Superman

While enjoying the various praises and reports of the Metropolis for Superman;

On the other side are ordinary small-town boys.

The object of a crush discovers the secret identity of a superhero? This is actually very satisfying for young people who are keen to show off their personality traits in front of the opposite sex.

Of course, Clark wasn't that naive.

He only had a hint of inexplicable joy at the very beginning.

When they calmed down, everything turned into panic.

What if Lana isn't willing to keep it a secret?

Clark was a little worried, whether the big cousin would think that he had screwed up all this, and kicked him out of the Superman family in anger.

"Your internship is over."

The little cousin was uneasy, and the classic lines of those unscrupulous bosses firing subordinate employees in the movie echoed in his mind.

"I believe that with the relationship between you and Lana, she will definitely keep a secret for you."

Luke didn't guess Clark's mental activities, and replied casually.

He is more concerned about Lex's follow-up than Lana knowing the identity of Superman.

That clever godson has always had a keen sense of observation, so he might be able to detect some clues.

After the last bank robbery, Lex had been very concerned about Clark.

Although they practiced fencing together every day, they established a deep friendship.

But considering Lex's character and city government, Luke does not rule out his idea of ​​getting close to Clark to investigate the truth behind it.

"My relationship with Lana... we are just ordinary classmates."

The little cousin's voice revealed a sense of depression.

"Clark, you have to know that very few girls can resist the temptation to be a superhero's girlfriend."

Luke doesn't take Superman's strict secrecy seriously.

According to his plan, this is information that will be made public sooner or later.

Only when Clark Kent, the son of a Kansas farmer, overshadows Superman, the orphan of Krypton, can the little cousin be more easily accepted and recognized.

Behind the seemingly powerful title of "God of the World", it often represents a certain kind of vigilance and distance.

"Is that right?"

Clarke scratched his head. He was really popular when he put on the Superman costume and hovered above the Metropolis.

Every time the innocent people in the fire were rescued, or a car accident was prevented... those people were very happy, and they couldn't wait to rush up to take a group photo and ask for autographs.

The most exaggerated is that he successfully landed a crashed airliner not long ago.

One of the beautiful flight attendants who survived the disaster was so enthusiastic that she even unbuttoned her blouse and asked Clark to sign her chest.

The underage Superman has never seen such a battle.

Looking at the purple lace and white skin, Clark couldn't help but blushed, and then fled in fright.

As pure as he is, he hasn't even watched a restricted-rated movie.

Not to mention, looking directly at a woman's body.

"of course."

Luke nodded, responding to his little cousin.

"The premise is that she hasn't experienced her boyfriend mysteriously disappearing every night, and is often kidnapped and hijacked by villains..."

Clark: "..."

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Smart people are always different. They can often discover the essence or law of the world's operation from a small thing.

For example, the most famous apple in the world is said to be the reason why Newton later proposed the law of universal gravitation.

Or when Archimedes was taking a bath, he solved the king's "Golden Crown Mystery" and derived the law of buoyancy.

The veracity of these stories may be debatable.

But there is no doubt that being good at observation is one of the good habits for accumulating wisdom.

Back at the mansion, Lex is startled by the daytime shooting at the racetrack.

Although there is a saying that goes, "A free America, gunshots every day".

Kelex grew up in a wealthy area with outstanding public security, and went to a private noble school. He was picked up by bodyguards and drivers when he traveled.

For the chaotic and dirty slums, there is not much understanding.

He was originally sitting in the stands, waiting for his good friend Clark to show his skills and show off once.

Who knew that the starter shot at the audience, wounded an innocent person, and later killed the godfather's thoroughbred horse.

By the time the submachine guns fired into the sky, everyone had dispersed like birds and beasts.

Lex was surrounded by the panicked crowd and couldn't move an inch. He called Clark's name loudly, but no one responded.

Later he returned to the game, the man wearing the "President Jefferson" mask, who had just been carried on a stretcher.

And Clark was very honest, and recorded a statement with the police.

According to his answer, Superman saved him.

"Superman again..."

Lex frowned, he always felt that something was wrong, Clark seemed to have some secrets from him.

"He just kept staring at Lana...'s chest."

Although the time of acquaintance was not long, Rex knew Clark quite well.

He is not very good at lying, and it is even less likely that he will stare at the chest of his crush like a pervert.

Normally, this guy would feel nervous even looking at Lana, so how could he suddenly act so boldly?

A faint intuition reminded Lex that Clark must be hiding something.

Such an inference made his eyes light up slightly, as if he had discovered some interesting activity.

"Detective Lex Luthor is coming."

Lex said proudly.

He took it as a pastime.

Like being too bored after breakfast and passing the time with crossword puzzles in the newspaper.

"First find a way to get the gangster's confession, and then... it's Lana, there is something strange about her, that's why Clark pays special attention."

Lex snapped his fingers, his execution ability has always been off the charts, and without the slightest hesitation, he began to make plans.

"Cave, meteorite..."

A few days later, using the bargaining chip of "hiring a lawyer", Lex got a lot of useful information from the bank robber lying on the hospital bed with his lower body paralyzed.

According to "President Jefferson", in order to avoid being chased by the police, he did not escape along the road, but abandoned his car and hid in the dense forest more than ten kilometers away from the town.

Then he accidentally fell into an uninhabited cave, and the rock walls inside were covered with all kinds of glowing green ores, like clusters of growing plants.

The other party stayed cautiously for about a week, and found that his body had undergone tremendous changes.

The skin was metalized, hard as steel.

After repeated tests several times and confirmed that he was invulnerable, the "President Jefferson" decided to return to the small town, kill that bad guy, and loot the bank's vault by the way.

That was the plan that came out of his stupid, muscle-stuffed brain.

The conversation only went so far, and Lex's visiting hours came to an end.

He fails to go any further and ask who Superman really is and what he looks like.

"The ore that gives people superpowers..."

Lex's face twitched twice, forcibly suppressing the excitement in his heart.

But his clenched hands already revealed his uneasy mood.

"Do you want to tell the godfather?"

Almost immediately, Lex thought of Luke.

But he immediately dismissed the idea that it might just be a lie fabricated by the bank robbers.

If I haven't confirmed it, I'm afraid I will provoke ridicule if I rush to claim credit.

Lex groaned for a moment, thinking of what the bank robbers said, there was a jeep hiding a unique ore in the trunk.

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"Lex? Lex!"

That afternoon, Clark came to Lex's house as usual.

Although the equestrian competition was forced to suspend and end, fencing can still continue.

Besides, Clark is more willing to get along with friends than to face his big cousin, at least there will be no pressure.

Luke is sometimes not very serious, and likes to say some weird things that people can't understand.

But perhaps because of the Kryptonian's keen intuition, he always felt that when he stood in front of the other party, his heart felt like a stone was pressed against him.

Maybe this is the super saiyan, the sense of oppression created by lower-level fighters?

"Is the door open..."

Clark rang the doorbell several times, but there was no response.

He stretched out his hand and pushed the door, and there was a "squeak" sound, revealing a gap in the thick mahogany-clad copper door.

"Lex!"

Clark yelled twice, but there was still no response.

So he went in, went straight up the stairs to the second floor, and came to the study where Lex usually stayed most often.

"Why don't you talk at home?"

Seeing Lex sitting in front of the desk with his head down, Clark couldn't help complaining.

"I, no, listen, here."

Lex seemed to have caught a cold, his voice was a little hoarse, and he stuttered every word.

His eyes were fixed on an iron box on the table, but he didn't look at the friend who came.

"You are a little strange, are you sick?"

Clark felt something was wrong, approached and said.

"No. I'm, very, fine."

Lex raised his head slowly, pulling out a stiff smile.

His eyes were full of fierce light, like a wild beast, exuding a violent breath.

Seeing this, Clark involuntarily stepped back.

Lex, who is usually humorous and tries hard to show a gentle side, seems to be a different person.

He stood up abruptly, grabbed the slender steel sword on the side shelf, and stabbed directly at Clark.

"Lex, what are you doing?"

Clark was careless, did not dodge, and was directly hit by the opponent's blow.

The sharp steel sword pierced the chest, bending out an astonishing arc, which didn't even pierce Superman's skin.

According to Clark's generous character, it is impossible for him to kill Lex.

Therefore, they could only yell in an attempt to wake up the other party; at the same time, they kept retreating to avoid attacks.