[Comprehensive British and American] Write Lei Wen in the name of Super Reverse

"Our finances are in the red."

Back in the room, Carl said seriously.

Everyone except Roy looked away.

Grabbing the bonus that Hannibal got, I finally ran out of ammunition and food until today.

"Can you tell me where the money was spent in the past few days when I didn't keep accounts?" Carl gritted his teeth grimly.

Everyone's face is blank:

It felt like nothing was bought, nothing was added, but the money just disappeared.

Emei (aazg).

Carl looked at them and sighed: "You guys are like this, how can I go to trial without worry, and how can I go to jail without worry?"

Everyone: "..."

Carl smiled strangely: "Fortunately, I was prepared."

He took a box out of a drawer and opened it to reveal four check slips in tightly bundled bundles.

He had a bundle in one hand and distributed it to four people: "This row is Lex Corporation, this row is Stark Enterprises, this row is Wayne Corporation, and this row is S.H.I.E.L.D. You only need to fill in the amount, All tests are valid."

Although people are about to leave, technical products are still there.

Baguoxia took her mobile phone and sneaked into the balcony.

Out of Matthew's respect and gratitude to Tony, he decided to write some settings alone and seriously.

After all, it would be too bad to write "a domineering president in love with a civilian lawyer" in case of a hand shake.

While he was squinting and staring at the phone screen against the surrounding night city lights, Connor appeared behind him and said, "Hi."

Bei Guoxia shook her hand and almost dropped her phone on the ground.

Connor bent down to scoop it up in his hand, turned the screen so that the screen was facing the ground, and returned it to him.

Bei Guoxia took the phone, causing the fingers of the two to touch.

Connor jerked his hand back.

The phone fell out of Baguoxia's fingers for the second time and fell to the ground.

"Sorry..." Connor muttered.

Bei Guoxia laughed out loud.

The scene suddenly calmed down.

"Are you texting Jerry?" Connor asked.

Bei Guoxia shook her head: "No. Uh, I haven't texted him for a while."

"So you..." Connor put his hands in his pockets, staring at the ground, "It didn't work?"

Bei Guoxia sighed, and took the initiative to mention: "During the day..."

"Daytime." Connor turned his face away, avoiding his sight.

"daytime."

The two fell into the repeater state for a while, repeating these two words to each other.

Finally, Baguoxia realizes how endless this is.

He coughed and asked clearly, "Want to talk about the day's affairs?"

Connor showed puppy eyes: "I heard Carl say... I thought you would really be paralyzed."

"Yeah, I scared you." Baguoxia pursed her lips, "I wanted to wait for Damian to see that scene and see if it would leave any psychological shadow on him."

Connor said matter-of-factly, "He won't."

"Yeah, it's so stupid." Baguoxia said briskly, "But I know you want to comfort me, so thank you."

He clenched his fist and tapped Connor lightly on the shoulder.

But Connor still looked like he couldn't let go.

"You are not my relation, nor my brother," he whispered. "Marriage keeps us connected."

So Bei Guoxia pulled him to her side and put his arms around his shoulders: "You know, 'not to separate' does not mean literally."

Connor gave him a disappointed look, then lowered his head again.

"You can do what you want, whatever. Fight your career like Jason, or get out of here and be like Carl... well, Carl's example is a bit bad. But whenever you need, contact me, I'm Will still be here, or in Gotham. You can always find me." Baguoxia said.

"But anything can happen to you, because the world is dangerous," Connor said.

"Oh, well," Baguoxia thought about it, and raised his hand to ruffle his hair, "I have a way to protect myself. And I promise, no matter what happens, every day I exist, there will be a place for you by my side."

"Even though I might not be who you imagined?"

"As long as that's what you want to be."

Connor paused, and said, "Even if half of my genes are Lex Luthor's?"

It turned out that this was the main reason.

Bei Guoxia's hand stopped: "Luther came to pester you?"

Connor was silent.

Bei Guoxia broke his head, forcing him to turn his head and look at her:

"Connor, even a living Luthor can't defeat Superman, can he win the genetic war?"

It's too early to worry about going bald, trust a superhuman hairline.

Although it is tall, it is better than being stable.

"But Luthor says I look like him."

"I swear by my firm aesthetics, you are definitely a Superman." Baguoxia vowed, "Let that bald man stop rubbing your face, and look at his beauty."

Connor pulled out a photo and said, "He still wants me to have this hairstyle."

Baguoxia glanced at the photo and trembled instantly:

I thought that Connor had reached puberty, but it turned out that he stepped into the non-mainstream stage in one step.

"Isn't this a picture of Luthor when he had hair?" he asked mournfully.

Connor watched Baguoxia talking to himself while circling back and forth on the balcony:

"Did I just say that I support him? Now it's over, it's hard to get over it, and I'm asking for trouble... Chaojia's face, I want to cut this hairstyle... I finally understand the feeling of a black-haired person giving red-orange-yellow-green-blue-purple-haired person Well... the bald head used to be the patriarch of the funeral family, right... His hair must have been washed, cut, blown and tossed so badly that he chose to shave and raise his hair... I said that I would support all his choices... Ah, it's important It's not about appearance..."

"cowry?"

Baguoxia stopped and announced to Connor: "If you plan to change this hairstyle..."

Connor stared at him.

"I'll just cut the same style first." Baguoxia stroked her hair and said through gritted teeth, "Let you see the effect."

Connor was terrified.

He persuaded: "Calm down."

Baguoxia calmed down.

He ran into the house, found paper and pen, and ran back.

"Let's play a game," he announced breathlessly. "It's called 'How Much Like Are You and Luthor?' and we both have to write about it. What do you think?"

"Since it's a game, why not bring me along." Carl appeared from behind and said.

Then, he shouted into the room: "Jason, Roy, let's play a game together."

"Luther, number one, he proposed to the Joker."

"I would never propose to a clown," Jason hissed. "Even if I got engaged to him, he would die on the spot, and I wouldn't do it in such a twists and turns."

"The important thing is not the proposal, it's his unswerving means." Connor said, "I did the same thing to Bei..."

"You just proposed to Ben?" Everyone looked at him.

"No, no." Connor said quickly.

"Hey, haven't you guys proposed to an adult you like before?" Bei Guoxia glanced at them.

The adult Jason had a crush on when he was a child was Batman.

The adult Roy once had a crush on was Green Arrow.

The two imagined the "marriage proposal" scene at the same time.

Each shuddered.

Bei Guoxia continued: "When I was young, I didn't always say 'I want to marry my father'..."

"He's taking advantage of you." Roy immediately "reminded" Connor.

"It doesn't matter who it is. If you propose, we will wish you a happy life together. If Luthor proposes, we will wish him an early divorce." Carl concluded.

"Luther, the second point, he is super deceptive."

"Hmph, so I'm the one who resembles Luthor the most." Carl laughed at himself.

"Hello? Does being able to deceive people count?" Roy asked, "In battle, except for Superman who can slash and cleave all the way, who doesn't learn some tricks to deceive people? Anyone here who has deceived people, please Hands up."

Everyone except Connor raised their hands spontaneously.

"Ah," Roy murmured, "it looks like we're all Luthor's evil off-body."

Connor looked at Baguoxia: "Have you ever lied to someone?"

Baguoxia pursed her lips and looked at Jason: "Remember last month I said that the jam vegetable biscuit you developed was delicious?"

Jason frowned.

"Actually, when that piece of biscuit was in my mouth," Baguoxia gestured with her fingers to commit suicide by pointing her head at her head, "I just wanted to 'boom——'"

"Luther, the third point, he is rich, very rich, very rich."

"Financial deficit." Carl couldn't forget, "Not only did you spend money, but you couldn't even tell who you gave it to."

"Does Superman ever forget where his money is spent?" Connor asked.

"He will." Jason said, "Otherwise, the next time you meet him, you can ask him: Who bought him the house, why did he have no money to buy the house as Superman, and where did his money go? I I don't believe he can answer it."

"He doesn't want to see me at all," Connor said lowly.

"Let me be fair," Carl said, "I'm a different kind of person from Superman, and I'm going to show it off. Buy a ticket to escape to Africa. If only I could fly like Superman, I'd fly straight out of the galaxy."

"Oh, me too." Roy reached out his hand and shook hands with Carl, "I don't even need to buy a ticket, I'll dig a hole straight to Africa on the spot."

"But they will come back in the end." Bagoxia added, "It's just a question of... 'If Superman has a family, how should he explain it to his family'."

"Superman has a girlfriend," Jason said.

"Luther, point four, bald."

"Well, eat more black sesame seeds, use more hair tonic, you can struggle... Maybe."

Baguoxia said sadly.

The others cough dryly and try not to stare at his battered blond hair.

"I've never seen Superman lose his hair," Jason said. "Does Superman lose his hair?"

"I'm more curious, how does Superman shave?" Roy asked.

"I heard it uses heat vision." Carl continued.

Connor thought of this, and said, "I don't have heat vision, either."

"Oh, don't worry, you don't have a beard either."

"Luther, point five, single."

"I'm sure you're all single," Roy said. "There's nothing more boring than 'a couple of guys get together all day long,' but you still do it."

"Aren't you?" Karl asked.

"I have a girlfriend... well, sooner or later." Roy muttered.

"Luther, point six... point seven... point eight..."

"Have you noticed? Except for Connor, all of us are more or less like Luthor." Carl looked at the card and said.

"Because we're a bunch of smudged grown men," Roy said, lying on the floor and blowing toward the ceiling. "We're not eligible to join the Titans. Those good boys will look at our resumes and frown , and stuff them into the shredder one by one."

"Please, don't bring me and Ben in," Jason said. "If Connor is the pinnacle of our conscience, you're at the bottom and we're in the middle."

He put his hand on Connor's shoulder: "Superman can't respond to you, so it's normal for you to be shaken by Luthor's invitation, but he won't be the person you want to be."

"What if he can do good deeds?" Connor asked.

"I've heard similar things like, 'What if the clown would change one day', 'What if Luther would do good things'...but it's precisely because there aren't so many 'what ifs' that they are what they are now." Jason snorted, "We've experienced the results, so..."

"Think on the bright side," Roy said, sitting up with one leg propped up, "Luthor has provided you with a negative teaching material."

"Negative textbook?" Connor looked at him.

"Don't learn from him, don't repeat the path he walked."

Connor was thoughtful: "I just have to turn against Luther?"

Remain the opposite of Luthor.

It's not difficult.

At least one of them has been satisfactorily done:

fiscal deficit.

"Want to celebrate?" Roy asked expectantly.

Early in the morning, Luther appeared in the company, which caused a huge sensation.

Everyone stared at his head in salute.

A few people even hit the trash cans on the wall of passers-by...

Suspicion in his heart made Luther walk into the bathroom.

Then he stared at himself in the mirror for a long time unable to make a sound:

He has grown hair.

Ronaldo has the same Afu head.