[Comprehensive British and American] After the mage traveled through the super British world

On the day of his return home, Connor woke up very early.

The healthy routine developed by Little Superman was interrupted. Connor opened his eyes anxiously and lay on the bed for a whole night. When the first rays of sunlight outside rose, he couldn't wait to jump up from the bed and rush to the bed. Into the bathroom.

After rinsing himself under the shower head for half an hour, Connor walked out of the room with wet hair and came to the lobby of Young Justice.

It was only 05:30 in the morning though.

The second-generation Robin still maintained the posture of last night, with his feet on the table in the conference hall, while leaning against the back of the chair, while turning on the big holographic screen, concentrating on playing games.

Looks like he stayed up all night.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Jason, who was used to the quiet environment at night, was startled. He turned his head and glanced, "Why did you wake up so early?"

Connor pulled up a chair and sat down next to Jason.

"I'm going back home with Superman and Cyril to visit Superman's adoptive parents."

Jason focused on two things. He clicked the game controller and said absent-mindedly, "You seem like a family."

Connor was startled, and rubbed his head a little embarrassedly. He looked at the second-generation Robin who had jumped a lot shortly after entering puberty, and said softly, "Why don't you go home and have a look? Although Superman didn't say anything , but I sense that the day of the final battle is approaching."

Jason paused for a moment, and for some reason, his heart burst into flames.He threw the game controller on the table, and let the characters in the game fall into the frantic attacks of various NPCs in Arkham Asylum, "I won't go back to Gotham, Batman is that stubborn old man, seeing him is annoying."

Connor knew it in his heart: "Because Batman asked you to stay on Earth but you are going to take Nightwing to the battlefield?"

Jason had just passed his 15th birthday, and he already had the outline of an adult, wrapped under the delicate skin of a teenager, he looked extraordinarily young and vigorous.

He shook his slender legs and whistled twice out of tune: "It's not fair, Ye Yi is not a few years older than me, and he is still my defeat."

Connor couldn't help but support his forehead: "Isn't it because you used live ammunition in the last training?"

Unlike his elder brother who sticks to the principle of "don't kill, don't use live ammunition" which is in the same line as Batman, Jason is already a senior gun fan at a young age. Thermal weapons on Xandar.

Jason disagreed: "I'm here to fight the undead! How can I do it with rubber bullets?"

Connor was silent for a while, then stood up and patted Jason on the shoulder, ready to leave.

But just a few steps away, the young man who had always seemed particularly mature among his companions stopped, turned his back to Jason and said, "They may not come back, someone must stay on the earth to protect the rest .”

Jason rubbed his dry eyes, "Do you think I don't know? I just don't want to be protected by them, nor do I want to be the one left."

Connor smiled and left without looking back.

In the Young Justice League, everyone's relatives and teachers are destined to embark on the battlefield of the undead expedition, which also brings a lot of pressure to these carefree teenagers.

Connor learned to be like Clark, calm himself down, do more things for the alliance, and learn more knowledge.

And Jason's way to alleviate this anxiety is to fight Batman.

Thinking about it this way, that big bat is quite pitiful.

At seven o'clock in West Fifth District time, Connor arrived at Metropolis.He walked into the neighborhood where Clark and Cyril lived with ease, and instead of taking the elevator, he walked up the stairs step by step.

After careful consideration, he didn't wear the black suit that the Martian girl chose for him, but simply wore a white T-shirt and black trousers, with a dark brown sports coat on it. Teenagers who are on their way to school are no different.

After knocking on the door, Connor stood quietly at the door and waited.

Since Cyril has never moved, and many people know that the chief of "Brightness" lives here, the elf mage has set up a magic circle around the house, and only those who are authorized can enter this floor without getting lost.

A pale golden light flashed in front of Connor, and there were some trivial sounds in the room, and the door opened from the inside to the outside.

Cyril saw Superman standing straight at the door, and there was a shadow in the corridor, but the soft light fell on the boy's fluffy and thick hair, forming a blurred halo.

There is not a trace of haze on the young face.

The elf smiled and hugged Connor, "You look great today, but it's a pity that Clark's hometown is full of wheat fields and farms, no girl can appreciate you."

Connor blinked embarrassingly, "Isn't it a little too casual for me to dress like this?"

Clark, who was shaving in front of the mirror in the bathroom, poked his head out and looked up and down, "Martha and Jonathan will feel that they saw me who was still in middle school, I am very glad that your aesthetics did not follow Lex Luthor's deviation .”

Connor: "...don't mention him, okay?"

Cyril: "But I think Lex Luthor's aesthetics seem to be better than yours."

Clark: "..."

Tangtang, a Superman, retreated to the bathroom and continued to shave by Connor and Cyril.

Cyril pulled Connor into the living room and pulled out the chair for him.On the table was the breakfast he had just prepared. On the white plate were fried eggs that looked like little suns, the bacon was still steaming, and the glass of iced milk was cold to the touch.

Connor sat down in his chair and took a deep breath.

This breakfast looked no different from what he usually had here, but the young man suddenly felt sad in his heart.

Maybe I won't be able to eat it again.

After a few minutes, Clark finally shaved off all the stubble, and the three of them gathered around the table and ate quietly together.

The elf would occasionally talk and ask about Connor's training in Shaozheng, and after hearing Connor's answer, Clark would naturally give some opinions.

After the meal, Cyril sat on the chair without moving. The busy "Guangming" officer lowered his head to deal with daily business on the mobile phone, while the tableware on the table floated to the kitchen by itself, and several fist-sized water balls rolled around. Absorbs oil stains on it.

Clark took out the backpack he had prepared long ago, and filled it with some messy things.

After packing everything, Clark and Cyril stopped at the same time and looked at Connor.

"lets go."

Two Kryptonians and an elf walked out the door.

While there were many ways to get them back to Clark's hometown in Moore, Kansas, in a fraction of the time, no one did.Instead, they chose a very time-consuming and labor-intensive way of travel.

By plane.

In order not to be disturbed by others, the elf took the transformation potion and disguised himself as a human being.They took a taxi to the airport, passed the security check, and sat on a new commercial plane powered by nuclear fusion energy. It took them more than half an hour to travel from New York in the eastern United States to Kansas in the central part of the United States.

It's like they're just normal families traveling with their kids.

They landed at the airport in Wichita, and the old Mr. Kent, who had received the message from Clark, drove all the way to the rural town where Clark grew up.

It happened to be the turn of spring and summer, the roadside was full of greenery, and the sun was warm and dry.

Clark sat in the co-pilot's seat, which caused the curious Mr. Kent to look at Cyril and Connor sitting in the back seat frequently through the rearview mirror.

Cyril looked at Connor who was sitting upright, moved closer, and asked in a low voice, "Are you nervous?"

Connor put his hands on his knees, leaned his back lightly on the seat, and turned his head to look out the window from time to time.Hearing Cyril's question, he nodded slightly.

Cyril: "Actually, I have a little bit."

Although Clark was sitting in the front, his keen hearing forced him to hear the whispers of the two people in the back seat.He glanced at Jonathan, and found that his father was holding his ears, looking like he wanted to hear what Cyrille and Connor had said, and couldn't help but smile: "Dad, they seem a little nervous."

Mr. Kent laughed out loud: "Don't mention it, am I not nervous? This is the first time you have brought someone home. Normally, Martha and I can only see you on the news."

Cyril said with a smile: "But we can often hear Clark talking about you and Martha."

"Oh? What did this kid say?"

"Dad taught me how to build walls, and my mother taught me how to cook. He can also drive a tractor and break corn..."

Mr. Kent laughed, and the laughter floated out of the half-open car window, and the sound gradually faded away, but it seemed to leave a series of footprints on the empty road.

When Cyril wanted to get close to others, he almost never failed. By the time he arrived at the destination, he had already become familiar with Jonathan. If it wasn't for the fact that the two of them didn't look alike at all, Clark would have wondered who was old Kent. Long time no see son.

After returning home, Clark opened the large backpack he was carrying and poured out the bits and pieces from it.

Dwarf handicrafts, small toys of stone men, magic decorations made by Cyril that can be used to adjust temperature and humidity...

In short, it is a gadget that Clark and Cyril think will make the two old people feel novel and useful at the same time.

After lunch, Clark was left to work at home, while Martha took Connor and Cyril to visit Clark's childhood school.

Walking in the peaceful town, Martha stretched out her hand and pointed to the Kent family's farm from where to where, and the young man passing by was Clark's primary school classmate.

Cyril was almost fascinated by this life.

Until they walked to Clark's school, taking advantage of the weekend students' rest, they went in for a stroll.

Martha's eyes were full of nostalgia for the old days, but when she passed by the door of Clark Primary School classroom, she stopped suddenly, pointed to the trash can in the corridor and said: "Clark was bullied a lot when he was a child, once It's been over an hour since school, and he hasn't come home yet, so I came to the school to look for him. I dug him out of this trash can."

Hillary was a little taken aback.

"He's so nice, I thought he was a very popular kid." The elf's fingertips touched the faded trash can, and he frowned slightly.

There were a few lines of laughter on Martha's face: "He is indeed a very good child, but in the eyes of some people, he is also a strange child. Clark's teacher once suggested that I take him to see a psychiatrist because she thought that He sometimes had auditory and visual hallucinations."

"But that's just his superpower," Cyril said.

"Yes." Martha nodded.

Cyril's heart sank slightly.

Yeah, the place is beautiful, but it still reminds Cyril that he didn't come to a paradise.

It is here that Clark spent his childhood and adolescence, silently digesting and accepting the fact that he is different from other human beings.

The reason why he thinks this place is beautiful is that Clark has come out and grown into a person full of warmth and sunshine in his heart, which makes Cyril think this ordinary town is extremely beautiful.

Martha took them out of school, walked around the more beautiful places in the town, and went home.

On the way home, Martha said a little embarrassedly: "The place is small, there is nothing interesting."

Cyril and Connor walked behind her side by side, smiling at Martha together.

"No, I think it's great here," Connor said.

"As long as there are beautiful ladies swimming with you, there will be scenery everywhere." Cyril deliberately behaved obediently.

Martha couldn't help laughing.

A day goes by very quickly.After dinner, the Kents put Connor in an upstairs guest room, while Cyril was crammed into Clark's original room, where he seemed to be sharing a single bed with the big man.

But in the middle of the night, the elf, who didn't need to sleep, couldn't lie down on the bed. He quietly opened the door and walked out.

The moon and stars were sparse outside, and a few farm machines were parked next to the house. As far as the eye could see, the blue wheat fields were gently blowing by the night wind, forming waves one after another.

At some point, Martha had already stood behind Cyril.

Cyril took out the magic spring water from his backpack and poured a glass for Martha.

"I'm sorry," said the elf suddenly.

Martha was a little surprised: "Why are you sorry?"

Cyril shrugged, his translucent skin was somewhat transparent under the moonlight, and he looked less and less human. He thought for a while and replied, "I'm going to take your son to a very dangerous place, and I don't I can assure you that he will come back safely."

"No, no, no," Martha shook her head repeatedly while holding the water glass, "No one can take Clark where he doesn't want to go, how can this be your fault?"

"Then..." Cyril thought for a while, "Maybe Clark deserves a better partner... I know he often feels lonely because he is the only Kryptonian on Earth. Without me, he will definitely be a Kryptonian." Good husband, father. And I don't even know what a family is."

Martha looked up at Cyril.

From her son's mouth, she knew that he was not human, and that he was even older than herself and her husband combined.But at this moment, Cyril was just an ordinary young man in her eyes.

"Why don't you know? We are a family," Martha smiled softly, "Besides, isn't Connor a Kryptonian? You have to because he has half of Lex Luthor's genes Don't you recognize him?"

Cyril quickly waved his hand: "How is that possible! Connor is just Connor, and in my eyes it has nothing to do with Luthor."

Martha raised the cup in her hand and clinked glasses with Cyril.

"Then we'll be here, waiting for you and Clark to return in victory."

Inside, the two squinting Kryptonians laughing too.