Superman of the Marvel Universe

Lex, a second-generation rich man, and Clark, the son of a Kansas farmer.

The reason why they became friends can be traced back to the car accident.

As we all know, in interpersonal communication, the first impression is often very important.

Clark is Lex's savior and has a close relationship with Lex's godfather.

After meeting several times, the two easily developed a good impression.

Later in the process of getting along, their friendship quickly heated up. This may sound strange.

Lex and Clark are both autistic boys with few friends, so they have no shortage of things to talk about.

Therefore, the proud and arrogant rich second generation and the kind-hearted farmer's son gradually became close friends.

Having said this, I have to sigh with emotion.

Superman always seems to attract the attention of wealthy people, from Lex Luthor to Bruce Wayne.

One is a capitalist in Metropolis, and the other is a wealthy people in Gotham.

The only thing they have in common, besides being rich, is that they have an unusual relationship with Clark Kent.

Thinking about it again, Superman also has a journalist girlfriend whose father is a Pentagon general, which is a perfect example of a winner in life.

But it's understandable, after all, he sacrificed an entire planet of compatriots in exchange for this luck.

Lex left the mansion, drove a brand new sports car to the door of Kent's house, and honked the horn twice.

Not long after, Clark appeared in front of him with two dark circles under his eyes.

"boarding."

Lex, wearing sunglasses, raised his chin.

"It's a rare weekend when you just sleep at home, can you be a little refreshed?"

Clark smiled bitterly. He was busy with schoolwork, football team training and poaching during the day.

Wearing a Superman uniform at night, he travels from Kansas to Metropolis to fight criminals, punish evil and promote good.

24 hours a day, full schedule, seriously not enough sleep time.

If it weren't for the Kryptonian's strong physique and the sun's rays to replenish his energy, he would have died suddenly.

"Lex, I'm not interested in those parties or meeting other girls."

Clark reluctantly sat in the passenger seat. His new friend had been quite concerned about his relationship recently.

Not only does he specialize in holding parties and introducing partners, but he also teaches various tips on how to seduce girls.

Unfortunately, Clark falls into the more innocent category.

He was completely unmoved by those girls with hot bodies, wearing hot pants and short skirts and twisting their waists, and he only had Lana in his heart.

"Clark, you need to enrich your life so you don't look like a nerd."

Lex said with a smile.

"I took advantage of the town's equestrian competition to help you make an appointment with Lana."

The listless Clark suddenly opened his eyes wide as if on stimulants and asked: "Equestrian competition"

"Yes, you may not know that Lana is the equestrian champion of this town for three consecutive years and has also represented Kansas in an international championship in the metropolis."

Lex smiled confidently.

"If you can perform well in this game, she will definitely be impressed."

But Clark didn't show any surprise. He just scratched his head and said, "But, I can't ride a horse."

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Lex's cheerful voice suddenly stopped.

Why don’t people who have farms and ranches at home know how to ride horses?

"There are still three days until the equestrian competition. You can learn now."

Lex also worked hard to help Clark get out of singles.

"I can be your equestrian instructor."

Seeing Lex being so positive, Clark couldn't help but be touched.

He was wondering if he should ask his eldest cousin to take a few days off and learn equestrian skills temporarily.

"I didn't expect that you can also ride horses. Would a private school like that teach you this?"

Clark asked curiously.

"Golf, equestrian, and ski fencing are all courses I want to take."

Lex seemed to remember something and said in a low voice: "My father is very strict and wants me to do my best in everything."

"So, sitting next to you is a master equestrian, a professional skier and a master fencer."

Lukla Airport in eastern Nepal.

A Gulfstream passenger plane parked quietly on the runway. An old man with gray hair stood at the entrance where the ramp was lowered, looking into the distance, as if waiting for a tourist who was preparing to return home.

He wore a handmade suit and a pair of Oxford leather shoes, his hair was meticulously combed, and his accent had a distinct British accent.

After a long time, a figure finally appeared on the empty runway.

The other party walked near the passenger plane without any obstruction.

This is a young man who looks like a tramp. Although his face is covered with mud and dirt, his eyes are exceptionally bright, giving people a firm feeling.

"Master Wayne, you have been gone for a long time."

The old man suppressed the joy in his heart and said in a teasing tone.

"Is this the latest fashionable dress to make yourself look like a beggar?"

That's right.

This homeless man is the proud man of Gotham, Bruce Wayne, who has disappeared for many years.

He began to travel around the world a long time ago and experience low-level life. Even the old butler Alfred did not know his whereabouts.

It wasn't until a few days ago that the other party learned that Bruce Wayne had appeared in Nepal.

"Long time no see, Alfred."

The homeless man named "Bruce Wayne" smiled, feeling happy to see someone close to him.

During his time traveling around the world, he experienced a lot and learned a lot.

The League of Assassins taught him how to arm his body and build a terrifying image.

Although, the concepts of Ninja Master and Bruce Wayne are not consistent.

But the latter absorbs the essence, discards the dross, and perfects his inner world.

"What kind of superman is this?"

Bruce took a shower on the passenger plane and put on a pair of brand new clothes.

He hasn't experienced what it feels like to be clean for a long time.

"Metropolis' new superhero, who is said to be able to fly and is magically able to lift a truck with one hand."

Alfred glanced at the newspaper and replied.

"Master Wayne, a lot has happened in the years you have been gone."

Bruce frowned slightly, his attention drawn to the red cloak on the newspaper.

flying superman

"for example"

Bruce looked back and asked casually.

"For example, legally speaking, you are a dead person now."

Alfred shrugged and said with a bit of cold humor: "You have been missing for seven years. Everyone in Gotham thought that the only heir to the Wayne family died for various strange reasons."

"So, when I return to Gotham, it's like performing a miracle of resurrection from the dead."

Bruce twitched the corner of his mouth, he didn't care about these minutiae.

Before leaving, this proud man of Gotham handed over all the huge inheritance left by his parents to the old butler.

Although, Wayne Enterprises fell into the hands of those board members.

But as long as he wants to take it out, there is no difficulty.

"Is Gotham still the same bad place?"

His thoughts wandered for a while, and Bruce put back his distracting thoughts and asked the question he was most concerned about.

"Gotham never changes, Master Wayne."

Alfred replied.

"Then it's time for some changes."

Bruce said this as he looked at the moving clouds through the porthole.