[Comprehensive Yingmi] It’s all the face that hurt me

Atar paused: "What else?"

Chris stared at him: "...Let me pass on a word for you, 'Memories will come back'."

Because of this sentence, Atar was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "I see."

Then, he asked in his heart: "System, when will you give me the final reward—that is, my memory?"

There was a trace of certainty in Atar's words, which made the system unable to say any other words to conceal this fact...

His guess was right, he was Atal.

But it's not the same, because the system is not the one who made the decision half a year ago.

"Give me an explanation." Atal asked calmly, with one side of his body accidentally leaning on Chris's shoulder.

The other party was stunned for a moment, but instead of avoiding it, he moved closer to Atar and asked.

"Still, is it cold?"

... From this point of view, Chris seems unexpectedly dull in some places, and his brain circuit is occasionally strange.

But this is also good, Atar can breathe a sigh of relief, not to explain the uneasy heart at the moment, because Chris doesn't seem to care very much.

"Do as I say, and you will get the result in the end." The system replied, and no matter how Atar called him in his heart, he couldn't get any other response.

Forget it, he'll figure it out sooner or later.

Or even simpler, he can ask the insider, and he doesn't have to play with the system here, guessing and answering, it's really meaningless.

Chris turned his head to look at him for a while, then touched his head and said, "What ability have you awakened so far?"

Atar came back to his senses and began to count with his fingers: "...Super strength and super hearing, but these two are ineffective and unstable."

After he finished speaking, the blond-haired Kryptonian boy fell into deep thought. Then, Atal saw the other party's eyes suddenly light up, as if he had thought of some good idea.

"Let's start with superpowers," Chris said.

Atar put his hand on the globe on the high-rise building of Planet Daily, and said, "Is that so..."

The next moment, it was as easy as dipping his hand into the water, and his hand smashed into the reinforced concrete, directly piercing the globe.

Atar showed embarrassment, and he subconsciously wanted to pull out his hand, but he didn't expect that this slight movement would cause a chain reaction, and he heard a clear cracking sound coming from his ear.

He immediately looked down, a crack appeared from the recessed place of his hand, and it was still spreading, like a cracked human spine, whining overwhelmed.

Atal retreated guiltily, but when he pulled his hand out, the ball...

Cracked down the middle.

Chris: "..."

With sharp eyesight and quick hands, he quickly grabbed Atar's back collar, and then quickly flew up with him, only to avoid the tragic ending of falling into it.

Chris paused, but he knew that he couldn't hurt the other party's self-esteem at this time, so he dryly squeezed out a compliment: "Hmm... very good, just a little impatient."

Atar was ashamed: "..."

"It's really, really good," Chris said.

Atal also knew how much he weighed, so he just wanted to get into the cracks in the ground even more, and disappeared on the spot.

"..."

Chris held him like a squirrel with one hand, and pushed the half ball with the other, trying to close them.

Under the Kryptonian's super strength, they slowly approached, then squeezed together, and finally changed from spherical to oval, and the crime scene was barely covered.

Seeing that Attar looked like he had done something wrong, Chris comforted him: "It's okay, this is a newspaper owned by Wayne Enterprises."

"..." Atal.

Chris, he felt even more uncomfortable when you said that.

"Well, let's go make something fun."

Chris said that he suddenly laughed, and quickly flew in front of a building with Attar in his hand.

Atar took a quick look, and found that this towering building was marked with a huge "Lex Group" symbol.

Lex Luthor's company...

Speaking of which, Atar broke his promise to him. He promised that he would not take the initiative to find Superman, but in the end he broke his promise. I don't know how the other party is feeling now, and whether he has made any abcd removal plan for him because of this.

Chris said: "This is the way Damian taught me to reduce stress."

...Suddenly, an ominous premonition flooded Atar's heart.

The next moment, he saw Chris put his hands on the floor-to-ceiling glass on the highest floor, they looked like soap bubbles under the pressure of Kryptonian power, they were quickly punctured and shattered to the ground, in the faint light Like stars all over the place.

Chris then took out a coin from his pocket and knocked out the monitor.

Glass Killer Chris landed on this floor, he let go of Atar's back collar, and walked to the desk, in Atar's sight, he pulled out a pen, then tore off a piece of paper, thinking Think, write a name.

Atar poked his head over curiously, and found that the other party wrote "Red Robin".

Under his puzzled gaze, Chris explained: "This is not my code name, but writing this usually makes Damian very happy."

Atal: "..."

He felt a little sympathy for the red Robin Tim Drake who was far away in Star City. Chris, the scapegoat, was so fresh and natural that he didn't know what to say for a while.

And Chris was even looking at Atal, so he had no choice but to nod against his conscience, and showed an encouraging smile by the way.

"Very stress-free."

Sorry, Tim and Lex.

Let's hope Lex doesn't explode in anger when he comes back...

Because he caught a glimpse of Lex's name printed on the metal nameplate on the desk, indicating that this was the other party's office, and if it was him, he would also have collapsed because of this unexpected accident.

It has to be said that Atal suddenly had a feeling that Damian had spoiled Chris.

Seeing that the sun was about to rise, the meager morning light gradually revealed its light from the heavy night, and the two quickly left the crime scene and returned to Superman's apartment in the metropolis, like a pair of Kryptonians wreaking havoc late at night. Boy Thieves.

This thought made Atal want to laugh, but Chris obviously didn't get the point, so he had to hold back the laughter.

Maybe in the future they can make a combination.

When he finally landed on the ground, Atar yawned uncontrollably, and he became a little sleepy.

Chris came in after him, then closed the balcony door, and said, "I have classes in the morning, but not in the afternoon. I have to go to school, can you stay at home?"

Atal nodded, that's no problem, he's not a kid anymore.

However, the word school aroused his curiosity, because Atar hadn’t experienced the feeling of going to school yet, this word was very strange to him, he tried to pull out relevant memories in his memory, but there was none at all, He didn't go to school, did he...?

As if seeing through what Atar was thinking, Chris walked towards the living room and said, "Well...you are a tutor, right? After all, it's Quinn, the habit of rich people."

He took out his schoolbag from under the sofa. Chris had the habit of packing things in advance, so at this time he just checked to see if he had brought all the things he needed.

But when he finished checking, he raised his head, only to find that Atar was looking at him, with a hint of imperceptible expectation in his eyes, those eyes seemed to say, "Take me, can you, I promise not to make trouble of".

Chris held on for a few seconds, then failed, he was getting easier and easier to compromise...

Don't know why.

He rubbed his temples: "...that's fine, you can go to school with me today."

Chris only has biology class in the morning, and as long as you hand in your homework in advance, the teachers in the public school don’t care what you do during class time. Since Atal wants to go to the school to have a look, then Chris can accompany him around. This is not difficult.

Going to school is normal for someone his age, but Attar has no idea what it's like to be around his peers.

So a little soft-hearted...

Chris nodded, and Atal's eyes lit up. He sat on the sofa and asked courteously, "Do I need to bring anything? Should I also carry a bag?"

"No," Chris said. The management of the school he attended was not strict, and he didn't have to wear school uniforms. "Just go with me."

Then, Chris asked Atar to wait on the sofa, and he went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for two, and put it on the coffee table in the living room.

When they finished eating, it was almost six o'clock, and the first class was at seven o'clock, so there was plenty of time.

If he was alone, Chris would go to school by bicycle, but with an extra Attar, he decided to walk to school, so that he could introduce the route of the metropolis to the other party on the way——

Moreover, Chris also thought about it seriously. If Atal wanted to stay in the Metropolis, he would apply to Clark and let him go to the same high school as him, so that he could take care of Atal so that he would not be in the school. Those bad students bully each other...

Although unlikely.

"I lost my glasses."

Atal didn't think about it until he was about to leave the house. Now he is using the real one. I don't know if it will affect the travel.

"...it's okay," Chris said calmly, and casually took out a pair of glasses from his shoulder bag and put them on the bridge of Atar's nose, "Most of them only think you look good, but they don't expect connections in it."

—Maybe, don’t even think about it.

Because they don't think that Superman or Bruce Wayne will appear among them. This is the qualitative thinking of ordinary people. For heroes like Chris and Superman who don't wear masks at all, psychological hints are very useful.

When Chris said this, Atar was relieved, he followed his pace, and the excitement hovered in his heart like a bird, almost leaving his chest.

Although he tried to be calm and kept a stern face, Chris could still feel that little flowers bloomed around the other party, and he was obviously in a very happy mood.

Is it so easy to be happy?Chris thought, because it was so satisfying, he thought Atal was kind of cute.

……

On the way to school, Attar discovered that Chris was very popular, like all the students knew him, whether they were senior or junior.

Many of their peers on their route, apparently from a school, greeted Chris and smiled at him.

Chris smiled back at them one by one, but Atal could feel that there was very little sincere emotion in it, and it even seemed a little pale.

"Do you know them all?" Attar asked, stepping over a low railing blocking the way, a car sped past him.

Chris walked side by side with him. The former carried a schoolbag on one shoulder and pulled Atal a little to the side of the road without looking sideways before answering: "I don't know, I don't know, I don't want to know."

Atar was taken aback by the three consecutive denials, which was too straightforward.

They walked for a while, and soon came to the gate of the school. Crowds of students were scattered and chatting in different places. He cast his gaze, obviously, Chris is the man of the school.

He has outstanding looks, excellent grades, can play basketball and guitar, and is very popular among boys and girls, no matter who he is, he likes him very much.

Then they passed a bunch of chattering girls.

"Hey, Chris," a curly-haired girl called out his name, and Atar looked over, "Have you found someone for your dance party?"

Chris stopped in his tracks, and he turned to look at the girl with a gentle expression.

"Sorry, I have something to do at home that day, so I won't be at the dance."

The other party was obviously disappointed, but still said nothing.

Chris smiled apologetically at her, then pulled Attar away, and continued to walk into the teaching building.

"Prom?" Attar asked.

"Well, prom, I'm going to college." Chris said, he's already, graduating this year, "...boring stuff."

"Any colleges you're interested in?"

"I don't know..." Chris has already received olive branches from several universities. He thought about it for a while and didn't have a preferred institution. "It depends."

Attar's heart moved: "What about Miskatonic University?"

He thought of the university emblem left in his diary, and thinking about it now, this must not be an ordinary university.

Christ paused: "They also sent me an invitation. What? Do you want to go there in the future?"

Atar hesitated for a moment, then nodded, so be it.

"In this case...it's a coincidence," Chris thought for a while, and said, "One of their professors held a seminar here this morning. It's the lecture hall at the corner of the first floor. You can Go and listen, and I will find you when the time comes."

This was something Attar didn't expect.

"Can you?" he asked.

Chris tore off the student nameplate pinned to his chest, and put it in Atar's hand: "Go, just don't run around."

He glanced at his watch, and the bell would ring in ten minutes, so Chris stroked his hair naturally, and then the figure with a shoulder bag quickly disappeared at the stairs.

Attar put Chris' school card in his pocket, then walked in the direction he pointed, and found the lecture hall.

It seems that there is still some time before the symposium starts. There are only two or three people sitting in the hall, and most of them lie on the table to catch up on sleep.

Atar looked around, only a brown-haired boy was frantically writing something in a notebook while lowering his head, and at the same time kept chanting, with an expression as if the sky was about to fall, and his dark circles were almost drooping. The corners of the mouth looked depressed and depressed.

On the left side of him sat a slightly chubby Asian boy, who was excitedly asking something, while the brown-haired boy replied one after another, showing a very listless look.

Atar stared at the other party, and unexpectedly found that he was an acquaintance.

...However, why is he in Metropolis?

While thinking, he walked towards the other party, and as the distance drew closer, he gradually heard intermittent conversations.

"Peter...! Don't be so busy doing homework, I heard that you went to the banquet at Quinn's house with Iron Man during the holiday! How is it? Is it fun?" The voice of the Asian boy asked, "You know the appearance of Superman reported on TV Did something happen?"

"Did someone really fall?"

"Ned...don't mention it." Peter sounded very helpless, with a trace of remorse and anger, "This is the worst banquet ever."

He was fidgeting about math problems and almost broke his pen.

... He witnessed his friend fall from a tall building.

Although the Green Arrows took countermeasures and convinced the media that it was not Atar who fell from the building, but a passerby who committed suicide, Peter still recognized who that figure was.

This made him sleepless all night, and then he was sent back by helicopter by Mr. Stark early in the morning. After all, his vacation was only two days, and he had to return to normal school time.

Fortunately, today the school organized students to go to this high school in the metropolis for exchange and study. Peter had the opportunity to sleep for half an hour on the school bus. Otherwise, he would have died suddenly due to lack of sleep, but he still had a lot of homework to do.

So he and his good friend Ned found a classroom to bury themselves in homework, and Ned was obviously very interested in this experience of his, so that he kept asking.

However, Peter didn't want to answer at all.

……

Atar walked towards Peter, thought for a while, and sat on his empty right hand side, but Peter was still concentrating on his homework and didn't notice his approach.

"Hi, Peter," he said dryly, tilting his head, "what are you doing here?"

Peter was stunned, he was very familiar with this voice, he suddenly threw away the automatic pen and looked to the side, and said excitedly in disbelief: "Attar..."

His voice froze.

Peter: "..."

Who is this strange face!

Peter was stunned, and the pen in his hand rolled under the table with a crisp clacking sound.

His good friend Ned cast his gaze over curiously, and asked, "I didn't know you knew someone in Metropolis..."

The next moment, his voice was also stuck.

Unprepared, Ned was flashed by Atar's facial features, and the bottom of his heart was instantly swamped by modal particles such as "fuck".

In all fairness, this is a face that both men and women will find very good-looking. It seems that he is the only one who has turned on the filter and looks very outstanding. It is not rare to have exquisite facial features. What is rare is the temperament of Atar's whole body——

It was impossible for this boy to be raised in an ordinary family. He must be from a good family background and belonged to the upper class that they had no access to at ordinary times.

"Wow..." Ned subconsciously said, "Peter, is this a friend you met at the banquet..."

The next moment, Peter rushed over. He pulled out the book with an elbow, but he didn't use his energy to reach out to pick it up. Instead, he covered the lower half of Atar's face, showing nervousness, and lowered his voice. : "Why...you just came out like this!"

Atar, whose face was forcibly covered: "..."

Why does Peter say that he looks like a prisoner who has not been released from prison, and he also looks like a performance artist performing a naked run on the spot.

He never thought that a short sentence could contain so many complex and tortuous emotions.

Peter should try to be a broadcasting host, he will definitely be popular, and Atar will show his own experience and spend money to praise him for his C debut.

Peter leaned into his ear and whispered anxiously.

"—I know your relationship with Bruce Wayne and Superman, Mr. Stark told me, you will definitely be recognized like this!"

Atar tried hard to break his hand away, and also whispered: "...No, no one will recognize it."

This is the truth, because no one had Peter's reaction during this journey. They were obviously caught in the "Clark-Superman Glasses Theorem", and they didn't recognize the familiar face of Atal at all.

"How come?" Peter was shocked, he tried to cover his face again, but was avoided by Atar, "Are they all fools?"

He left no room for a single sentence.

Atal: "..."

Because Peter's expression of anxiety for him was really sincere, so Atar had no choice but to comfort him again: "No, look, didn't the person next to you recognize it?"

He was referring to the Asian boy who was looking at the two of them at this moment, tactfully hinting that Peter should not be too nervous.

But Peter blurted out: "...No, how can Ned be considered a human being!"

Ned: ? ? ?What touching plastic friendship is this? !

His expression became complicated: "Peter... It shouldn't be like this to value sex and despise friends. I warn you, you are a bad buddy, and you will lose me because of it."

And Peter has already dug out a hat from his backpack and handed it to Atar, insisting that he wear it.

Atal had no choice but to take the hat and put it on top of his head, and said to Ned, who was ignored by the side: "Hello."

"Hi, can you introduce this friend?..."

Before Ned finished speaking, he saw Peter hugging Attar, his voice choked up: "...that's great, as long as you're fine. I'm really worried about you."

Even though Peter knew it was Superman who took him, he couldn't help but worry about whether Atal was injured, but now it seems that he is not, which makes Peter feel relieved.

As if he had let go of a heavy burden, Peter couldn't control himself, he couldn't wait to give his little friend a hug.

"I should have caught you," said Peter dryly.

Atal paused, feeling a little guilty all of a sudden. He reached out and stroked Peter's brown hair, and said, "I'm sorry."

The next moment, Ned began to pack his books: "I'm leaving."

Got it, the light bulb retreats.

The first rule of the man behind the superhero: know the current affairs, look at the occasion, and not be an eyesore.

At the same time, he gave Peter a thumbs up.

Atal: "..."