[Comprehensive British and American] The villain is beaten daily

Clark is not a kid anymore.

His life experience makes him different. He usually doesn't show off the mountains and dews, but he understands many things that should be understood and should not be understood very well.

So he instantly understood what Lydia meant.

Clark: "..."

Lydia was all right, not hurt, not in danger, he didn't need to be in her presence.

Not even if she seemed to know that Superman was here.

Clark really wanted to turn around and leave, but his super hearing clearly caught the "Superman" crying nasally.

That was a little girl, a little girl who was supposed to be in high school.

Clark sighed, scratched his hair, changed his pace, and went to the convenience store.

Then, he continued to fall into contemplation at the door of the hospital.

Lydia, who is still in the underground hospital, can't know what Clark is thinking, and she can't talk to Clark directly. She is really thinking about it.

Her ability to tolerate pain is still better than before.

They used to be lying corpses, but now they are just lying corpses quickly.

The little girl had been crying for a long time, and now she was hiccupping uncontrollably, and she continued to burp while hiccupping.The protruding rabbit ears hung down aggrievedly after Clark's breath disappeared, and then stood up abruptly when the breath became clear again.

——as if there really was one.

Her face was still pale, and the slight smile was still dyed on the brows.

She continued to whisper: "Superman? Superman, are you back?"

Clark stood on the ground, looking in the direction of the source of the sound, and suddenly felt a little stomachache.

No, he's a man of steel, and his stomach won't hurt.

But how did Lydia know he was there?

Superman... shouldn't have come straight up like this, and neither should Clark Kent.

Is he going in?

If it was just that he was a little worried about Lydia's safety before, now it is really strange.

She knew that she had left, and knew that he had come back.

Moreover, she went out into the elevator after Clark came back, and walked out of the hospital immediately.

Clark was standing near that door, still wearing tasteful old-fashioned clothes and black-rimmed glasses.

Lydia walked out of the side door of the hospital step by step, and walked towards Clark without hesitation.

Her coat was tied around her waist, the traces of crying on her face hadn't been completely wiped off, the corners of her eyes were red, and she was extremely pitiful.

She is not short, but standing in front of Clark, she still has to look up.

Looking down from a height, Lydia's entire face could be seen clearly.

Biting her lower lip, she stretched out her arm.

She said, "Hug."

***

Lydia wasn't picked up, but she enjoyed Clark's broad back.

She lay on his back, the man's warm and reassuring smell lingered at the tip of her nose, and she could even hear a regular and strong heartbeat.

The pain lessened little by little, almost retreating.

Lydia said in a low voice, "Is there anything you want to ask?"

"Is there nothing you want to explain?"

The little girl stuck out her tongue, but did not answer.

She hasn't figured out how to answer it yet.

Maybe it was something about Harry that touched her, or maybe it was the fragility of her menstrual period. Lydia suddenly wanted to talk to someone very, very much, but her messy sentences were lumped together and stuck in her throat.

The two non-humans did not choose a special way of moving, but went back to the metropolis by car like ordinary people.

There were a lot of people on the weekend, and Clark gave up his seat to an old man, and stood in front of Lydia, his strong body gave her a little room to breathe.

After getting out of the car, Lydia, who was already much better, didn't let Clark carry her on her back, but pulled the hem of his clothes and walked forward step by step.

Clark was very considerate, and the breath he brought to Lydia was as warm and powerful as ever, so warm that she almost cried again.

——Anyway, the embarrassment has already been lost to this extent, the necessary items are all bought by Clark, what else needs to be entangled?

Lydia tugged at his clothes.

"Ok?"

"How did it feel when you...discovered that you were different for the first time?"

Clark stopped suddenly.

He lowered his head, and Lydia was obediently looking up at him, her green eyes were as bright as emeralds.

He took off his glasses.

"You know who I am?"

Lydia pursed her lips and nodded.

"So start looking for me?"

nod.

Listening to her heart rate, she wasn't lying.

Clark looked at Lydia's serious eyes and sighed.

"Arguing with Lex is because of this?"

Nod, then shake your head.

"Maybe there's something to it," she said, "but that's not the main conflict."

She tugged at the hem of his clothes again, very seriously: "You haven't answered my question yet, I can exchange a secret with you."

Clark was actually not that interested in her secrets, it was just her questions that made him suddenly recall his beginnings.

He's always been the one who's different, on Earth.

He doesn't know what growth looks like for other Kryptonians, but for Clark, his growth rate is no different from that of a human being. Growing up step by step year by year, his parents gave him a lot of love until he really started to get in touch with the world.

It turns out that he is the only one who can run so fast, have such strength, and even emit light beams from his eyes.

Only him.

Little Clark can't remember how many times he almost demolished the farm and how much trouble he caused the not-so-rich Kent family.But what he got was always his parents' gentle smiles, kind care, and warm kisses.

It is they who single-handedly raised superhumans who are so kind and upright that they are unreal.

Then, after graduating from high school and before entering university, Clark finally knew his life experience, and participated in the experience in the universe, and finally chose to return to the earth that raised him.

He sent away his elderly and kind parents, and he was also ready to send away his friends in the future.

How did you feel when you first realized that you were different?

Maybe it's a question.

why me?

Now he has found the answer.

Because "I" is "I".

***

This isn't the first time Clark has had a heart-to-heart with Lydia.The little girl's luck is not very good, and she has encountered several accidents.

As far as Lydia herself is concerned, she has no parents who guide her growing up, nor friends who patiently accompany her.Her troubles are nothing in front of Lex, plus she has already had a fight with her brother and it is best not to see each other...

In contrast, Clark literally has the word "reliable" written all over him.He always treats others with the greatest kindness, as if the kindness and sincerity in the world can be interpreted in him.

His vocabulary is not fancy, but his voice is calm, his tone is sincere, and he is full of sincerity.

He didn't even ask Lydia why she knew he was Superman, or why she and Lex were fighting at all.

Lydia's facial features were all twisted together, after thinking and thinking, she still made up her mind.

"I...I can feel the soul," she said. "Everyone is different, and I can pick out the subtle differences, but I rarely pay attention to people who have normal taste."

She was still a little weak, with an embarrassed smile on her face: "...you are different."

Clark has put on the black-rimmed glasses again, and the lenses cover those incomparable eyes, but the warm and powerful aura on his body will not be covered up.

He listened to Lydia quietly, with an expression on his face that seemed to encourage her.

"I like you," she said simply. "Your taste is unique. Whether you're superhuman or normal, you have a very, very delicious soul."

Clark: "...Thank you?"

Lydia blinked and smiled shyly.

The not-so-long road had come to an end, and Lydia stood downstairs in her apartment feeling refreshed.

Although the body is still uncomfortable, Clark's breath is too warm, and Lydia's pain is no longer so great.She decided to tell Superman a secret as promised at the beginning.

A little secret she knew when she didn't like Superman that much.

"That is to say," she raised her hand and scratched her cheek, "you were injured and bled, you know that?"

Yes, even Superman with a man of steel will be injured in previous battles and cause a lot of battle damage.

Oh yes, battle damage.

Clark looked at the well-behaved and shy Lydia and nodded.

"...someone has collected your genes, blood, or cells. My biology is not good," Lydia, who didn't know that she was cheating her brother, said seriously, "They want to clone a superman."

Clark: "..."

This was the first time he had heard of it.

The existence of Superman is not as popular as he imagined, and there are also many people who doubt him.Leaving aside the kryptonite that Bruce saved, there was even a piece that Clark personally handed over to him.

But clone?

He has never met.

Maybe he needs to pay more attention to this matter.

He frowned, and slowly opened it again, as if those troubles were not troublesome to him: "Thank you for letting me know."

Lydia thought about it, and subjectively cheated her brother: "...I suspect Lex knows something."

Clark "..."

"You know, he doesn't like you very much," Lydia prettified a little bit, "I thought you were friends before."

He didn't know how to solve the knot between himself and Lex. The only good thing was that with Lex's temperament, since he didn't believe that Superman would be Clark, no matter how suspicious the little reporter revealed, he would be ignored by Lex.

As for Lydia, she really didn't reveal anything to Lex.

Clark sighed, and finally reached out and rubbed the top of the little girl's head.

Soft.

And Lydia, bathed in his breath, narrowed her eyes, she was not a shy and timid bunny girl, but a cat smelling catnip.

She swallowed, and repeated her original appeal.

"Can I give you a hug?"

Clark opened his arms to her.

The little girl rubbed against his generous chest in satisfaction, then reluctantly let go, waved her hand, and prepared to go back upstairs to sleep.

She badly needed rest now, and had to go back to New York early tomorrow morning to see Harry.

And she had just taken three steps, and Lydia, who was still thinking about whether she could regain her strength tomorrow, heard someone calling her.

"Lilith."

"Ok?"

--and many more!

Who... who called her?

Lydia turned her head stiffly, and all she saw was standing there with her chest folded, with a meaningful expression on her face, Clark Superman Kent.