[Comprehensive British and American] The villain is beaten daily

Malicious.

This malice, almost from the soul, tasted to Lydia, it was fishy and disgusting, mixed with the smell of sour alcohol, disturbing one's dreams.

Lydia frowned slowly in her sleep, then opened her eyes for a moment, stretched out her white arm, and held the other wrist holding a sharp fruit knife.

The gray-green pupils were much deeper under the dim light, almost dyed black.

Lydia's eyes attracted almost all the brilliance, like a little bit of cold star in the dim room.

But her sight was not in focus, she just held the wrist that was attacking her, and then exerted force, forcing that hand to let go of the fruit knife it was holding, and it fell on the thick and soft carpet, making a muffled sound in the silent night. ring.

The blurred vision gradually became clear, Lydia blinked, and finally saw the sluggish Jenny clearly.

Her brain is still covered with a layer of tulle, but the expression on her face is stretched and relaxed, her red lips are slightly parted, Lydia pulls out a seductive smile, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows are dyed with a different kind of charm: "It's so late come to me?"

As he spoke, his gray-green eyes rolled, and he glanced at the fruit knife on the ground. His crisp voice was a little hoarse because of the drowsiness before: "...What do you want to do?"

Jenny was stared at by those gloomy and devilish eyes, and instantly broke out in a cold sweat, her scalp was numb, and her alcohol-infected brain woke up in an instant.

What is she doing?

She... what the hell is she doing?

Ah, she was facing Lydia, that damned Lydia Lexie.

Jenny hated her, hated her, hoped that she would get out of her sight forever, wished Lydia would die sooner.

She couldn't wait any longer, so now, with the help of alcohol, she wanted to do it herself.

The alcohol disappeared from her body, and Jenny's face turned pale, as if regretting and fearing, but the raging malice could not be concealed at all.She wanted to free her wrist from Lydia's palm, and even wanted to pick up the fruit knife on the ground again. Even if she couldn't kill her, she would leave an indelible scar on her disgusting face .

But meeting those eyes, Jenny hardly dared to move under Lydia's gaze.

Jenny's face was pale, her forehead was soaked in cold sweat, and her back was almost drenched in cold sweat.

"I..." Her lips trembled, "I... fell asleep and went to the wrong room."

"Is that so?" Lydia had a half-smile, "You don't forget to take a knife when you're drowsy?"

Saying that, she casually let go of her hand, allowing Jenny to withdraw her wrist.

"Yes, yes..." Jenny recited in a low voice, while backing away, she flew out of Lydia's room, not even daring to pick up the fruit knife on the ground.

The red-haired girl was left alone for a few seconds.

Lydia woke up completely.

She also broke out in a cold sweat, covered her beating heart, lowered her head again, and buried her face in her hands.

Lydia had never doubted herself so much as this time.

Jenny wants to kill her.

The girl couldn't help being confused.Is she really... really so annoying?

Lydia's hands were shaking.She got up, took the charging mobile phone at the end of the bed, and slid through the strings of names in the address book with her fingertips, stopping on "Matthew Murdoch".

Move up again and silently delete the previously forgotten number "Hannibal Lecter".

Lydia thought and thought in the silent night, and finally called the police.

When the phone was hung up, Lydia clutched her chest and slowly exhaled.

***

In the second half of the night, Lydia had no chance to sleep again.

Before three o'clock in the morning, the police came to the door, and several dormitories were awakened.Lydia put on her coat, silently watched the police collect evidence, and took Jenny and Lydia back to the police station.

The girl who was the victim was silent and quiet, but another girl who was suspected of being the victim struggled and cried, constantly saying that it wasn't her, it was just a misunderstanding, and so on, so she almost cried and knelt down for Lydia to beg her to testify.

Lydia stepped back silently but resolutely, out of the way.

She has been soft for too long, and everyone thinks she is easy to bully.This time she didn't want to forget it, didn't want to forgive.

Lydia stayed at the police station from early morning to noon, and then left the reception room under the comfort of the female police officer.

She was sitting at the door, holding a hot chocolate that was warm and exuded a sweet fragrance. The sweet taste stained the tip of her tongue, but Lydia was still thinking about the whole thing, and her eyes were a little blank.

[I think I'm right,] She also seems to need a little encouragement, [It's her who wants to hurt me, it's not me forcing her to buy knives and wine, and it's not me forcing her to come to my room in the middle of the night. 】

The system affirmed her: [Yes, you are right. 】

The cold heart suddenly felt warm because of the affirmation of the system.

Lydia rubbed her cheeks and forced a smile.

System: [Why...don't you contact your brother? 】

[Lex is still in Washington.Don't bother him with this little matter. 】The world's number one best sister said, 【I can't go to Lex for everything.I'm no longer the one who dares not do anything, the system. 】

Lydia suddenly felt very proud, clenched her small fists, and silently cheered herself up.

She drank the remaining half cup of hot chocolate in one gulp, threw away the disposable paper cup, and left the Metropolitan Police Station.

As soon as he left the house, a voice said a long series of sentences like reciting lines: "Hi, I'm sorry to bother you, I'm Clark Kent, a reporter from the social news section of "Planet Daily", and I'm convenient to interview you——Lexie ?”

The red-haired girl blinked and gave a shy and lovely smile: "Hi, Kent."

Clark: "..."

Clark met Lydia a total of three times.

The first time it was in the hospital, Lydia was attacked and injured;

At the end of the second meeting, Lydia and Clark were robbed together;

For the third time, Lydia seemed to be the protagonist of the target news, the center of an article like "The female high school student has a complicated mind, and this kind of thing happened in the dormitory late at night-" .

...is simply a poor little unlucky one.

Clark pushed his glasses back, looking even more embarrassed.

Today's little reporter is wearing a suit that doesn't fit well. He leans forward and his shoulders are a little slumped. He is obviously tall and strong, but he always makes himself look stupid and stupid.

He still held the notebook used to record the content of the interview in his hand, and his face was full of embarrassment: "...are you okay."

Lydia shook her head, her voice soft and soft: "I'm fine, thank you, Kent."

Lydia has a good impression of Clark.

He helped her the first time we met, and he was a big, goofy guy—Lydia missed his conversation with Lex—should be a good guy.

Clark shook the interview book in his hand and coughed dryly: "As long as you're fine. Sorry, it's work, so...uh..."

The red-haired girl laughed, and the moles at the corners of her eyes changed angles with the corners of her eyes: "Do you know where the desserts are delicious?"

Clark really does know.

Holding his deflated wallet, he took Lydia to a stylish and private coffee shop.This place was brought here by someone he interviewed before. The price of the same kind of thing is dozens of times higher than usual.

As a poor superstar whose full-time job earns a dead salary, and his part-time job doesn’t make any money, and Bruce Wayne pays for the war damage, Clark has lost all his money.

Whether it's out of caring for Lydia who is sad, or because she is Lex's sister.

Lydia sat quietly, shaking the spoon in the coffee cup, making a mess of the latte art.

The red-haired girl had something on her mind and wanted to say something. When facing the reporter, Lydia told the story from her own point of view.

"...I don't know," she stared at the liquid in her coffee cup, "I don't understand, Kent. I didn't do anything, I didn't care about anyone, I wanted to be friends with each of them, but It turned out that everyone hated me, and there were people who wanted me dead."

In a sense, Clark understood Lydia's thoughts very well.

The little girl seems to have concealed a little bit of content, which is harmless.

Lydia was really distressed, and Clark couldn't help but listen to her heartbeat and knew she was telling the truth.

"May I call you Lydia?"

After Lydia nodded in acquiescence, Clark pushed his glasses, and tried to comfort her with a stupid tongue: "It's not your fault, Lydia. You didn't do anything wrong. You're fine, you didn't do anything wrong. You just ...meet some people who don't want to know you."

It's like when Clark Kent turned into Superman, he obviously didn't do anything to others, and even everything he did was to help, and there were always some human beings who did not hesitate to speculate on him with the greatest malice.

He announced his identity, he admitted that he is an alien, a Kryptonian, he disclosed his name Kal-El, and he was willing to coordinate with the government and various organizations. He just wanted to do something for The world offers help.

But there are still people who regard him as a thorn in the flesh, just like his former good friend - Lex Luthor.

But when Clark faced Lex, he still felt a little guilty.

He and Lex were classmates in high school, and the two "geeks" got together and became friends.

Clark wants to hide his identity and pretend to be mediocre; Lex always believes in the existence of aliens.He saw with his own eyes that the spaceship where the dog Krypto was on crashed into the earth, and he wanted to do his best to find the "answer" he wanted.

Clark almost exposed himself to Lex, and he even tried to tell the truth a few times.

But absolutely not.

Kal-El could do anything, and he wasn't afraid to put his true face on the world; but Clark Kent couldn't.He has parents, friends, and an ordinary life, Clark Kent is an undeniable earthling.

Clark had to stop Lex from continuing to explore, and could not give any reason.

With no explanation, Lex can only be disappointed that Clark has betrayed their friendship, not to mention that ten years ago, Lex saw that Clark and Lionel were connected.

His dream of becoming a scientist and leaving his father's mental torture was shattered.

The former Lex was not the qualified Luthor in Lionel's mind;

Later he was.

And their friendship ended ten years ago.

In the end, two former friends, one took over Luthor Enterprise, changed its name and developed it into the world's leading technology company Lex Group; the other returned from the universe after going through many tests and became a superman.

After all, it runs counter to it.