I really don't care

To be honest, the reporter was still very tall, but he seemed to be used to it, and kept bending over to apologize, which made Moore feel a little disobedient.

Moore felt that he was also hurt by the bump, but he still maintained a smiling face, "Well...it's okay."

The tall man picked up the things on the ground, and smiled at Moore who helped him pick up things, "Thank you, I'm Clark Kent, I work for the Daily Planet, and I'm an ordinary little reporter."

"Moore Ogu, just call me Moore." Moore smiled slightly, "I don't have a job for the time being." If the gang leader counts as a job, then so be it.

Of course, Moore knew that Superman should have a disguised identity on weekdays, and even knew the name of the character he was pretending to be, but he didn't expect it to be such a big man with a slightly bent waist on purpose.

How should I put it, it's not all because of the glasses on his face that make him unrecognizable to others, but also because of his deliberately stooped figure, it seems that he is not very courageous with his hands and feet.

But there was a very warm aura about him.

Although Moore felt a little funny about Superman's disguised identity, he liked the warm breath on Superman's body very much. This breath soothed the restlessness in his heart, and he smiled slightly, "Are you in such a hurry, are you going to be late?" gone?"

He got to the point.Clark Kent almost stopped thinking.

Clark Kent's expression was a bit bitter, he thought of the expression that Louise might have, and hurriedly said goodbye to Moore.

There wasn't even time to think about what Moore was here for.After all Moore said 'We'll meet again. 'What's up with this villain's discourse?

Clark Kent would have made it to work anyway.

But he heard someone calling him again: "Superman! Help me!"

It seems that full attendance is a goal that can never be achieved.

He was even ridiculed by other colleagues because he always ran to the bathroom to cover up when he heard calls for help——

Don't think so much anymore.

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Moore knew that Superman was not easy, but he didn't expect it to be so easy.

He watched Superman run away quickly.

He watched as the Superman who was "in an endless battle for truth, justice, and the American way" ran out, just so he wouldn't be late for work.

Speaking of it, it's pretty sad.

Maul rubbed his nose, deciding to call Superman when it was time for his lunch break.

Because Superman is so miserable... whoever superhero can do his job-wait, Peter seems to be too.Moore, who didn't have to worry about food, drink, or going to work on time, his eyes wandered for a moment, and he suddenly felt infinitely sympathetic to them.

If he said he was looking for him during lunch break, Moore would never look for him in advance. He kept his word and he did a good job.

Superman is an alien, with a physique that ordinary people can't achieve through exercise, which is a state that a god like Thor can hardly achieve.

He is invulnerable, he is a god among men.

Because he is so powerful, the first reaction of everyone in danger is not to save themselves, but to shout 'Superman'.

Moore also sometimes feels tired of this Superman who symbolizes truth and justice.

Too much to indulge them.

Moore thought about it for a while. He grew up so big, and he has never been to any playground. Although today is not a good time, Lex Luthor is not in a hurry anyway—after all, Superman is a big bug. Well.

Then Moore, who had never enjoyed such a relaxing feeling, set off alone to the playground here.

Yes, he was alone.Because there is no one around him who can accompany him for the time being, he can only go alone, otherwise he will always be in the coffee shop, which is too pitiful.

But because of his outstanding face, many girls and sisters in the playground came to strike up a conversation and wanted to take a photo or something. Of course, there were not a few who watched from a distance.

With his own face, Moore got all kinds of small candies, and some people wanted to give him marshmallows and souvenirs he bought.However, Moore still refused.

He smiled slightly, and the crowd couldn't affect his beauty as if he had been favored by the gods, "Thank you very much, but I still want to buy it myself." Seeing that there are still people who want to give him something, Moore smiled more gently "If I take it away, don't you have no souvenirs? I don't want to see you sad."

As a result, although people didn't give him anything, they boiled up.

Moore choked, what did he do?

But Moore still enjoys this ordinary feeling very much. He is showing his face now because it doesn’t matter if he is discovered. Superman knows that he is coming, Batman and the others also know his intention to come here, even Lake S Luthor would have guessed, but so what?

Batman will not object, even if Lex Luthor knows, there is no way to stop it.There is a saying that goes well, 'one force breaks all laws', as long as you have enough strength, so what if you are discovered?

Moore had absolutely, absolutely no excuse for wanting to go to the playground.

Absolutely not.

Moore watched a very old-looking white-haired old man making marshmallows. He looked very old, but his hands were not messy at all, but very neat.

The old man concentrated on making marshmallows, because the technique was so proficient that it was pleasing to the eye. Moore, who didn't want to eat marshmallows, thought about it for a while, and took out some change in his pocket, "Please give me a marshmallow."

The old man didn't look up, but just took the change under his eyes, "It will be ready soon!"

Moore watched the old man quickly make another copy for him, and when he raised his head and handed it to Moore, Moore saw the old man's eyes full of surprise.

Moore heard the old man say to him: "Fate is like the cotton candy you bought. Since you paid for it, it should be yours, it's yours."

"...What?" Moore was confused by the old man. He looked into the old man's wise eyes and didn't know what to say for a while. After taking the cotton candy, he nodded to the old man.

At this moment, the place that was not very crowded just now was immediately filled with people, pushing Moore away.

When Moore got rid of the crowd and came back, the old man was no longer there.

Moore touched his nose regretfully, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart. It felt like he had missed this time, and he would never see him again in his lifetime.

how could be?Since we are in this world, we will see each other again one day.Moore smiled to comfort himself, but the marshmallow in his mouth lost its sweetness.

In this crowded crowd, as long as you walk slowly, you can see all kinds of life.

Probably thought too much.Moore finished eating the marshmallows and stared blankly for a while, maybe because he was pretending to be something, he didn't realize how fast time passed, and he didn't realize how much pressure he put on others.

He went to the haunted house expressionlessly. The people in the haunted house didn't scare him into tears, but he almost made them cry.

Before he realized it, he had just finished eating the marshmallows and going to the haunted house, and it was already noon.

Moore hasn't played other games yet, but he can't continue anymore. The work that needs to be done must be done.

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He struggled for a long time, after all, he hadn't played a single entertainment item yet.

But this matter, always let Superman know.

Play it next time.Moore sighed, walked to a slightly remote place in the playground—at least surrounded by trees—and summoned the strongest summoned beast in the world: Superman.

"Superman! Can you come here?" After all, Moore wasn't asking for help, and he wasn't in a hurry at all. What if there was someone who needed to be rescued?He thought for a while, "If you have more urgent matters, you can leave me alone, it doesn't matter if you come later."

"..." Clark Kent, who was almost subconsciously looking for the bathroom again, was made to think this guy was a little cute.

But thinking of his partner, he subconsciously shuddered again.

Clark Kent is eating lunch, and there is no voice for help now. Since Moore said so, he will go after eating.

Sorry, just wait for 2 minutes.

Who would believe that Clark Kent, who appears to be a small reporter, is actually Superman Kal-El?But the fact is that only a few close people and superheroes know about it.

Clark changed into Superman's clothes and flew to where Moore was.

He knew it was a playground, so he deliberately arrived in secret, avoiding the sight of others, and only landed in front of Moore.

There is no condemnation of Moore on his perfect face. After all, Moore did not call him when he was in danger, but he is completely tolerant. He spoke gently, and the tone of his mouth can make people feel at ease, "Call me Is there something going on here?"

Moore nodded, "I think I've introduced myself today, and I have something to say about Lex Luthor."

"But..." Moore pointed to Superman's clothes, "Mr. Kent, do you want to wear this all the time?"

"...Huh?" Superman was still a little bit panicked when he was exposed, but when he saw Moore's transparent eyes that seemed to see through everything, he felt that it didn't matter, so he asked intuitively, "You Will it take up a lot of my time? Can't make a long story short?"

After all, I still have to go to work in the afternoon... Although it is true that there is no field mission today.

"Well... yes, there's no problem then." Moore laughed, "I'll tell you now."

Moore looked serious, "I don't think this matter has much to do with you, but after all, you are the end point of the plan, and you are the one he will kill in the end, so I think you need to know."

Because Moore looked too serious, Superman also corrected his expression, without a trace of a smile flowing out.

But... Clark Kent, an ordinary man under the shell of Superman, felt that Moore's eyes seemed to always go to the noisy place.

The author has something to say:

Hmm... it's an easter egg

Running to noisy places is of course because he wants to play

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