Chaoying meets Two-dimensional [Comprehensive]

At [-]:[-], Christine tentatively called Superman.

Nothing happened.

She was a little depressed, but Hong Jiao Dong thought it was normal. He didn't know the legend about the metropolitan superman being on call, so he only took what she said just now as a joke.

"Boy, up there."

The two looked up at the source of the voice.

Hong Jiaodong opened his eyes wide in surprise, without him, the uniform of the person floating in mid-air is too similar to All Might, with red and blue color matching, but the color of the cloak is different, he is wearing a red cloak, while All Might's is blue.The physique wrapped under the uniform is equally strong, and there is an illusion of seeing All Might in a trance.

Christine was dumbfounded, like a big scared cat, muttering: "I really called you here... Did you get up so early?"

Superman laughed.

of course not.

Perhaps there is a saying that there is a tit for tat in the world. Batman fell from the sky on the front foot and threw Christine to the ground, together with the equipment weighing nearly 300 pounds. Batman, who continued to patrol in the Batmobile, was intercepted by Superman.

Superman couldn't understand a vigilante using lynching in a democratic country, and warned him not to appear again when the bat light was on, and let Batman disappear.

The man hiding under the bat mask didn't give any explanation, but asked coldly, "Will you bleed?"

Superman didn't care about these, and was going to fly directly back to the metropolis.His hearing can cover any corner of the earth, so late, even the criminals had finished work and went home, but he heard a young female voice.

"How about we go climb the bridge arch?"

Superman stops in the air, even at 5000 meters, he can see every screw on the Westward Bridge, including of course the two guys trying to conquer the top of the bridge.

The man will not mention it for the time being, but he knows the girl. As an ordinary reporter of "Planet Daily", he once interviewed her. She is a young rich man and the only daughter of the King of Wakanda.

He still remembers the little panicked look on her face when he called her 'His Excellency the Crown Prince'.

"No, no, please don't call me the crown prince."

"Not even the princess."

"Please call me by my name, thank you."

She is an easy-going little princess who does not demean others to elevate herself, but writes elegance and calmness down to her core. She is firm and assertive. Her biggest annoyance is that she is poor compared to her father who is the richest man in the world.

He smiled unconsciously in the memory.

But climbing the Westward Bridge with a grown man at this late hour is not a good choice.He will not stop her, the adventurous spirit of young people should not be stifled, and failure will make her know how to do what she can.

Anyway, he can easily catch them.

He stayed as long as they climbed.

The only thing that needs to be explained is that he didn't mean to listen to others on purpose.

They climbed to the top of the bridge smoothly, and Superman saw something. The man was a mutant and meant to protect her, but he still didn't leave until she began to worry about how to get on.

"Need help, kid?"

Her clear blue eyes reflected Superman in the air, and said slowly: "I feel like I'm dreaming, I mean can you take us down? Just treat us like kittens who climbed a tree and don't know how to get down." Speaking of In the end, his tone was a little rushed because of nervousness.

She saw the news about Superman saving the cat, and even though many people said it was just for show, she felt very warm, the kind that made her smile knowingly.

Superman's voice was deep and gentle: "Of course."

He slowly landed on the steel frame, and flew down with two people in each hand.

It can be completely confirmed that Superman and All Might are two completely independent people.

All Might is like the sun at noon, his confident laughter is his never-ending light, he never seems to be tired.

Superman, on the other hand, feels softer.

Hong Jiaodong looked at the person who was talking and thought so.

"Nice to meet you, I didn't expect... I mean, it's not robbery or kidnapping here, I just called you here for a small matter, I hope you won't feel offended."

"How come? I saw a beautiful sunrise, I wish you a good morning," he looked at Hong Jiaodong, "Good morning, sir."

Hong Jiaodong was a little slow to react, so he replied good morning.

Superman nodded, and disappeared from the spot with a swipe.

After the wind blown by him dissipated, Christine put down the hand in front of him and asked him, "Have breakfast together?"

One second, he was immersed in the power of Superman, and the next second his stomach growled honestly.

... the game experience is so real.

Helping the guards catch a rowdy patient, being mentally attacked by a clown, walking from Arkham to the Westward Bridge, climbing to the top of the bridge without any tools... After a night of trouble, it can be said that I am tired and hungry.

"Stop a car?"

"Just wait 10 minutes."

After 10 minutes, sure enough, a black car stopped.

The driver is a black woman with a bald head, wearing short-sleeved trousers, with her arms on the steering wheel, her muscles are smooth, and she looks very powerful when she looks at people.She wanted to say something, but when she saw Hong Jiaodong, she swallowed back the words and became a competent driver.

The car was parked outside a hotel in Burnley and the door was opened for them by handsome bellboys before they drove away.

Christine glanced at his watch and said to him, "Go and change first, see you later, Solo, please."

The woman named Solo made a gesture of invitation to him.

Hong Jiaodong was a little overwhelmed, it was counting him all, but...

"I've had a life-threatening friendship, are you still polite to me with a piece of clothing?"

He thought about it too.

Climbing such a high bridge arch with bare hands and falling into the Gotham River without paying attention is indeed a fateful friendship.

Having said that, the Christine in the game is a bit different from the real one. How should I put it, the real one is more restrained, while the one in the game is more passionate, maybe because of the changes in different countries.

Wait, how did he connect the game with reality again?

Obviously the game is designed.

The new clothes were no different in style from the one he had replaced. After washing, he went to the restaurant on the top floor led by Solo.

The elevator door opened in front of him, and the morning light flooded in. It turned out that the top floor was an open-air restaurant, and there were only a few people in it, either reading newspapers or having a quiet meal.Christine sat on the outermost seat and looked out sideways. Her long eyelashes carried a warm light, giving her a quiet beauty.

"What are you looking at?" He asked softly, and his heart filled with the soft feeling that he couldn't bear to be disturbed when he saw the butterfly on the flower branch when he was young.

"People look a bit like ants," Christine asked him to sit down, and carefully gave him a Japanese American breakfast, "English breakfasts focus on the saltiness of meat, while American breakfasts pay more attention to the sweetness of muffins , when it comes to French breakfast, of course it’s mellow coffee and smooth butter.”

"Try the pistachio cake here, it is healthy and green, and it is famous far and wide."

"This coffee beans come from Denmark. The ratio of coffee and milk foam is adjusted just right. I specially asked them to make the latte art into the shape of a cat. Isn't it very appetizing?"

She spoke slowly and eloquently, making a person who is used to eating Japanese breakfast and should feel unfamiliar and uncomfortable with other breakfast styles start to salivate involuntarily.

He divided a piece of pistachio cake with a silver fork, and his eyes lit up instantly, "It's delicious."

"Try another coffee?"

Hong Jiaodong stared at the white cat drawing flowers, a bit reluctant to speak.

outside the game.

At this point, most of the candidates were eliminated, sitting in the auditorium and looking down to find a good live broadcast.

They found that Hong Jiaodong's painting style was different from others.

They didn't see it at all before, they only saw that when they were fighting criminals with their lives, this guy actually ate food face to face with the young lady?A good provisional license exam turned into a food show?

Wow, they really want to eat pistachio cake!Other things on the table are not bad QAQ.

Atobe glanced at the girl sleeping beside him in the dark, her cat was exactly the same as hers, sleeping like a cat strip in her arms.

He tried to wake her up.

"You don't want to continue watching?"

"Don't look, if I can't go, I will go."

"What about what my uncle told you before?"

"Zzzzzzz..."

Jibu raised his eyebrows.

Forget it, don't bother with her.

……

"You seem in a good mood?"

"Meet Superman." She said it as a matter of course.

superman.

Hong Jiaodong searched on his mobile phone when he was in the car and changing clothes. Superman is active in the metropolis. It is rumored that as long as someone encounters difficulties and calls Superman, he will immediately fall from the sky.

Later, the alien general Zod came to the earth and confirmed that Superman was a Kryptonian rather than an Earthling. Since then, the attitude towards Superman has begun to be severely polarized.

Good is like Christine, bad... Some comments on the Internet appeared in Hong Jiaodong's mind, and he said unscrupulously that Superman got out of the earth.

"You said... If there is such a system that puts these people with special abilities under the jurisdiction of the government, and all actions follow the command, will it be better?"

"I don't think so."

"why?"

"Power will fuel people's ambitions, but it will not affect real heroes. I have seen countless conspirators start conflicts because of inflated power, but I have never heard of heroes fighting for power."

"I've seen it."

Christine replied quickly: "That must not be a real hero."

Proctors: ………

It's okay for the game developer to diss Andewa, they are used to it, boom classmate, wake up, you are Andewa's son!

"Actually, this is a very good time," Christine took a sip of coffee, "Although Gotham is called Sin City, New York was once attacked by aliens, there was a virus in Raccoon City, and wandering the streets of Manhattan Vampire, BAU catches a perverted murderer every day..."

Hong Jiao Dong expressionless: ...

Desperate to listen to, okay times?

"But there are superheroes. Human beings are as powerful as gods, but those gods are as real as flesh and blood people. They have brought hope to the era. I am sincerely grateful to be born in this era."

"What is used to evaluate a hero?"

"Compassion and empathy, for everyone."

Looking at his thoughtful expression, she thought he hadn't had a good rest.

"After dinner, let's go to rest. Don't get me wrong. We rest together in time. In terms of space, you sleep in yours, and I sleep in mine."

Hong Jiaodong remembered her conversation with Batman, "Didn't you tell Batman that you were leaving this morning?"

"Relax," Christine smiled slyly, "Batman only moves at night, how does he know if I'm gone or not?"

The culprit of freezing Arkham was found out, and he suffered from recurrent hypochondria. Bruce, the real Batman Wayne, who was running here all the time and intending to make chance encounters, said: "..."

He clearly heard Ah Fu's laughter through the earphones.

Christine has no desire to survive. "The aperitif here is also good, but I like to drink it at the end of the meal."

Just when the waiter came over with a tray and was about to put down the goblet, someone took it without being refused.

"If I remember correctly, this honorable young lady will not turn 21 in six years and five months. I will serve this glass of wine."

Christine looked up and saw the half-smile of the man who was said to be her father's friend. She couldn't help shrinking her neck and explained, "But it's made with non-alcoholic champagne and fresh fruit juice."

Bruce: ...

Alfred laughed even louder.

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