All the superheroes I played are revived [Comprehensive Yingmei]

While Dan was talking on the phone, Clark looked up at the pale young man with his chubby face.

He has a very contradictory temperament. He is obviously a young man in his twenties, but his back that should be straight and tough is slightly bent.He has a handsome face, and if he smiles, he will be like a warm and energetic little sun, but his brows are tightly frowned, and some obscure and restrained emotions are buried in those dark blue eyes, which makes people bear I couldn't help but want to reach out and smooth the wrinkles between his brows.

After Clark shrank, his super hearing was also weakened to almost zero.But Dan's phone is still an old-fashioned landline, and the voice on the other side can be heard clearly even without super hearing, so the words "Lex Luthor" and "Superman" fell into Clark's ears.

As soon as Dan hung up the phone, Clark tentatively asked, "Tour? Are you an actor?"

Dan's pale face turned red in an instant, dyed all the way to his neck as if he was ashamed, and then quickly faded away: "No...I don't count." Dan forced a smile, as if to escape Avoiding Clark's eyes.

He put down the phone hastily, his right hand shook several times involuntarily, and then hung up the phone.

Dan sat back on the ground silently again, stared at the floor mat for a while, raised his head to look at Clark several times, hesitant to speak, and finally gave up the desire to tell, and instead whispered, "You said you are Superman, what are you talking about?" Evidence?"

"...my strength seems to have been weakened along with my body." Clark said awkwardly.

This is the first time Clark has tried to prove to others that he is Superman - and has not yet been able to prove it.

He tried to stand up staggeringly—Dan had to reach out to cover Clark's round head for this dangerous movement, lest he fall headlong into the fur again—clenched his fists and held his breath.

"Pfft."

The wool carpet had been blown into a tiny hairy pit by the impact of Clark's take-off.

"..." Dan looked at Clark, who was so hard-working that his face was blushing, but he was not as tall as him sitting on the ground. hit.

Clark fell back to the ground dejectedly, and sat down on his buttocks: "I can't prove it."

Clark's big blue eyes were full of loss and sadness, and the curly hair on the top of his head drooped limply. He sat in the fluffy and soft long wool, and even his short legs were submerged. He was a very pitiful little one.

Dan pursed his lips: "Then, do you know what the second grid of Batman's belt is?"

"Stimulant shot!" Clark blurted out, and looked at Dan with some doubts after he finished speaking.

Why would he know what's in the second compartment of Bat's belt?

Dan looked at Clark, and the moment Clark said the answer, his black and blue pupils shrank suddenly as if they had been poked at some pain point, and then slightly lowered their eyelids, appearing a bit lonely and silent.

Dan reached over and untied Clark's woolen scarf before a new question of "why does he look so sad" popped up in Clark's mind.

His hands were very steady and warm, and he held the little bicep Clark gently.

The shrunken Superman's body is soft and elastic, and it feels easier to pinch than the plush makeup eggs that theater makeup artists like to use.

Dan restrained his desire to pinch Superman's round belly, and put Superman squarely on the cushion.

The upholstery was fluffy, and as soon as the little Clark was put on it, a small hole was sunk in the upholstery, and most of his body was almost submerged in the fur.Clark had to raise his head, and while waving his little hands away the fur that was scratching his face, he asked, "How do you know about Bat's belt..."

The young town boy was keenly aware of the sudden stiffness of Dan's bent body, so he paused instinctively when he asked.

After hesitating for a while, Clark swallowed the question behind, and asked intimately, "I just heard your call. Are you... the stage play on tour, is it me?"

"Yes... yes." Dan got up and took out the small milk pot and water glass, poured the milk and handed it to Clark, "Did you hear that?"

Clark quickly stretched out his arms to hug the water glass full of milk: "I didn't mean to—oh!" Clark was instantly crushed by the water glass full of milk.

This scene has some cute contrasts that make people laugh.Think of the mighty and powerful figure of the god of the world in the past, the bright red cape flying in the air and hunting, and then look at the two-headed superman in front of him who is struggling to pick up the milk cup but is repeatedly crushed, Dan The originally dreary mood was lightened for a few seconds by the cuteness of the little god on earth.

"I'll get you a straw." Dan pursed his lips, sat up half-kneeling, and took out a straw from the cabinet beside him. After hesitating for a while, he took out a strawberry-flavored lollipop .

A few minutes later, Clark held a lollipop that was a bit too big for him in one hand, and struggled to grab the milk cup with the other hand, whistling hard at the straw.

Clark asked, "Well, I just called and said that Luther wanted to meet you. Are you going?"

Dan, who was looking at Little Clark, was stunned for a moment, and the fluffy warmth that had just risen in his heart suddenly seemed to be poked a hole and slowly sucked away by the cold wind outside: "...don't go .”

"Why? Are you worried about me?" Clark quickly let go of the milk cup and looked at Dan seriously.

"..." Dan's eyes moved, avoiding Clark's sincere, enthusiastic and kind eyes, "No, I can't do it."

"Mr. Luthor wants an excellent actor. I... I'm just a small actor in a children's theater." Dan stared at a spot on the felt, trying to restrain his emotions, not wanting to hide his body The negative emotions that almost swallowed him up were released, affecting Clark who was already in trouble.

He whispered: "This is just an objective and correct choice. You know, two months ago, I hadn't even performed on stage, and I definitely couldn't meet Mr. Luthor's standards. If that's the case—why should I How about going? Don't waste Mr. Luthor's time."

A pink lollipop suddenly came into his sight, and then a small hand slapped on Dan's hand.

This hand is so small that it can only hold Dan's two fingers. It is as soft as a cat's paw pad. It is completely different from the powerful hands of the gods on earth that could support the entire building.

Clark's round head also came closer, and his big blue eyes looked at Dan seriously: "Don't say that, I believe you can."

"You don't...you don't need to comfort me." Dan shook his head subconsciously, his eyes dodged in a panic: "Thank you, but I... can't do it."

"Hey!" Clark shook the lollipop in his hand, "Do you know who contacted you?"

"Mr. Luther..." Dan whispered.

"That's right. He is my mortal enemy. If there is one person in this world who knows me better than Lu...well, than Bat, it must be Luthor." Clark straightened his back and looked at Dan seriously. , "Even he approves of your performance, and even takes the initiative to contact you and choose you as his investigation object, then I think, you must be the most suitable person to play me."

"Promise me you'll go, okay?"

No one can look into the eyes of a god among men and say no.

Especially now that the eyes have become bigger and brighter, and the sincerity has doubled several times in an instant.

Dan almost drowned in those blue, sky-like eyes, and his desolate heart was warmed up by the pure sincerity and encouragement in those eyes, quietly turning bubbles, struggling to find a few strands from the deepest part of his heart. A deeply buried, unreconciled to somewhat bitter expectation.

He looked away in a bit of bewilderment, and responded very lightly and quickly:

"it is good."

·

I must be crazy.As he walked into the building of the Lex Group, Dan thought repeatedly in his mind.

Suffering and pain stirred repeatedly in his heart, making every step he took behind the beautiful secretary feel as heavy as if he was dragging a hundred kilograms of rock behind him.

Dan bit his lip, uncontrollably turning his head back and forth, looking at the farther and farther entrance of the building, the further he walked, the stronger his desire to turn around and run away, to rush out.

Superman is just comforting me, how can I take it so seriously?Obviously I know my own level, so why do I still want to come to Lex Group, let Mr. Luthor down, let myself be denied and disgusted again?

But... what if... what if what Superman said was true?Superman... never lies, right?What if he can really succeed this time?Dan's cold heart, which had been extinguished by countless denials, secretly and uncontrollably ignited a cluster of small flames from the ashes, resisting the heavy steps, pushing him to follow behind the secretary , all the way to Luther's office.

"Boss, we're here." The beautiful secretary reported bluntly, gestured to Dan to come in, and left the office.

In the spacious and atmospheric office, a man was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathed in sunlight.

"..." Dan was flashed by the man's bald head.

Luther looked at the blue sky of the metropolis for a while, then turned around with sharp eyes: "Dan Kerry?"

Danser flinched, lowered his head subconsciously, avoiding the eyes that made him flustered: "Yes."

"Superman never bows his head." Luther said flatly.

"Yes, I'm sorry!" Dan raised his head quickly, and the fire in his heart had been extinguished cowardly with a puff.

Luther showed an elusive expression, took a step, and walked towards Dan.

He stood in front of Dan, stared at Dan's face for a while trying to restrain himself not to bow his head, not to avoid looking at him, and finally settled on Dan's blue-black eyes with trembling, contradiction and self-loathing.

"It's strange. You look completely different from the one on stage." Luther turned his head slightly—it was only at this moment that Dan realized that the man in front of him actually had a very handsome face besides his bald head, with three-dimensional features and a perfect profile. , "Your eyes are not like his either."

Dan's body trembled, his fists clenched slowly, and his teeth bit his lips.

"Don't bite." Luther took another step closer.

The mortal enemy of the god on earth, bathed in the sunshine pouring in through the clean and bright floor-to-ceiling windows, was wearing a clean white shirt with a few unbuttoned necklines, revealing a sexy collarbone and plump chest muscles.Under the refraction of the sunlight, the gray-blue pupils revealed a glare as cold as ice and a little dazzling.

Luthor's long, light-colored eyelashes drooped slightly, and his gray-blue eyes looked at Dan's hard-bitten lips.

He raised his hand, and his slender fingers touched Dan's lower lip lightly: "Release, don't bite."

The author has something to say: Superman: ? ? ? ?I'm still a two-headed body, so Luther can already start flirting with Dan?Are you the real mother of the villain? ? ? ? ?

Stupid act: #感液蓝# Come on, sloppy milk.