[Comprehensive British and American] The villain is beaten daily

It's hard to say how things came to this.

Lydia hadn't cried for a long time.

A girl with well-developed lacrimal glands is always prone to red eyes, but to be honest, she really hasn't cried for a long time.

She learned to help herself, learned to be strong, and learned a lot of things that she never thought she could learn before.

But when the tears came surging, Lydia still couldn't help it, her eyes were red.

Harry is really tired.

He has been mentally exhausted for a long time, and his body has also been tortured during this time.The shadow of his father's death finally crushed the young Osborn.He showed a vulnerability that he would never have shown before, and finally fell asleep holding Lydia.

Lydia remembered how her adoptive mother comforted her and patted Harry on the back.His physical condition was very bad, and he would twitch from time to time when he was lethargic.

At this moment, the system issued a duck "quack".

System: [Ga——]

Lydia's eye circles were red, she didn't know if it was because of the overflowing emotions in her heart, or it was related to herself: 【Shut up, I'm not in the mood right now. 】

The system struggled for two seconds, and then said aggrievedly, the electronic voice revealed cautiously: [I should still say... Harry Osborn's name has changed with me. 】

【what? 】

This is the first time the system has encountered this situation.Well, in fact, it is the first time for everything, so I can only say that it opens the perspective to Lydia.

The red-haired girl carefully put Harry, who was not sleeping soundly, on the bed and covered him with a quilt, allowing the system to share the perspective.

Then, for a moment, Lydia covered her mouth, tears that could no longer be suppressed began to fall.

The sleeping boy was still frowning, his eyes were black and blue, his forehead and neck were all wounded, his right hand was holding the quilt, but he trembled from time to time, looking very unsteady.

But the name that appeared on his head was so green that it made people tremble.

[He... is not a villain anymore,] the system said, [The calculation program written by the main system, red is villain, green is decent, yellow is unknown, blinking is...indeterminate.Previously Osborne was an unknown yellow, I thought he would be red this time. 】

But he didn't.

Lydia's tears became more and more violent.

She used to think that she would not shed tears when she became "Lilith", but now, she doesn't think her tears are fragile.

[Look, system, you are wrong. 】

Her vision was blurred, and she felt her heart beating faster and faster, as if a kind of emotion was burning and boiling: [I know, he is not a villain.Harry is my best friend and he's a good guy. 】

Ai Ai, the system period, wanted to refute, but felt that the facts were indeed the case, so there was nothing to say.

So it watched its host shed tears quietly, which made it a little distressed.

Before the system could think of something to comfort her, Lydia's cell phone vibrated crazily in her pocket.

Most of her sight was blocked by tears. At this moment, she rubbed her face with her sleeve, turned her head and left the ward, and closed the door gently.

"Lydia?" The little reporter's warm and concerned voice came from the microphone: "Are you not at home?"

Lydia held her breath and let out a soft "hmm" through her nose.

Clark instantly noticed something wrong with Lydia's tone.

The media status of "Daily Planet" is one of the best in the United States, so it often comes into contact with some business elites and so on.Clark Kent is in charge of this page, and he has a simple and honest appearance. Most of the relevant news requires him to run.But the delicate relationship between Clark and Lex...is no secret.

At least Louise has found out, and gave Clark some face, offering to put Lex Luthor in charge of her.

Clark breathed a sigh of relief, and waited for the furious Louise back before leaving get off work.

Lex Luthor's superficial skills have always been good, but this time, for some reason, he left Louise there for a whole afternoon. It's just that I didn't see the parties in the end.

Louise was so angry that she almost slapped the table.

Clark quietly hid his sense of existence, pretending not to know anything, but looked at his mobile phone, a little uncomfortable.

Speaking of Luther, Lydia would naturally come to mind.

Although the little girl's existence was not covered up, she only showed her face once, and she really didn't have a sense of existence.

In the past few days, except for sleeping time at night, Lydia never contacted him for more than three hours.

even……

Jimmy patted him on the shoulder: "Huh? Didn't Lydia come to see you today?"

There are no weekends in the newspaper office, and they are all on rotation.

The little reporter pushed the mirror frame and smiled.

Yes, not only did I not contact him today, but I also did not come over tonight.

Kingsman, a high-end store, closed its store earlier than office workers' reporters got off work.Clark, who saves Metropolis every day on his way home from get off work, somehow passed by a clothing store, and somehow passed by Lydia's apartment.

Although being looked at by the little girl's enthusiastic eyes made his scalp tingle, but once no one is pestering him... Clark, who has been pestered for a whole week, is still not used to it.

——After all, men are big pigs, and so are Kryptonian men.

Standing downstairs in Lydia's apartment, he pulled down the frame of the mirror, revealing a pair of blue eyes like a clear sky.

Superman, who cheated by using super vision, confirms that Lydia is not home.

He frowned and struggled for half a second. Instead of using super hearing, he called Lydia in an ordinary way.

The phone rang for a while before it was connected.

Although Lydia didn't want herself to be discovered, Superman was keenly aware of the hidden crying.

He suddenly became serious, and his sense of responsibility was lifted high in an instant.

"Lydia? What's the matter?"

Clark's voice was as warm as the experience he brought to Lydia.His concerned tone made the girl who suddenly became vulnerable couldn't bear the suppressed emotions anymore.

She burst into tears, and the silent crying was no longer suppressed because someone cared.

Like a child who could only grit her teeth when she fell before, she finally found out that someone cared about her wound, and she burst into tears over the phone.

Lydia burst into tears, biting her lower lip while sobbing, still wanting to endure, she called his name in a low voice, with a soft nasal voice: "Clark..."

"You don't—Lydia?"

The crying stopped abruptly.Only the echoing busy tone remained.

Lydia clutched her belly and tightly held the mobile phone that shut off automatically when it ran out of power, her face turned pale.Clark, who was "hung up," looked so serious that he was about to go to the battlefield.

He took off his glasses, and spent a few microseconds carefully listening to the information fed back to him by his super hearing.

If you want to pretend to be an ordinary person, superpowers actually bring more trouble than convenience.

Unless someone yelled for Superman and he heard it, Clark seldom took the initiative to do anything-being bullied was another matter.

He'd only heard Lydia's voice once, when he'd taken her away from Lex.

And now, that one-of-a-kind heartbeat is in... New York.

***

Lydia was taken aback by her outburst of emotions.

Clark's voice disappeared, and she seemed to vent a little bit of her grievances. Regardless of her image, she covered her stomach that suddenly started to throb with one hand, and wiped her face with the other hand, but the tears still persisted. can not stop.

The system comforted her dryly: [It's okay, I will update the database, and I won't casually call your friend a villain in the future. 】

The red-haired girl's face was pale, cold sweat dripped from her forehead, and she felt a little dizzy.

[No, it's not about this, I... I just can't control it. ] She said, turned around, and wanted to open the door and go in again.

Then froze in place.

[Department, system! 】

【exist! 】

【I... I don't think it's right...】

【what? 】

At this moment, something hot came out.

Suddenly, several clues formed in Lydia's head in series.

Her hands and feet were weak, and she felt the feeling of her strength being drained again. The pain from her lower abdomen made her almost unable to stand still.

Yes, yes, it may be time.

The little girl's health was too poor before, it was only over a year ago, and she didn't get back at all.Once encountering certain things, he would completely lie dead.

I used cheating before, and that feeling is also included in the "sequelae of negative effects" and will be eliminated.

But now, Goldfinger had merged with herself.

— There is no escape.

Lydia's eyes were full of despair, and the pain made her almost crouch down clutching her stomach.

Her ginger-red hair was wet with sweat, and she instantly turned back into a bunny girl whose ears were held by her ears, weak, pitiful, and helpless.

Even the voice was weak: 【...Why does this power disappear? 】

The system doesn't know, the system is just a lifeless system!

Lydia struggled into the ward, clutching her belly and lost in thought.

And in the next second, the warm and reliable breath covered up Harry's fresh grass and woods, scrambling to get into her senses.

It seems that the body is weak, but the ability has not completely disappeared.

Lydia was having fun in her bitterness, thinking with a mournful face.

But why would Superman come!Why did he come!Why come at such an embarrassing time!

In fact, Clark already knew that Lydia was fine, he didn't even change his uniform, he just planned to take a look and rest assured.Not sure how she got herself into the hospital...but she's safe.As a result, before Clark turned to leave, the little girl called Superman.

Lydia clutched her stomach, her eyes were red, and the tears on her face were not wiped clean: "Superman... I know you are here, you can hear..."

Clark stood on the ground with a dazed look on his face.

Lydia in the ground closed her eyes in despair:

"Can you buy me something?"

The little girl faltered, her voice lower than that of a mosquito: "Otherwise, you can take me home."