Nuan Nuan Saves the World [Comprehensive British and American]

Mr. Clark Kent, today, like yesterday, and the same as the previous few days, quickly evacuated the office at the first second of get off work.

Anxiously as if going to an appointment that can't be late.

Of course he knows that the "Romance of a Small Town Boy and an Unknown Beauty" in the office has been compiled by his colleagues in seven or eight versions and deduced into more than a dozen developments. Among the bustling cities comparable to New York, the most indispensable thing is the bizarre stories that are not dared to be written in various novels.

He thinks that to a certain extent, Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne have miraculously calmed down recently and have no rivalry. It is also one of the reasons that they have an affair with a supermodel beauty. After all, the two rich men are vying to give superhero They are spending money, that is the scope of the report of the current affairs edition, just like the dystocia process of squeezing toothpaste in the Premier League Act, in the news circle where time is life, the enthusiasm has long been lost.

So I have so much free time that I can only write about celebrities divorced and cheated on the entertainment version of my colleagues, and I am very happy to arrange and arrange the gossip of small town boys with my colleagues in the current affairs section as a spare time activity. From the venomous eyes of the reporters, it can be seen at a glance that Clark, a colleague who still has the simple atmosphere of a small town boy, has a very high plasticity, a deep facial contour, a tall figure with perfect proportions, and a pair of beautiful blue eyes. Take care of it a little In terms of appearance, it will never lose to those Hollywood stars.

but……

Look at those old-fashioned shirts and black-rimmed glasses that have lasted for several years, which makes people return overnight to the bad taste in clothing that was called a fashion disaster in the last century.

What a waste of such a good figure and face.

Of course, Clark knew about these things.

To be honest, sometimes he really hopes that he can blind his body and face for nothing, instead of being surrounded by Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark, the two biggest investors of superheroes, looking up and down, and exchanging a You know what I know, and the eyes are embarrassed—no, it's a strong alliance to finalize the superhero merchandise sales plan.

His rush to get off work every day had nothing to do with dating, and he was all locked in the newly built indoor studio of the Avengers Building.

Rao, when he thinks that in a few months, he will be able to buy cups, towels, jugs and even one-to-one replicas with his own face on the newly established superhero official website, and then think about how those lovely girls would Some parts of his body... fantasies, the fearless Superman has an urge to go back to his hometown to grow corn every minute.

Clark heaved a long sigh, knelt down and touched the little milk cat lying on the ground, who was too lazy to move, trying to gain the power of healing from the little milk cat's dandelion-like long hair and thin cry. He was so satisfied that little flower effects were floating around his body, and even the little curly hair on his forehead was full of happiness.

Chris was rubbed and screamed twice in a half-dream and half-awake, moved a few times symbolically and found that he had no power to fight back in Clark's hands, so he simply gave up struggling and collapsed into a lump of cat cake in Superman's hands. He opened his mouth and let out a big yawn.

His memory is too chaotic and the time he has experienced is too long, so until now, part of his consciousness is still floating far away in the past time, which makes him inevitably a little energyless and weak, and he does not want to move. Facing superheroes They are rubbing, touching, kissing and hugging more and more excessively, and even the act of barking non-stop at him as their parents claim to be their own baby is becoming more and more laissez-faire, struggling so weakly that they are pinched by the pads Things are even too lazy to stretch their paws.

Anyway, the little milk cat's strength is useless at all, and it will be regarded as coquettish no matter what.Chris stretched his belly and turned over his stomach, and didn't care about Superman's smirking and trying to bury his face. He closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully, with Fenfen's paws spread out The appearance of the belly is simply blinding the system.

The system with this in mind honestly recorded the whole process from Chris being slapped to snoring.

By the time Chris woke up, it had been transferred from the hands of Superman to Peter. During this time, the little clerk, who was busy applying for colleges, hugged the little milk cat, rubbed him, and abruptly woke him up from his sleep, muttering "no" While stopping, you can draw circles on the book with one hand and take a pen in the other hand to take notes. Multitasking is not a new skill that has evolved recently.

When Peter speaks, he speaks very fast. It is not so much talking as it is a little habit of mumbling when he is not concentrating. Although from time to time he will ask Chris to ask questions as if asking for advice, but in fact Maybe he didn't pay much attention to what he was talking about, and a few words and sentences that didn't match the words and sentences that didn't match the words and sentences slipped out of his mouth without thinking, just like humming some strange tune. The songs can also occasionally rhyme.

So Chris actually doesn't quite understand what his messy words are trying to express, but this does not prevent him from feeling Peter's feelings, distressed, helpless and struggling, completely different from the usual bright and sunny emotions Different, like a shadow under the brilliance, when it is caught off guard, it quietly pops up and sinks heavily.

A young man of Peter's age is only troubled by a few things. At most, school, love, friends and club activities are added. However, no matter which one, Chris doesn't think he can give him any reliable advice, since he has no experience himself. What a normal growth experience.

If it is the troubles encountered by Peter, who has been working hard as a hero reserve, then Chris doesn’t feel that he can give any constructive opinions or suggestions. His whole way of thinking is almost opposite to that of the heroes, and he is selfish. Turning his face and denying others, if he really wants to say it, he gets along well with the villains.

So in the end, Chris could only rub Peter's arm as a comfort. Peter put down the pen and stroked his fine and soft fur, and sighed as he stroked his head to the tip of his tail. He picked up the kitten on his lap and rubbed it rub.

He did have a little bit of trouble these days.

Well... probably not just a little bit.Peter knelt down on the table with a frowning face, and decided to fish for a while today to give himself a vacation.

To be honest, what he encountered was not a big deal, but the sum of all the bits and pieces made it a headache and not even the slightest bit of joy.

Even though Peter already knew that when he chose something, he would inevitably have to lose something else, although he also felt that he could handle the sudden negative emotions well, but this process always required a process.

He needs some time to accept that he is drifting away from many of his friends at school, since he disappeared as soon as school was over and retired, and most of the clubs gave up more than [-]% of the social activities in the school. In Mr. Stark I made a lot of new friends here and lost a lot of friends from school.

There are no quarrels or conflicts, but when they react, they are already strangers.

He also needs some time to figure out how to deal with the doubts and inquiries of the elders in the family. After all, it is not a sign of reassurance for adults to catch him sneaking home or sneaking out of the window several times a week in the middle of the night.

At the same time, he needs some time to update his psychological endurance. As a hero, he must always learn to look directly at the abyss of crime, instead of squatting in the corner of the wall and vomiting in the dark when he dug up the corpse in the middle of the night. The nightmares can't lift the spirit at all. When you close your eyes, you will see the dead eyes of the corpse, the piercing shouts of the prisoners, and the tears of grief from the victims' families.

Regarding this point, Mr. Tony Stark, who sent home the baby in pajamas that was so weak from vomiting that day, said that from a small detail, he followed the clues to lead out the human smuggling organization buried in New York for many years, and single-handedly took the prisoner Even the strictest trainer couldn't deduct any points from Peter because he squatted in the corner and vomited in the dark afterwards.

Tony himself was about to vomit out seeing the disfigured corpses piled up on the ground, okay? The blood and flesh flying across the battlefield and the killings full of ugly and malicious desires in the city are completely two concepts, even if the strongest hero sees those The mutilated corpses may doubt what kind of world they are protecting.

By the way, the BAU team sent by the FBI and the co-operating Jefferson Institute Forensic Science Laboratory are really calm, rational and professional in handling cases in this area, which is more reliable than the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. He feels at ease.

Tony is already discussing with Bruce the feasibility of appropriately hiring some experts in criminology, forensic science or related fields as consultants, together with hiring reliable professional psychologists to provide regular psychological assessment and psychological counseling for superheroes.

No matter how different Dr. Hannibal Lecter was so different that Professor X trembled with anger, the recipe that made me feel sick when I saw the meat left a great shadow on the hearts of superheroes, and how resistant Tony himself was. He couldn't even deny the necessity of a psychiatrist for the treatment of this matter.

Even the police need to conduct psychological assessment and psychological treatment from time to time. As a superhero, as a high-pressure, high-load, high-risk job that is prone to psychological problems, he doesn't think everyone's mental state is particularly good.

Although Tony feels that these superheroes have their own invisible pain behind them, few of them will honestly see a psychiatrist on time.

He himself is a negative teaching material, so there is nothing to say.

A psychiatrist hired at a high price is likely to be less effective than a cat.

Looking at the little milk cat lying on the long table in the conference room so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open, and the superhero who couldn't help reaching out to touch the little milk cat's soft fur every time he entered the door, Tony felt I might as well change each person from a psychiatrist to a cat per person.

Even Batman didn't wear that black uniform, but attended the meeting as Bruce Wayne, just to hold the little milk cat in Captain America's shield in his arms more conveniently and confidently Lumping.

Damn he knew Bruce must be a cat pie too, otherwise why would there be two pointy cat ears on Batman's uniform.

However, the kind and great Iron Man would not say this. Considering how many times Superman complained behind his back, Batman is gloomy, scary, difficult to get along with and has a bad temper, and the new boss of the Daily Planet happens to be Bruce Wayne.

Let their simple and good-natured small-town boy live one last happy and ignorant blissful time, before he is tricked by The Flash into actually sneaking a clairvoyant glimpse into Batman's true identity.

May God bless him.

Tony thought that he couldn't control himself, hugged the little milk cat in Bruce's arms, touched the soft and silky feel, and only half of his attention was on the content related to the Super British Act projected on the screen. .

——He is already quite face-saving. Look at the Flash on the left with puffy cheeks holding a pile of pizza burgers, the Superman on the right who is sneaking under the table to catch up on manuscripts, and Hawkeye on the opposite side was killed by Wayne's special product. The cookies were fed to their heart's content, and Ye Yi leaned next to Dr. Banner, holding a mobile phone and smiling and talking about something, while their pajama baby was simply late, and even Bruce himself spoke casually. Why waste your short life in a conference room when there is nothing good to do on the weekend.

Chris, who was woken up abruptly by Tony's light and heavy rubbing, yawned habitually, waved his little milk cat's unintimidating paws, and slapped away the hands that were rubbing more and more toward the belly, and slowly pulled the conference table He climbed up on his hind legs, twisted his buttocks, and rolled into a cat's nest. The shield that originally belonged to Captain America was wrapped tightly in a small blanket, and he physically expressed his resistance to rubbing his belly at every turn. .

Okay, okay, don't mess with their little milk cat.Except Dr. Banner, who picked up the cat he picked up and hadn't touched it a few times, couldn't help reaching out and pinching Chris's little ear. Everyone coughed a few times and turned their attention back to the hamburger/pizza/press release/ On the cookie, he pretended that he was not the one who watched seriously just now and cheered up the little milk cat in his heart.

Chris was so sleepy that he almost couldn't open his eyes, probably because the part of his consciousness drifting in memory was about to come back. Recently, his whole cat was so exhausted that he just crawled into the shield from the table. Actions like this can make him drowsy, but at the same time, his vigilance is raised to the extreme, and he will wake up from his sleep at the slightest disturbance.

Hell, if only these superheroes could have touched him twice less, he would have been back to normal the other day.

Instead of being like now, at the superhero meeting, he was so dizzy and tired that he couldn't open his eyes, and he changed back to his human form in front of everyone.

——In the beginning, he looked like a boy with cat ears and cat tails, with two cat ears upturned in his dark gray hair, and a small blanket on his stomach. Dr. Banner, who was closest to him on the conference table, was so frightened that his face almost turned green.

Immediately afterwards, as Chris returned to the cage and gradually woke up from the dark dream, the boy's form slowly changed into the adult appearance that Chris should have. The gray scatter was draped over his forehead, and the sharp vision at the moment of opening his eyes made Superman jump up from his seat reflexively, almost hitting the ceiling.

"K...Reese..." Bruce's face was completely darkened, and every sound seemed to be choked out from between his teeth.

It's a pity that the target of his anger didn't notice it. Chris greeted him lazily yawning, his tone vague and righteous, as if they broke into his bedroom for no reason and disturbed a good dream.

That goddamn, Chris-only, jerk look like it's someone else's fault no matter the circumstances.

"Yo, long time no see, Mr. Wayne." Chris seemed to be a bit tired, his fingertips were surrounded by a thin touch of gold, and he was pinning his hair behind his ears On the top of his ears, those light-colored eyes seemed to have precipitated an indistinguishable deep color, but they turned into a narrow smile full of interest when Peter hurried in.

"I'm sorry I ran into something a little late on the road——Chris!!!!" Peter's expression and screaming almost perfectly satisfied Chris's evil taste, making him full of memories that were too long. The gloom melted under the sun like snow.

He laughed softly, raised his eyebrows and spoke softly, his half-naked body stretched out beautifully: "Everyone, don't look like you ate a fly, I am the one who has been touched these days."

Almost instantly, Peter's face turned red into a tomato visibly.

In contrast, Mr. Bruce Wayne's face was so black that it was about to drip ink.

Chris finally couldn't control it, and he laughed wantonly and happily, full of frivolity that made people uncomfortable.