After the whitewashing of Chaoying, they were reborn [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Superman rested in the apartment for an unusually long time that day.

...It's been so long that Wonder Woman is dumbfounded.

It is really polite among teammates to help him with the concentration camp affairs. Since the leader of the Injustice League broke with the bat, he likes to do everything by himself, so as to eliminate suspicion. When have you seen him sabotage?

Green Lantern Hal just flew back from the concentration camp, and as soon as his toes landed, he saw the bewildered-faced Goddess of War staring blankly at the closed door of the Superman lounge.

Hal: "Hi beauty. Waiting for a cup of coffee from the Agong?"

Wonder Woman frowned.

"You know Carl doesn't like us calling him that," she said.

The handsome Lantern Man with his facial features raised his eyebrows and spread his hands, making a "Fine" gesture.

They wisely didn't continue the topic, because the gods' super hearing covered the entire planet.At this time, the two of them chatted at the door for a while, and they both knew that Superman would come out of the door in the next second.

...but they waited for half an hour.

Diana:?

Hal:?

……

Clark really didn't hear it.

His large red cape covered almost half of the bed.

When Clark was lying on this single bed, Sasha's bed was enough to roll twice, and it seemed a bit cramped.

With one hand resting on the back of his head, one long leg was bent, serving as a back for the little blond prince.

The little mentally handicapped, whose belly was round because of choking on a sandwich, was sitting on the bed with a book in his arms, leaning on his leg, dictating Kryptonian poems.

When a man reads a sentence, he writes a sentence in the notebook.

...Thanks to Sasha coaxing the dog system with "all, all", the dog system is like a plug-in in his brain, emptying out the memory to help him memorize Kryptonian, so he was able to cheat and pass the test successfully. He set up a "man with a Kryptonian rib" figure.

Sasha: "... finished writing!" cnm!

I don't know if it was intentional, but the poem Clark dictated to him was really long and smelly, and he read it so fast that Sasha couldn't stop writing for a second.

As soon as the little prince turned around, there was a slap, and the little homework book slapped on his abs.

He turned around and realized that the man had been staring at him.

His expression was as peaceful as ever.

Also as elusive as ever.

Sasha shook his head: "..."

... He slowly stretched out his hand, and very politely pushed the homework book from the abdominal muscles to the chest muscles.

The other slender arm encircled the man's strong thigh.

Sasha hugging her thigh: "For Clark Kangkang..."

Clark sat up and opened his homework book.

Clark sighed: "The words are too ugly, little Krypton."

Sasha: "..."

Clark: "Teach you English, please?"

It was also to pass the time, he mentioned it casually.

I saw the little prince hugging his thigh, his beautiful face was wrinkled, and he looked very reluctant.

Clark patiently advised him: "Only the two of us can understand Kryptonian. Only by learning English can we make friends with others."

Sasha put her chin on his lap and shook her head. "Only be friends with Clark."

...In fact, very few men can withstand this level of flattery.

The gods on earth are no exception.

Clark reached out and stroked the little prince's face, which was as beautiful as an oil painting, with his thumb.

There is a dimple in the position under the fingertips.

It turned out that the little blond prince was smiling foolishly at him again.

So where he touched, a soft dimple sank down.

The man touched the dimple, and the indifferent lip line tended to be slightly raised.

Above the dark window screen in the bedroom, the comm light flickered slightly.

Clark paused for a moment before turning on the screen.

But he remembered that Sasha couldn't understand English, so he opened it anyway.

Hal: "...Oh, so you are here."

The screens in the lounge are all one-way, and the teammates in the Hall of Justice cannot see the situation here.

Clark hummed in a low voice, and it's over, and he didn't say much.

Hal got it—their leader didn't bother to explain.

Hal: "Get down to business. Did you know that Stark contacted you today? He said it was about the symbiote. I guess it's important to you."

Clark: "He said it's done?"

Hal: "He just told you to contact him."

While they were asking and answering, Sasha had already climbed out of bed and tiptoed towards the screen.

God knows how urgent he is, and wants to start a new whitewashing mission!

He knows that he has not fully gained the trust of Superman, and it will be difficult for him to get in touch with other superheroes in a short time.

Bu Yichao and this lukewarm Gui Yazi, who knows when he will be able to collect points and start drawing cards?

For a host who plays Survival Stream, without a pack of cards in his backpack, his sense of security plummets to the bottom, okay?

But Sasha doesn't quite remember how he triggered Superman's cleansing mission last time.I remember when I died and died, Clark's character card was put into his backpack.

—Maybe it has something to do with the distance?

The Green Lantern communication seemed to be coming to an end soon, and before Sasha had time to ask the dog system, she pretended to be a curious baby, and touched the side of the screen.

Clark: "—I'll come later."

He cut off the communication, and the screen on the window went off silently.

...did not trigger the mission.

Obviously, there is no way to trigger a new task just by remotely contacting Chaoying in this way.

Sasha: [We still have to find a way to get out of here. 】

System: [The first thing you say when you wake up every day is to cheer yourself up! 】

Sasha: [Yes, it's not a big problem. 】

He was still thinking about the blacked-out screen when he felt the man walk behind him, and a hand stretched out from behind his shoulder.

Because the dimple was touched just now, Sasha thought that Clark was trying to scratch his chin, so she tilted her head back meekly.

The man's hand clasped his throat.

Very light, no force at all.

But it is undeniable.

The hand of a god on earth can tear steel like paper.

Such a terrifying killer was so close to his own lifeline that Sasha froze for a moment.

A chill ran from the back to the top of the head!

The system was so scared that it started to spit out gibberish characters: [@#%#@……]

Sasha: 【Don't panic. 】

Clark's voice was still very peaceful, as if he stretched out his hand, really just to scratch the little prince's chin, instead of snapping off that fragile neck at any time.

Clark said softly, "Don't touch anything you use for work."

Clark: "Okay, Krypton?"

Sasha stood in front of him, tilted his head, looked at the man with dim green eyes, and pointed at the screen in a daze.

Clark said calmly, "Yes."

Sasha was still very excited: "Okay, Clark!"

Clark smiled slightly.

It was still the ice-breaking smile that belonged to the Sun God.

He let go of the little prince's neck.

Clark said softly, "That's the way to behave."