[Comprehensive British and American] The villain is beaten daily

In the new year, at the moment of welcoming the arrival of the new year, sometimes we are waving goodbye to something.

Maybe even a permanent goodbye.

When Clark, dressed in some shabby clothes, came to the gate of the Fortress of Solitude with a bouquet of cosmic flowers, New Year's Day was not over yet.

According to his instructions, the robot has prepared a lot of things for people on earth to celebrate New Year's Day, and even imitated the habits of the earth, preparing movies and popcorn, as well as some traditional Kryptonian snacks.

But when the door was opened and he greeted him as usual, what he saw was not what he thought.

Miss Lydia was not there.

Carl looked a little miserable.

The voice of the robot comes with electronic sound effects. His core is left by the Al family, and he has regained a movable body through Clark's hands.He claims to be the acting butler of the Al family, so he always cares about Karl Al, who is also known as Clark Kent, whether it is physical condition, psychological condition, or emotional condition.

For a robot, he cares about Carl and can see things that Carl doesn't notice.

For example, the little girl brought by him.

The Fortress of Solitude is Karl's own territory. Whether it is for the purpose of protecting the earth or protecting himself, the Fortress of Solitude does not contact the outside world unless there is something important.The only communication channel is controlled by Batman, and it was damaged by the battle before.

The robot doesn't know what's going on outside.He knew, only what he was told.

"Carl," he asked, "Miss Lydia didn't accept your invitation?"

The robot asked frankly again: "Did you two fight?"

"……Do not."

The contact with Huang Yangyang made him recover more than half of his body.

Holding a bouquet of flat flowers in his arms, Clark walked into the fort slowly.

"Because you were late?" The robot watched as the gate was closed, and the world of the fortress began to operate again, and followed Clark, "Do you need me to contact Miss Lydia? She didn't reply to my text message, maybe it was necessary coax."

Clark was silent for a while.

He placed the dancing green flowers of life in his ecological garden.

"I know," he said, "they...have three more days to bloom."

Flatflowers feed on the core of the Death Star.After three days, they will fall silent in the garden and will not bloom again.

"I'm tired," he said. "Leave me alone for a while."

The robot backed away intimately, and took away all the little robots that were under his control that were running around.Clark took a bath quietly, fed the sun eater baby as usual, and then stood in the darkness, silent.

The world is as noisy as ever.

The universe is silent, but the earth is noisy.

If he hadn't grown up on the earth since he was a child, this noisy world would have driven him crazy first.He can hear the sound of the solar eclipse's tentacles rubbing against the air, he can hear the sound of polar bears climbing up the glacier, he can hear the sound of wind and sand dancing in the desert, and he can hear the sound of Atlantic blue whales flapping their tail fins.Wind, dew, raindrops, footsteps, cars, laughter, or the sound of someone throwing a tantrum.

He heard a few people fighting with wine bottles in Indian bars, he heard Asian parents scolding their sons because of their grades, he heard someone's heartbeat in a British hospital return to a straight line.

But he didn't find the heartbeat he'd been listening to lately.

Whether it's "Lydia" or "Lilith".

All returned to nothingness, ceased to exist.

Today is New Year's Day, the new year of the earth.

He eats delicious food, tasteless.

His stomach seemed to be aching again, but the girl who always made him feel a stomachache was not sitting in front of him.

"Happy New Year's Day," he said, "Sorry I'm late. I'm...so slow."

***

He changed into a uniform and returned to the Metropolis with a flat flower.

The bustling city is celebrating the arrival of the new year.Although there are many human beings paying attention to that "war", they are too far away, and the sense of reality is pitiful.

Lydia's apartment is still the same as it was before she left. She didn't pay much attention to her previous life, and Lydia herself didn't care so much.Her apartment was messed up by her.The garbage bag was left at the door and I forgot to throw it away, and the carpet probably forgot to clean up.Of the two pillows, one fell to the ground and the other was rolled up in the quilt, as if there was still someone lying on the bed.

Clark stood silently beside the bed, shaking the quilt off for her, patting the pillow soft for her, and arranging the things that were not neatly arranged for her.

He held the swaying alien flower in his palm, and lowered his eyes.

However, he didn't know that Lydia was even more at a loss than him.

Rewinding the time to more than ten hours ago, after having a "kind" and "friendly" conversation with her brother, Lydia walked through the wall and wandered aimlessly on the street.When the New Year's bell rang, Lydia was standing on the roof of the "Planet Daily", staring at the moon in a daze.

The new year has arrived, but Lydia didn't get anything, and all her plans to watch the New Year's Eve fireworks were all wasted.The worst part is that now she can only float around in the state of a soul.

... Floating around.

The soul is almost weightless, she sits on the huge planet, is blown away by the wind, and then crawls back aggrievedly.

Lydia is too free now.

She couldn't figure out what happened to her, let alone the little idiot who cheated the host in the system.She seems to be able to touch nature, but it seems she can't touch anything.She didn't want to be blown away by the wind at all, and after thinking about it, she had nowhere to go.

She was confused for a while, and decided to go back to the apartment where she lived.

It was empty here, and there was a cold wind coming from the open windows, but Lydia, who was in a soul state, could not feel the cold or heat at all.

She fell backwards, and she didn't know the scientific or magical principle, but she was actually able to lie on the bed, and sighed faintly: [System, should we have a good talk? 】

The system is pretending to be dead.

[Have you thought about how we earn points? 】

The system went online cautiously: [I'm still looking for information, don't worry.You have a good rest. 】

Saying so, Lydia also felt sleepy.Her soul was solidified enough under the protection of the system, but her previous consumption was too much.She is not a god, but forcibly used the power of a god.She can still exist, thanks to the system.

Lydia fell asleep in a trance, then opened her eyes suddenly in the heat.

heat.

It was as hot as if it would burn the soul.

Lydia almost jumped up, her flitty soul almost stuck to the ceiling with unrealistic principles.

She instantly recognized that it belonged to Clark, but "catnip" seemed to have turned into "mothballs" that cats hated at this moment. Lydia couldn't touch Clark at all, and even wanted to hide away!

Mind and body are almost divided into two parts.

If anyone here could see spirits, they would find a red-haired teenage girl in a tight black uniform half stuck in the house and half struggling outside the apartment.The expression on her face looked very wronged, extremely wronged.

Lydia knew that Clark was a soft-hearted person.

He has a strong sense of responsibility, obviously not his responsibility, he will have a sense of responsibility, and then feel self-blame.Lydia disappeared in that situation in front of him, and she knew that Clark must be feeling bad.

Although he is so big, he has a soft and kind heart.

He wanted to give the answer before the appointed time, and this time, Lydia herself missed the appointment.

Lydia's gaze rested on the flat flower in his hand. The 42 petals stretch freely, automatically without wind, the petals are light green, and the branches and leaves are dark green, shaking gently. The flower disc seems to be moving towards Lydia little by little.

It's very similar to the one in the illustration.

It is obviously a dead planet, but it can breed such unique flowers, which are elegant, graceful and full of vitality.

Lydia's reason told her that this was her flower, which seemed to have a magical charm, and she wanted to touch it so badly; while her physical sensations kept clamoring to escape.

At this moment, Clark's communication channel suddenly rang.

"Batman calling Superman."

The man in the red cloak restrained his somewhat sad expression.He became serious again, and pressed the headset: "What?"

"Come to Interstellar Lab," Batman said.

"Now?" Superman glanced at Lydia's wall clock, it was already 41:[-] at night.

"Now." Batman replied, coldly hung up the communication.

Clark disappeared from Lydia's apartment in an instant, and the burning pain faded with it.

When Lydia was alone, her expression was extremely rich, and her facial features were all wrinkled together: [System, come out to me!Let's talk!What's the situation? ! 】

What can the system do? The system is also desperate!With so many hosts, so many other systems, and so many parallel worlds, why is it only its host that has problems? !

【have no idea! 】The system quit, the system went on strike! [I'm really just a system!Everything I do in this world depends on you, why don't you try it yourself! 】

... makes sense.

Lydia froze.

She paused, retracted all her body stuck in the wall into the room, and slowly closed her eyes.

【Lydia... I, I didn't mean that...】

[No,] The girl somehow sensed the resonance of the entire planet and her, [You're right... I shouldn't blame you all the time, rely on you. 】

Her perception spread at this moment, and the indescribable mysterious feeling made her become one with this planet at this moment.She still remembered Clark, and the aura that was so strong that it made her feel burned was immediately locked.

She probably understood...Clark is like a scorching sun. An overly powerful soul is the most attractive to Lydia who has a body; but for Lydia now...she will like it Those cold, even dark souls.

Thoughtful, she slowly opened her eyes, and found that she had left the apartment and appeared in another place in an instant.

It's like a meeting of the Justice League here, with a dozen people present, surrounded by a boy with a stiff face in black.

The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy had almost the same face as Clark, but his hair was cut short and the stubborn bangs were missing.

He was leaning on the bed, his body was connected to various devices, and various data were being displayed on the screen.

Those somewhat rebellious eyes wandered aimlessly in the laboratory, and then settled on... Lydia.

He stared: "... When did you come in?"