[Comprehensive British and American] The villain is beaten daily

There really is something going on at the Metropolitan South Dock.

The security guard in charge of patrolling the pier stumbled, and the flashlight rolled under the pier.He lay down by the pier to hook his flashlight, only to roll into the sea himself.

When Clark, who finally found this excuse to leave, left, the security guard had already climbed ashore by himself.

There is no need for Superman here anymore, Clark came here to take a look, pondered for a while in the night sky of the metropolis, then turned and flew to his Fortress of Solitude.

The fort was still the same, and the robots kept the interior of the fort in order, so he didn't need to worry about anything.As usual, he created some artificial stars and fed them to the sun eaters, and sprinkled them down while chanting:

"It's still a baby..."

If the Batcave is full of Batman equipment and trophies, the Fortress of Solitude is also full of Superman equipment and trophies.

He knew from a very young age that he was different, and was later approached by something Krypton left on Earth.

After Clark graduated from high school, it took a long time to train himself.

His unique and powerful powers have been well controlled for so many years of life on Earth, but this is not enough.He is already strong enough to survive in the universe, so Clark also entered the universe, following the guidance of the ancestors of Krypton, and exploring the world beyond the reach of human beings.

He collected a lot of messy things, some were weapons, some were technology, some were ores, some were plants; he also built an ecological garden.For more than ten years, Clark himself has no idea how many gadgets are in his base.

But even if it has been more than ten years, the sun eclipse he picked up is still a baby, and maybe a Jurassic time is not enough for it to grow up.

The robot followed Clark, asking him in a robotic voice, "Carl, do you need help?"

"...No," Clark rubbed his head, "It's still the same, I'll leave it to you. I'll go back."

"The flat flower that Miss Lydia likes on Planet Skabrika 4 has already bloomed. Do you need to spare some time to go there?"

"... Uh... still not, let's talk about it next time. Good night."

Superman returns to Metropolis, returning to Clark Kent's life on Earth.

He stayed in the Fortress of Solitude for a long time, and it was already four o'clock in the morning when he actually arrived at the apartment.

It was still dark, and the night sky was dotted with a few dark stars.

Nothing seemed to have changed in the apartment.

He landed on the balcony, gently opened the glass door, opened the curtain and entered the room.

Lydia closed the door tightly for him, keeping the warm temperature in the room.The lights in the room were not turned on, only the indicator lights of some electrical appliances showed their presence in the dark.There is also the small Christmas tree at the door, with neon lights flashing on the tree.

Darkness was no obstacle to Clark.

He could see the Christmas red clothes that were neatly folded, he could see his quilt that was not neatly folded with difficulty, he could see a large bag of chocolate wrappers in the trash can, and the puffs. bags.

The sticker he had left on the refrigerator had changed its place and stayed on the dining table, and Lydia had added a few words below it in childish capitals.

"I'm so hungry, you still haven't come back!!!"

"I won't keep the strawberry puffs for you!"

"I'm going to do my own thing."

"Merry Christmas Clark and thank you."

Lydia had studied cursive for a year and wanted to look more to Lex's liking.But in fact, she is not good at cursive, and when she writes quickly, the letters will be messed up.She prefers to use fat, distinct fonts, which are clear no matter how you read them.

The note was reattached to the refrigerator, and Superman's uniform was removed and thrown on the stool.

Clark tore off the soft quilt, not caring about changing the bedding.He was lying on the bed, pillowing his arm, rubbing his lips with the other hand inadvertently, and continued to stare at the ceiling in a daze.

His brain's processing speed is actually much faster than that of humans. It can even be said that as long as he thinks, under the protection of the yellow sun, he is the strongest existence on earth, but most of the time, he doesn't like to think too much. I like to empty my mind and not think about anything.

There are still four full hours before the little reporter goes to work.

He slowly closed his eyes.

***

Flattery is a beautiful stellar plant.

During the years of Clark's experience in the universe, he could not be too far away from the sun, but he also visited many places that humans on earth cannot explore.

The planet Skabrika 4 where it is located is in a corner of the Milky Way, and it is a plant on a small planet [-] light-years away from the solar system.

To be precise, it is the planet Scar, and Blika 4 is named after the planet Scar.The core of this asteroid floating in the universe has been extinguished and even started to disintegrate.The time required is based on the growth of the sun eclipse, so it is still very long.

Blika 4 is already the Death Star, but it has a stunning flower—the flatter flower.

It has 42 double petals and is an indescribable green, vibrant and beautiful.It is obviously a flower that grows on the dead star. It uses the dead core of the planet as nourishment, but it is breathtakingly beautiful. As it blooms, it will shake gently and regularly, as if it is dancing.

Clark's eco-garden has a flatter flower, the dullest, yellowest one in the garden, as a keepsake.

Because it blooms only on Blika 4.

The Fortress of Solitude is no longer a secret to Lydia, so there is no need to hide many things.

Lydia sees a picture of Flat Flowers.

She wanted to see the flat flower with her own eyes.

Superman looked at the coquettish girl beside him with some headaches, and couldn't say a word of rejection.

Today's Superman rarely leaves the earth. His abilities are too strong. Kryptonians are more widely known in the universe than people on earth, and they are always disgusted by the universe.

Although the flat flower is very beautiful...even if it is a superman, it is not an instant thing to go back and forth to Scar planet.

The girl with red hair and green eyes hesitated and sat down obediently.

They were in the Fortress of Solitude now, and Lydia was wearing that Christmas-colored dress with a little cape wrapped around it, which made her face even more beautiful.

She lay prone on the table, poked the macaroni with a fork, then tied the sausage, stuffed it into her mouth, and chewed vigorously.

The robot stood by the table and protested: "Miss Lydia, do you have any dissatisfaction with my craftsmanship?"

The girl held the fork in her mouth and shook her head obediently: "No, thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Robot."

As he said that, his eyes rolled and his smile became mischievous: "But Karl's craftsmanship is better."

Clark resigned to his fate, put down the half-eaten meal, and went to make Lydia a sandwich she liked, with a lot of ketchup.

She ate twelve servings.

"Carl, I don't want to train today, let's go play games, you are not allowed to cheat with super speed!"

"You come here first. Your uniform robot has been improved for you. It has been replaced with a lighter armor material with good ductility. I suggest you directly replace it with light armor."

"...Huh? But it's so ugly."

"Lydia!"

"ok, I get it."

"Carl, a new musical is coming out. Mr. Edric said he would support his old friend. That man has no hair like Lex and gave me two tickets. Do you want to go together?"

"Clark, I'm in front of the newspaper office, and I've opened a new Thai restaurant. I've paid my wages, and I just decided on a spot, so let's go together."

"Clark—"

"Clark?"

The scene seemed to be changing all the time, but the little girl kept frowning, her fingers tugged at his clothes without letting go, and she was intimate without touching.

She liked to smile more and more, her smile was sunny and bright, and the little mole at the corner of her eye moved with her smile.She stuck out her tongue and made another request: "Clark...well, Carl. I want to do things by my standards."

"The only thing we can agree on," said Superman, "is that the continuous tense is not punishing for the past, or punishing for the future."

Lydia frowned, oh.

"You don't agree?"

The little girl sighed, but did not hide the mischief and mischief in her eyes.

"Oh, it's not because of you. I really want to worry about you. I can only say that you agree to everything." Lydia propped her chin and hooked her fingers to Clark, "Come closer."

In fact, it was Superman who was accommodating her. Clark got up from the opposite table, walked over, and leaned over: "Why—uh!"

Warm and soft to the touch, just touch it.

But his senses are enough to collect all kinds of information in that short period of time.Temperature, touch, fragrance, and a beating heart.

He stared blankly for several seconds, then took two steps back and almost fell down: "Lily Lydia! What are you doing?!"

The girl didn't know when she had changed into her uniform, and her red hair had a small knot in the back of her head.

She had a contented smile on her face, her complexion was thin red, and her tone was taken for granted: "I'm kissing you."

Then in the silence, his expression changed a little bit to be puzzled: "...Is there any problem? Clark?"

Big Lan stood there stupidly, and choked out a sentence: "No——"

The little girl nodded obediently, blinking her eyes, with trust and dependence in her eyes.

Clark: "..." I always feel that everything I say is my fault.

He racked his brains: "I mean, we shouldn't be like this. Forget it... what did you just say you wanted?"

"Flat flower!"

Seeing Superman's speechless expression, the excited girl became depressed in a second: "Well, let's go on a date as before."

"—what?! No, we're not dating! Not dating, not dating."

Lydia jumped off the stool this time.

She looked at the big blue guy angrily, and found that the height was not an advantage, she turned her head and jumped on the stool, looking down at him: "Karl aka Clark Kent, you have to speak with a conscience! You know all about me My friend, I know my brother, you always care about me, teach me fighting skills, and take care of me, you treat me better than all my relatives; we have been texting, my social account has been @你, and we have dinner together , watch movies together, enjoy musicals together, we send gifts to each other, you came to my house, you took me to your house, you made me food, we went to the supermarket together, spent Christmas together... We had hugs, There was a kiss and you said we never dated?"

The robot passed by: "Carl, your fault."

Clark: "..."

He sat up abruptly from the bed.

The sky was slightly bright, and the alarm clock beside the bed sang a piercing song cheerfully.

Clark froze for a few seconds, silently covering his face.