste of fermented liquid, and even though his shirt and pants were removed, there were tiny residues of garbage stuck in his hair.And on the pillow he was resting on right now, there was a strong sour smell.

What I have to describe is the smell of salted fish that has not been completely dried in the moldy fermented fruit juice, and then the bottle cap is unscrewed.

"Uh," the smell that hit his forehead stimulated Tony to wake up almost instantly, and Tony, who hadn't fully woke up, exclaimed in amazement: "what the hell?" Tony blocked his eyes, waiting for them to get used to the dazzling Sunshine, he looked around and said to himself in doubt: "Where am I?"

"My apartment." A voice came from behind, Tony turned his head abruptly, and the man continued: "The guest bedroom in my apartment, Mr. Stark."

The young man wearing glasses faced the sun, very handsome.

Mr. Stark always refers to Howard Stark, and he, Tony Stark, is Mr. Stark Jr.

"Tony, call me Tony," Tony said subconsciously, and as he spoke, the strong and pungent sour smell rushed straight into his nostrils like a sharp knife, and Tony could see clearly The person at the door of the guest bedroom said, "Hey, I know you. You are Clark Kent, the star boy from the biology school."

Tony watched Clark raise his eyebrows smartly when he heard the name "star boy", and Tony suddenly understood why girls like this boy-this rumor is half and half of his popularity in college The boy has a completely different but striking temperament from him.

Handsome and cute, chic and intelligent, and even though Clark is wearing a loose sweater and jeans, and wearing Armani's new men's glasses on the bridge of his nose, this person is also extremely perfect under the sunlight-this is what girls like, boys like it. A figure that kids are jealous of.

Even though the pair of blue eyes were separated by a layer of lenses, the streamer overflowing from the eyes made him feel trustworthy in addition to his gentle and calm temperament.

Then, Tony noticed a paper bag in Clark's hand, and heard Clark pick up the paper bag in his hand and asked, "Do you need a shower?"

The sour smell that seemed to come from the inside of the body rushed straight into Tony's nasal cavity. When Tony raised his hand, he saw a sticky dark green unknown dried stain on his sleeve. He pinched his nose " He vomited, and then said without hesitation: "Of course, I want to take a bath."

Tony paused, then asked, "Can I ask, why am I covered in garbage and smell like garbage?"

The tall and big apartment owner stared condescendingly at the "garbage" on the bed, Clark said, "Because, I picked you up by the trash can, Tony," and the small town boy pretended to be serious: "You should be glad it was me. I picked you up, not some black market organ dealer, not a malicious kidnapper, otherwise you would not be lying on the bed of the guest bedroom in my apartment with all your hair and tail like this, but in a small dark room that is dark inside."

Under the harassing hangover and headache, Tony barely remembered that late last night, after driving a sports car for three hours meaninglessly around the city, he randomly chose a bar on Bar Street, and drank alone at the bar counter. After drinking an unknown amount of spirits, he walked out of the bar in a daze, and walked half-awake on the dimly lit street, as if——

In the end, he fell headlong next to a trash can. When he fell, he tried to maintain his balance and tried to hold the trash can, but he pulled down the dark green trash can, and the trash can without a lid fell on him, exuding The foul-smelling garbage was scattered all over him.

"My...God! F..." Tony gasped for breath and let out a sigh, and the final sound was suffocated by the stench.

"Looks like you remembered what happened," Clark said, leaning against the doorframe of the guest bedroom, "so, after Ellie and I came out of the movie theater, we took a short cut through the back alley of the movie theater, and I was in the alley. I saw you sleeping in the garbage dump at the entrance. For the sake of the stock of Stark Industries, I did not call the police but took you home."

Tony was inexplicably touched when he heard Clark talking about Stark Industries' stock seemingly unintentionally.

Now the headlines of the major media in the United States only have two contents, one is the mourning and remembrance of the deceased Stark couple, and the second is the slander against him—Tony Stark.

He himself was depressed by the death of his parents, and Stark Industries' stock plummeted because of his parents' death - thinking with his toes, if the media found out that he was drunk on the street and dumped in the garbage three days after his parents' funeral News by the barrel, what to expect.

Tony raised his hand, he sucked his nose on his wrist, and then he couldn't help rolling his eyes at the indescribable smell, then Tony quickly lifted the quilt and rushed towards the bathroom of the guest bedroom, Pausing in front of the bathroom door, Tony turned his head and said, "I'm a little unsure now, are you taking a bath for me who is unconscious, or just taking off my clothes and letting me sleep like this all night, which is more a little better."

Clark walked into the guest bedroom, lifted the chair in the bedroom to the bathroom, and put the paper bag in his hand on the chair. He said, "I think it would be better to take off your clothes and let you just sleep for a night, after all , " Clark gestured to rub his thighs in a vain gesture, and he said, "I still feel..."

"Yeah," Tony picked out a word: "It's quite difficult to describe." A 1.9-meter-old young man faced another man, raising his hands up and down with the water, and Tony shivered as he imagined that scene.

This is a picture that straight men cannot bear.

It's enough to think about it.

"After all, I've only bathed a good boy, my little Krypton," Clark said.

"Little Krypton?" Tony paused, looking at the handsome young man, his mind worth tens of billions froze for a moment, and then said in a slightly fluttering tone, "Have you ever bathed a boy?"

goodboy - often used to refer to dogs, but Tony didn't think about it in that direction.

"Yes, that's right, Tony, shut up," Clark said, "Little Krypton is my dog."

Tony regained his strength and glared fiercely at the young man who misled him—hugging the quilt fiercely.

Clark shrugged, very satisfied with his humor, shrugged, and said to Tony: "Take a shower, Tony, you smell really...over-fermented!"

It's over-fermented, what are you talking about! What are you talking about!Tony snorted, and walked into the bathroom without looking back.

After Mr. Stark washed and stripped himself, dried his hair, put on the sweater and pants that Clark had prepared for him, stepped on a pair of rubber slippers and walked out of the guest bedroom, he smelled the fragrance coming from downstairs .

Tony walked down the stairs and walked towards the place where the fragrance came from. He glanced at the study next to the stairs, through the French windows in the living room, and saw the roof of the Salivia Building, a landmark in New York in the distance. Tony said "Oh ", with interest, he walked to the door of the kitchen, watching the "star boy" whom the girls love wearing an apron, with his back turned to him, stirring the pot.

"Oh my God, it smells so good." Tony said with emotion.

Clark turned his head and said: "Wait another 2 minutes, Tony, we can have lunch, Chinese lunch, pineapple sweet and sour pork, steamed cabbage, and custard, I learned the craft from a Chinese chef, [-]% Chinese taste .”

Tony put his hands on the door frame and said, "I can't wait." Tony's intuition told him that the person in front of him might be his best friend in the future.

"Did you rent this place?" Tony asked without words.

"No, I bought it." Clark said somewhat unexpectedly: "There is no house price below 5000 million US dollars nearby, but this apartment is actually very cheap. I only needed 1000 million US dollars when I bought it. It was the first fixed asset I invested in."

Tony wasn't surprised, it was clear he was in the know about something.

Clark added a little chicken essence to the bubbling pineapple sweet and sour pork, and skillfully poured the sweet and sour pork into the dinner plate. Clark held the pineapple sweet and sour pork in one hand, opened the oven with the other, and brought out the warm steamed cabbage. Tony asked After getting up, Clark walked out of the kitchen with the dishes, and put the meat and vegetables on the dining table.

Clark opened the cabinet and asked, "Can you use chopsticks?"

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Clark took out two porcelain bowls, two dinner plates, two pairs of chopsticks, and three spoons, and said, "Take out the tableware for me, Tony." Tony gestured "yes" and carefully held the porcelain Bai's tableware came out of the kitchen. Clark turned on the rice cooker, put on anti-scalding gloves, and brought out two egg custards.

As soon as Clark walked out of the kitchen, he saw Tony holding two bamboo chopsticks, holding a piece of sweet and sour meat with difficulty, reaching his neck, trying to bite the piece of meat with his mouth open, and the meat held by the bamboo chopsticks was being sent The moment before it was put into the mouth, it landed on the table.

Clark laughed out loud.

"Hey!" Tony raised his head and shouted angrily: "It's not my fault. Don't the chopsticks used by people generally have the kind of auxiliary equipment equipped on the top of the chopsticks? Instead of two sticks!"

Clark walked into the kitchen quickly, took out the props from Tony's mouth from the cabinet, handed the small equipment to Tony with a serious face, and said, "This is not called knowing how to use chopsticks," Clark used the two tools from Tony's mouth skillfully. The stick picked up a piece of meat and brought it to his mouth very easily. He asked, "Tony, do you know what this little piece of equipment is called?"

What responded to him was Tony's big angry eyes and an angry response: "What?"

"Children's Auxiliary Chopstick Corrector," Clarke said jokingly.

Tony glared at Clark angrily, changed the subject decisively, and asked, "So, why did you only pay 1000 million for this apartment?" Clark's gag played down the sadness and irritability that he couldn't resolve.

Tony put the piece of meat wrapped in orange juice into his mouth, and the smell of meat with the aroma of pineapple and tomato spread in his mouth. Tony boasted bluntly: "It's great, Clark, it's great!"

"Tragedy story, bankrupt banker, unpaid bills, corner study, bang!" Clark replied.

"So this is a haunted house," Tony raised his head, twisted his hands and froze, and asked vigilantly, "Don't tell me it's the one I slept in last night?"

"It's the study by the stairs." Clark gave a thumbs up, compared to his back, and said, "I'm not that cruel, Tony, I'm a sweetheart."

The two were chatting, and after eating Chinese food, the cups and plates were messed up, even though Clark could see that Tony was preoccupied and had no appetite.

"Yeah, sweetheart, sweetheart," Tony said, "so, your last night girl, Lena, Avril Lavigne or something?"

"Ellie, it's Elle, Tony," Clark said, glancing at Tony who was watching the joke, "Ellie thinks she doesn't want to spend the night with someone who chooses a piece of trash between a piece of trash and a beautiful woman, So, she slapped me and turned away."

Tony wasn't annoyed at all, even though Clark described him as a bit of trash.

Clark sat on the other side of the dining table, and he watched Tony's deep brown eyes droop slightly, looking at the empty custard bowl on the table like a flower, those eyes, like the vast universe, were full of sadness , Clark's keen observation made him realize that although the little Stark prince who has been doing whatever he wants for more than 20 years has a calm and composed appearance, and a smiling face——

In fact, his heart was filled with sadness, unresolved sadness.

Somewhat abruptly, Tony said: "I have no friends, Clark, but you look like my friends, you are not those who try to please me, and you are not those who think they know me but are stupid, you Very smart."

Tony has never had this kind of casual conversation, as if he has known each other for many years. Tony knows very well that this person in front of him is not only much smarter than what others describe, but also very considerate and patient.

Clark was opposite Tony, and asked with a smile, "Why do you think I'm smart?"

"Seriously, Clark?" Tony rolled his eyes, and he said: "New technology biotechnology companies, gene cloning and organ transplantation technology, you have saved countless lives and also earned wealth. Although you live a rather low-key life, Clark, but I've read all the papers you've written, Clark, and they're creations across time."

"Your company hasn't gone public yet..." Tony commented casually: "But once it goes public, your achievements will surpass that golden retriever in Metropolis... Go public soon, Clark, I've seen that golden retriever upset for a long time."

Clark knew exactly who the golden retriever Tony was talking about, but he didn't say anything. The golden retriever was much more complicated than ordinary people understood.

Tony looked up, and he said, "And I, I'm just little Stark." Tony put the emphasis on the word little.

Maybe it was because Tony and Clark were not familiar, or maybe it was because Tony needed to confide something to someone at this time, and he began to criticize himself sharply.