Anti-Hero Lola [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

Give me a hug... Superman laughed and said okay, then give me a hug.

Laura was lying on the table, and Superman held Laura's two wrists to lift her up, and then hugged Laura's waist—her slenderness made Superman a little worried, but he didn't say anything.

Laura lay in Superman's arms and pondered for a while, then said, "...it feels so weird."

"What's wrong?"

"It's just weird," Laura said.

"It's okay to get used to it." Superman coaxed her.

"It's strange to get used to it."

So Superman stopped talking and just stroked her hair reassuringly...it was like stroking a big cat with soft, rich fur.

a daughter.little girl.

This feeling was extremely novel, especially when she lay on his chest and idly blown the short hair behind his ears.

She smelled a little sweet, and Superman suspected it was an illusion, because he had never smelled this kind of fragrance on anyone else. Of course, Louise smelled very intoxicating to him, that special smell Unable to speak, he once thought that only Louise would give him this feeling.

But now he felt that the smell probably came from his psychological effect, although Kryptonians did have some special differences from humans in their sense of smell.

Speaking of which, his eyes can see through everything except lead, his breath can freeze almost everything, and it would be strange if his sense of smell was nothing special.

While he was thinking, Laura buried her head in his chest.

Superman soon found his little girl sniffing around him like a puppy, and she sniffed for a moment, then lifted her head and rested her face on the outside of his bare neck.

She rubbed the tip of her nose against his neck and mumbled to him, "Daddy, you smell so good."

"Our sense of smell is very good and special," Superman told her, and he didn't mind sharing this little secret with her one bit. "You smell a little sweet."

Laura sighed in frustration: "It's a little sweet? Is it just a little sweet?"

"Oh," replied Superman, "I've only smelled that kind of sweetness on you, and I guess 'sort of' might be the wrong word, but I can't find anything to compare it to. In fact, only You smell sweet."

Laura was satisfied.She struggled a bit, switched from Superman's left to his right, and looked at Mary Jane's room again: "Do you think Mary Jane can keep a secret?"

"I think she's fine."

"She'll probably sleep a long time before she gets up," Laura added.

"That's right," replied Superman. "At least she won't wake up until night."

"I don't think she wakes up at night."

"..." Superman couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the conversation, he didn't know what Laura was trying to say.

"Aren't you going to work?" Laura asked again.

Superman vaguely understood Laura's subtext, and he tentatively said, "I'm not busy with work, I think I'm free all day today."

"Oh," Lola replied, "how about we hang out?" She paused, then added, "You need a change. Don't let them know you're Superman."

"...Okay." Superman agreed. "I don't think it's a big deal. I can wear a pair of glasses."

"Or a hat," Laura said. "I think a hat is better than glasses, don't you?"

Superman tried to argue with Lola, but after a brief exchange, he quickly realized that even a top Pucelli Prize-winning reporter couldn't win Lola in this regard.

Well, he needs to admit that it's not a matter of winning or losing.

...He couldn't understand what Laura was saying at all.

In the end, Superman changed into the clothes that Laura chose for him.

He looked at himself in front of the mirror:

The loose shape of the off-white turtleneck pullover still cannot hide his muscles, but the method of layering a thin light blue denim jacket and the largest vintage blue long coat subtly conceals his toned upper body.

Coupled with the fact that the khaki pants can cover up the legs, Superman is very sure that even if he walks on the street openly, he will look more like a trendy man in thick clothes than Superman.

And Lola tilted her head to look at her daddy, and thought it would be better to wear glasses—mainly because Superman looked a little uncomfortable now.

But definitely not the big square glasses he used to hide his identity.

That style of glasses can actually set off his handsomeness, but he still wants to vilify himself.

Lola handed Superman a pair of vintage gold-rimmed sunglasses with tea-red lenses.

Superman thinks he has to claim power for himself after letting Lola fiddle with him for so long: "This color will make people focus on my face."

"No." Laura shook her head firmly, "No—trust me, they will pay more attention to your body than your face."

Superman was dumbfounded: "...Huh???"

He suspected that he had heard it wrong, but he knew that it was absolutely impossible for him to hear it wrong.

"This is a perfect outfit, daddy! There is no such thing as a distraction," Laura told him loudly, "Your charm is the whole! Whole! If you don't wear this pair of sunglasses, they will still pay attention to your face, but if you Wear them and their attention will be drawn to your glasses instead of your face!"

"...Is that so?" Superman wondered.

However, he still gave up struggling, thinking that if he was recognized by others, he should run away quickly.

He put on the little round sunglasses.

"Hair and hair," Laura urged, "scratch twice—scratch it all!"

Superman complied.

The person in the mirror had completely changed into someone he didn't recognize, but Laura still didn't seem particularly satisfied.She walked around Superman a few times, frowned and thought hard for a while, and finally her eyes lit up!

She disappeared, and after a while she appeared in front of Superman in a new dress.

The light blue and retro red contrasting pinched waist dress, khaki high boots, elegant scoop neckline and baggy ball head make her look cute and cute - and make the already delicate Lola look even smaller How old are you.

Laura trotted over joyfully, grabbed Superman's hand and let him show his wrist, then carefully wrapped the light green leather rope around his wrist a few times and tied it with a knot.

"Look," she gestured to daddy to look at her ball head, "what you are wearing is my hairband!"

Her smug and happy expression made Superman's hands itch.

He raised his hand and squeezed the little ball on the top of Lola's head.

And then—very curiously, with a sort of vague excitement—Superman tugged lightly, messing up Lola's ball head.

Lola immediately let out a sweet whine, saying, "Oh, what are you doing, I hate you so much", and carefully re-tied her hair in front of the mirror.

This time Superman controlled the impulse and asked Lola, "Where are we going to play?"

"New York." Laura thought for a while, "It's still easy for people to find out who you are in the metropolis."

"Clark Kent," said Superman, "my name."

Laura was stunned for a while: "Oh," she blinked, "I just wish my surname was Clark—the surname Kent is kind of weird."

"Carmen Clark." Clark smiled, "Yes."

What's Laura's last name, Al or Luthor?Laura Luthor sounds easier, but Laura-El is great too.In fact, she didn't choose...but Lola decided to wait.

They went to New York, saw the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State Building, and visited almost every luxury store on Fifth Avenue.

Of course, the focus is on luxury stores. This high-end commercial street loved by Hollywood perfectly interprets what Vanity Fair is. The parade, dressed in fancy clothes, enthusiastically surrounded the two of them. Laura happily pulled Clark's hand to wear it. After passing them, soft feathers and gold dust fell all over the body.

Clark wasn't used to such a place, but it wasn't too annoying.

The jewelry in the window is very beautiful, but Laura is not very interested. She has a lot of jewelry, and all the jewelry she has worn will be handled by Hasen, and he will send her new ones.

Lola thought Dad would like the art galleries and museums on Fifth Avenue, but Clark didn't show much interest in it.Although he seemed to be familiar with these exhibits when he visited them, and he could tell the stories behind the famous paintings, he didn't particularly like them.

He doesn't like New York very much.

"There are too many high-rise buildings here, and the buildings are too dense," Clark explained the reason when they went to the bay in the evening. "There is always only one line in the sky. This cramped feeling makes me feel a little out of breath."

"You don't even have to breathe," Laura said.

"you know what I mean."

"I understand." Laura laughed, and she turned her head to look at the sea, "I also prefer the metropolis. I'm going to move to the metropolis in the future."

"You can move here now."

"Wait a minute," Laura said, "and you haven't told Louise about me yet."

Clark wasn't surprised that Laura knew about him. It was impossible to hide his disguise from Laura. She only needed to pay a little attention to his situation to know who he really was.

Was it because of Louise that she didn't want him to know about her?But it didn't have to be, Louise was sharp and mean at times, but by no means unreasonable.

There is nothing wrong with Lola's existence.

"She's going to like you," Clark assured, "and it doesn't even take long for her to accept that." He thought again, "You'll like my parents too, they're gentle Good man."

... But I don't like gentle, kind people, Laura thought bitterly.

She likes bad, dark, aggressive—but not to Lex's level.

Don't be the one who is really capable of killing her.

Lola decided not to discuss this topic with daddy, but fortunately Clark didn't say much either.They blew the sea breeze quietly for a while, and when they parted at the end, Lola kissed daddy on the cheek, and daddy kissed her forehead.

Mary Jane was awake, sitting in the living room drinking hot cocoa.

Laura tried to speak but was blocked by Mary Jane.

"There's class tomorrow, how do we go back?" she asked, "A red-eye flight?"

"I can fly," Lola said. "I can hold you and fly back."

Mary Jane looked desperate to say no to Lola's offer—

She didn't refuse in the end.

In the middle of the night, Tim finally made up his mind and called Laura.

He knew Lola had gone shopping with Superman, and maybe she'd be in a good enough mood to handle Jason's affairs gently.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who threw the [grenade]: 敐敄 1;

Thanks to the little angel who cast [Mine]: Wuyu Lianzhi 1;

感谢灌溉[营养液]的小天使：暮翾30瓶；吾爱谢参辰28瓶；住在博士楼上20瓶；无可訾议12瓶；葱白3瓶；陶之夭夭2瓶