[Zhongyingmei] Born to be Superman

The moment the top of the sports car opened, Master Bruce, who had rolled in the mud in Nepal, quickly took a step back, Clark shrugged and said, "I heard Tony's movement, and you asked me to check it out. "Bruce snatched the remote control of the sports car from Clark's hand, closed the roof, and then let go of his pent up breath.

Picking up Tony by the trash can was not an accident at all, but Clark's super hearing was focused for a while and then he saw it with his own eyes, and the one who instructed Clark to pick up the trash was looking at him with a frown Maserati's co-pilot with that pile of vomit master Bruce.

There is no such thing as Ellie at all.

Clark blinked, he was not actually the playboy that people said, he just needed to get out of people's sight sometimes to do superhuman work, and when he left the crowd, he used the name of some invented girl, and over time— —

He became the Brucey Baby.

Bruce glanced at Clark, whose chest was no longer heaving and suffocating, and asked, "So how is he?"

"Crying." Clark joked. "We could form a trio of dead parents or something."

"Yeah, yeah," Bruce said, looking at Clark, who put the sports car remote control into his pocket, "You found the Kryptonian spaceship at the North Pole, and when you saw your father's AI, you cried your nose out too." Tears."

"Me! No! One! Snot! One! Tears!" Clarke emphasized: "I just shed tears, I don't even know them..."

"Okay, you didn't cry."

"I do not have!"

"Yes, you did not."

The tone of the two was relaxed, as if they were chatting about some happy topic, but both of them knew in their hearts that they were pretending to be relaxed. Although this topic was not a scar that they could not expose, their starting point, what they are working hard now The direction is all derived from this.

Bruce stares at Clark, who guiltily looks away.Then, Clark asked, "Why do you care so much about him?"

"A mentally healthy arms dealer is much less lethal than a stimulated arms dealer," Bruce replied, "Do you know how lethal the weapons designed by Little Stark are, if it weren't for old Stark Trade restrictions in Gotham, who knows what Gotham is like now."

Clark took out the keys of the SUV parked next to the sports car from his pocket, and threw it to Bruce. Bruce reacted quickly, and raised his hand to take it in his hand. Bruce opened the car door and said, "It's always me. You drive, Clark..."

Clark sat down in the passenger seat, and immediately responded: "God knows who dislikes me for driving slowly like an old lady... I was only at a medium speed, Bruce, at a medium speed!"

"Yeah," Bruce started the car, and said, "The speed limit is thirty to sixty, you can keep it above forty, and it's fine to drive to fifty, Clark."

Clark stared out the window. The SUV was heading towards the exit of the parking lot. Clark looked sideways at the small half circle of dust brought up by the drifting turn. Clark turned his head and said very seriously: "Safety is the most important thing, Bruce, safety is the most important thing. Alfred I don't care about you either."

"Jesus," Bruce listened to Clark's tone. Small-town boys have always been well-behaved. Bruce couldn't help but said, "You can fly close to the speed of light, Clark, and drive like an old lady! Did you know that Queen Elizabeth can drive like an old lady?" faster than you!"

Clark is used to it, and Bruce always compares him to that 80-year-old lady who is still racing.

Out of the corner of Bruce's eye, he saw Clark's unblinking blue eyes staring at him, Bruce's foot moved, and Clark watched with satisfaction as the needle on the dashboard moved from fifty to forty, and then, Clark Cai said: "I'm flying in the sky, and the nearest obstacle is several kilometers away from me. Although your driving skills and responsiveness are top in the world, drive slower when you don't need it!" Clark said.

Clark looked at his best friend seriously and intently, and said, "And what we are going to do, Bruce, requires us to be cautious."

The cautious education that Clark was instilled in him made him particularly worried about Bruce's sometimes adventurous spirit, although Clark knew in his heart that his friend couldn't be more cautious.

Bruce was silent, rubbing his right thumb on the steering wheel against the leather, then nodded.Clark looked at the way his friend took what he said to his heart, and leaned back relaxed. The sunlight passed through the glass of the SUV and shone on him without any shelter. Warm, like the sun.

Contrary to Clark's demeanor, Bruce's demeanor was slightly calm and gloomy. The dark city had a profound influence on him, and he fell silent, like the shadows cast by sunlight passing through the branches of trees.But Clark's lively, sunny enthusiasm is like a stone dropped into a deep well that breaks the silence of the well.

There was a bang, and the water splashed in all directions, stirring up the pool of stagnant water.

Clark felt that Bruce had a profound influence on him during his growing up. He built a complete outlook on life, values ​​and worldview under his big nerves, brushed away the despicable character, and added caution between vertical and horizontal. and meticulous.However, Clark's influence on Bruce is far greater than Clark imagined.

Intentionally or not, Bruce can see the light in this obscure and dark world, and marvel at the beauty of human nature.

Clark was warmed by the sun, he yawned, and the Sun Star said lazily: "Did you listen to what I talked to Tony just now?"

Bruce made a nasal "huh" and then, feeling that it wasn't enough emphasis, replied, "Yes." Yes, the National Gifted Kids Competition was Thomas Wayne's big entertainment competition to get his son to find a friend.

"That's not what I asked." Clark pulled the seat belt with his hand, slid down a little, and then said, "I have been curious since I was a child, why it is me."

"Father wants me to make a friend, I think, why not get acquainted with No.1." Bruce said calmly, "And I am extremely lucky to have met you."

No.1 of the first National Talented Children Competition glanced at his good friend. Clark grinned and said happily, "Haha, thank you for my brain, I got to know you."

He has a super brain that allows him to remember, so he will participate in that competition.

Bruce turned the steering wheel slightly, and the SUV drove off the overpass. Bruce raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and the prodigal son in the media's mouth showed a peaceful joy at this time, and he said: "Yes, thank you for your super brain, by chance, you became The person who knows me best in the world.”

"You're much smarter than me, Bruce," Clark repeated, putting his hand on his forehead, "No one knows the real you except me and Alfred."

How lucky, and no one else has such luck!

The small-town boy never hesitates to use good words for his best friend. His best friend's wisdom and creativity are unimaginable by others, comparable to little Stark. Clarke said: "And I, in this After years of studying, starting a business, working, and going public, I found what I really want to do, which is to speak for the dead."

Clark has always believed that the organ cloning technology that he saved lives, built a company, and praised by the world does not belong to him. It is the technology of Krypton, the technology from his hometown, and he is just a student and a porter.And after his Ph.D. in biological genetics, he enrolled in a Ph.D. in human forensic medicine.

Bruce looked ahead and said, "So, forensic, Superman?"

"Superman?" Clark paused and said, "Why Superman?"

Bruce replied word by word: "A person with extraordinary strength, Superman," Bruce said: "I have done prediction statistics, and the title that people will give you in the future is most likely to be Superman, to be precise, 90.00% [-]. "

Clark never questioned the data of his friends, he asked a little curiously: "What about [-]%?"

"Three-color man, cloak man." Bruce replied.

"Well," Clark made a drawn-out nasal sound, overflowing with disgust, he said: "Superman? A person with supernatural power? I am not an ordinary person after all, not even a person on Earth. I just want to help ordinary people, but Tricolor Man and Caped Man are too ugly." Clark looked at Bruce and said, "So you, playboy, Batman?"

Bruce tilted his head slightly, and before he spoke, Clark continued, "Ah, no, billionaire, Batman." Playboy is just Bruce's disguise, and billionaire is his apparent identity.

Clark listened carefully, and then said: "I heard the voice in the conference room of the Forbes magazine society, you are now the richest man in the world, but you don't know how long you can last."

Turning the steering wheel in Bruce's hand, the SUV made a U-turn and parked in the parking space. Bruce pulled out the car key, threw it into Clark's hand, and said, "It depends on when the crying man can relax." Come here." Clark heard the faint panting sound coming from his apartment, he glanced in the direction of the apartment, Tony was leaning against the wall of the entrance——

The man's eyes were red and swollen, his nose was running, and he was in a state of distress—but his spirit relaxed a little, and he was no longer a wire that would break at some point.

Clark stepped out of the co-pilot, looked at Bruce who had closed the driver's door, raised his hand to close the door, and said, "Why do you want me to get to know Tony, or do you use such a subtle way?"

Bruce organized the language, with a serious attitude, he said: "Tony Stark possesses the wisdom and talent, and his creativity can benefit the world, or destroy it."

Clark concluded sharply: "So I hope I have a certain degree of influence over him." Bruce nodded, Clark lowered his voice, and muttered: "I knew it, you plan to control it."

Bruce heard it clearly, and looked at Clark amusedly, and Clark gave him a fierce look, like a German-backed hound with bared teeth - fierce, but actually a big warm man.Clark raised his hands and walked towards the entrance with the supermarket logo. Bruce quickened a few steps, and the two stepped up the escalator leading to the supermarket side by side.

Standing on the escalator, Clark took out his wallet, rummaged through the coin purse, and found a one-dollar coin. As soon as he looked up, he met Bruce's blue eyes. Clark pretended to be fierce and said, "What are you looking at? Do you have any coins with you? Any bills under fifty dollars?"

Even the tip is handed to Bruce, how can there be such a thing as a jingling coin on him-do you imagine Bruce has jingling coins in his suit pants?

Clark stuffed the coin into Bruce's hand, and Bruce glanced at the coin in his hand with some doubts - so, what's the use of this coin?Bruce looked around quietly, but he didn't see anything that needed a one-dollar coin.

Bruce knew that Clark was not angry at all, but was just pretending to be annoyed. He still comforted him: "Clark, the light in you can attract people to go in a positive direction. I believe in you, and I will let you be that wayward little Stark's friend." , is his luck."

Look, don't underestimate Bruce's literary accomplishments.

After many years of experience, Clark still curled his fingers and scratched his chin. He said, "Tony...Tony is also a pure person. I am lucky to know him."

Bruce held the coin in his hand, with a calm expression on his face—he had been to the supermarket five times since he could remember, but coincidentally, he was accompanied by the same person each time.

Bruce's doubts were not answered until he saw the shopping cart parked at the entrance of the supermarket. The push handle of the shopping cart was installed with a chain connected to the front cart. There was a slit at the link of the chain for inserting coins. Loosen the chain.Bruce calmly inserted the coin in his hand into the slot, and the chain came loose.

Clark clicked his tongue twice, looking at Bruce's calm look, who can tell that the last time this gentleman entered the supermarket was five years ago?