[Comprehensive British and American] The villain is beaten daily

Lydia seriously doubted the male god of the system.

First of all, it has never concealed its identity as a superhero, it is more like a brain fan than a human being, and Lydia deeply doubts its intelligence.

Secondly, the system accidentally said that it slipped the tongue once. It probably said that its previous understanding of superheroes was biased, and it almost did something wrong. Fortunately, the previous host was very capable.

Because its next sentence is [Lydia!You are the worst class of hosts I have ever brought! 】

Finally... Lydia has reason to suspect that all the so-called male superheroes are the male gods of the system, and the females are probably its goddesses.

Well, the system doesn't need to be disciplined.

The ambulance roared to the hospital, and the system took two breaths and continued to be quiet.

Lydia's muscles were strained all over her body. It's not serious if it's serious, but if it's not serious, the soreness when she moves is murder.Probably seeing the girl's embarrassment, the police girl who accompanied her jumped out of the ambulance first, and then greeted the hospital staff to carry the stretcher into the car.

Lydia: "..."

Anyway, she was sent to the emergency room on a stretcher, so she looked quite qualified as a victim.

The red-haired girl was led into the examination room by the considerate nurse, and made a record after a thorough examination.

She was still in pain and didn't dare to move. After being properly placed on the hospital bed, she closed her eyes and wanted to rest.

... I don't know when Brother Lex will come to pick her up.

Goldfinger sequelae bring not only physical soreness, but also mental exhaustion.Lydia soon felt confused.She was about to fall asleep, but was woken up by the startled voice of the system:

[Lydia!I suddenly remembered, if you hit someone, will you be arrested too? 】

Lydia suddenly felt panic.

No, no way!

But... she did seem to be hitting a bit hard.

The red-haired girl struggled, bared her teeth and endured the discomfort in her body. She reached out and rang the reminder bell, and the nurse who was with her before hurried in.

In the eyes of the nurse, the red-haired girl in front of her almost had the word "poor" written on her face.

The little red-haired girl looked like she was underage, her gray-green eyes were full of fear and bewilderment; she was beautiful, with tear stains on her face, and the rims of her eyes were still red, she must have cried a lot; her wrists were wrapped with bandages, The fingernails are slightly scratched, not to mention the other scratches on the body.

The little girl pursed her mouth, innocent and pitiful, because she cried hard before, her voice was a little hoarse, which seemed to be due to habit, and she always had a nasal sound at the end of a sentence: "Ma'am...that person...he, Is he okay?"

The nurse is not very clear about the specific incident, but she still knows the situation of the two people sent in the same incident.

The kind nurse touched Lydia's soft red hair, pulled up the quilt, and covered the girl: "Seven bones are broken, and the rest is nothing serious. They are all skin injuries. I'll be fine after lying down for three months." Can be good."

Lydia pursed her lips, because she was embarrassed by the request she made, her voice became softer: "Can I go and have a look?"

The nurse's first reaction was that she wanted to see the miserable state of the person who bullied her.

The nurse originally wanted to reject her, but looking at the red-haired girl's big, clear and lovely gray-green eyes, she turned her mouth around three times and couldn't say it.She finally had to push the wheelchair and help Lydia to sit up.

Lydia's tears were rolling in her eyes, enduring the discomfort all over her body, she finally sat in a wheelchair, and was pushed out of the rest area by the nurse.

"I don't know if you can see it," the nurse urged. "He is waiting for the operation, and the police are watching him over there. I can only send you there, and they need their consent for the rest."

Lydia said yes obediently.

The hospital is busy with people coming and going. After all, Metropolis is a metropolis, and Metropolitan Central Hospital is the largest public hospital.

She had just pushed Lydia out when another nurse trotted over and quickly explained a lot of things, as if another serious patient had come to the emergency department.

Before the nurse who was pushing Lydia could speak, the red-haired girl proposed, "You go ahead, I'm fine."

"I'll take you back to the ward to rest first."

"No, it's okay, I'm fine, I can go back in the wheelchair by myself."

The nurse was still a little worried about her, but the one who had just been sent was seriously injured and dying.She had no choice but to nod, and raised her favorability for the little girl again.

Lydia was the only one left in this corridor.

The little girl was in pain all over, and it was almost impossible to really turn the wheelchair back.

Lex still hadn't arrived.

Lydia looked even more pitiful, her eyebrows were drawn together, and with her soft temperament, she looked like a sulking little furball.

The system thought about it, and it was just about to make up for the points that were deliberately deducted to make Lydia feel better, when a figure turned in from the front of the corridor.

The system swallows everything back and pretends it doesn't exist.

And Lydia didn't notice anything until she was shrouded in shadow.

The little girl raised her head in a daze, and saw a silly smiling face.

It was a man with black hair and blue eyes, wearing a blue shirt and a fat suit.He looked strong and solid, but there was something odd about his ill-fitting suit; his old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, and his smile made him look even silly.

He even had a camera hanging around his neck, raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, and his voice sounded good: "I'm your reporter, Clark Kent."

Facing the shivering and frightened little girl, Clark self-identified and produced a press card to prove it, before he got down to business: "Do you need help?"

Lydia swallowed subconsciously, unable to raise any vigilance towards the person in front of her.

"Lydia Lexi," the little girl's voice was small, and the red head nodded slightly, "thank you."

It might be that Lydia is sitting in a wheelchair. She thinks that Clark looks so tall, even taller than Lex - although he has no sense of presence, his waist is a little arched, and he looks honest and stunned.

He asked Lydia to show the way, and pushed the wheelchair forward slowly, without any bumps, and did not cause secondary injuries to Lydia's sore body.

"Are you okay," Clark was concerned, "I... I saw you before."

Lydia whispered, "It's all right."

Clark groaned for a long time, and when he was almost at his destination, he uttered a sentence: "...You are still young, if you have anything to do, you can call Superman."

Lydia snorted.

She doesn't really believe in superheroes, but she really doesn't like Superman.

Because Lex doesn't like it.

The little girl stood on the united front with her brother, she still looked soft and easy to bully, pitiful and innocent: "He won't come."

Clark retorted her in a less forceful tone: "If you don't bark, how do you know he won't come?"

Lydia didn't dare to move her body, so she could only keep talking.She didn't know why she talked so much tonight, maybe it was because she was frightened before.

"Superman doesn't mean anything. If he is powerful enough, he can know what's going on without me calling him."

Clark Kent, who is a reporter on Earth and whose real identity is Superman: "..."

The earth is too big, and there are too many noisy voices. Clark, who has super hearing, can only selectively filter the word "superman", otherwise he will be driven crazy first.

Lydia asked again the question she never forgot:

"Also, I was locked in the bathroom last time. If I called Superman, would he come to the bathroom and rescue me? If he didn't come in, then he couldn't save me; if he came in, then I should call him abnormal."

Clark Superman Kent, never asked the question: "…"

What is this little girl thinking?

The distance of a corridor is only enough to say a few words.Clark was choked by Lydia, and really didn't want to mention Superman again.

Clark thought for a while, and when sending her to the place, he shook the camera in front of Lydia's eyes: "That...excuse me, can I take a photo of you? I promise I won't show my face."

Before Lydia could answer, another calm male voice came in:

"Do not."

Lex Luthor has arrived.

He was the only one here this time, and he was still wearing an impeccable suit. His green eyes flicked across Clark, and then on Lydia, who was short because of being in a wheelchair.

He walked over with strides, reached out to pick up the little girl Princess in the wheelchair, and turned upside down.

After more than a year of raising her, except for her increased height and better skin, the other changes are really not big, the weight is still the same light, and the temper is still the same soft.

Feeling the reaction of the little girl in his arms shrinking instantly and then froze immediately, Lex suddenly smiled.

"Don't worry, brother is here."

Lydia was so relieved, the reaction caused by the high nervousness and relaxation was very fast, her eyelids started to fight, and she fell asleep just like that.With a flushed face, looking cute and cute, his fingers subconsciously grabbed Lex's perfectly ironed suit and pulled out a wrinkle.The way Lex looked at the little girl was a little soft that he would not admit with a blunt mouth.

Lex looked up at Clark with less friendly eyes again.

They used to be friends, back in high school.

But they parted ways long ago.

Now, one is the chairman of Lex Group, and the other is a small reporter of "Planet Daily"; specifically, one is the boss and the other is a wage earner.

Clark looked at Lex with complicated and nostalgic eyes: "Lex..."

Before he could say anything, he saw Lex's cold expression.

"Delete all pictures of Lydia."

Lex said, "Also, call me Mr. Luthor."