Which one is better if the officials are forced to die together [Comprehensive British and American]

Half a minute later, Carl and Connor sat on the sofa happily.

The sofa's material is quite soft, and of course the toughest material on Earth would look quite similar to a Kryptonian who can tear apart planets with his hands and a Kryptonian hybrid who can lift tons of weight despite being young. soft.

There are two transparent glasses on the table, small bubbles are bubbling in the glasses, thinly sliced ​​lemon slices are floating on the top of the soda, the bright yellow skin and plump flesh are fresh and pleasant, making people feel Just looking at it makes me want to drink it up.

But Connor didn't seem to be very interested in the lemonade, he concentrated on nibbling the dark chocolate, although he frowned bitterly while nibbling the chocolate, it didn't look like he was enjoying the delicious food at all, Instead, it is pouring bitter venom down its throat.

But dark chocolate is indeed slightly bitter, so for people who don't like this taste, maybe chewing dark chocolate is no different from drinking poisonous water.

Except dark chocolate is not as deadly as poisoned water.

Carl is also eating dark chocolate, but Carl's dark chocolate has a funny little notch at the end, and the neat little tooth marks like corn kernels can still be seen in the notch.

"You seem to be having a good time, honey," Carl said as he ate his chocolate, "except for being a picky eater."

"I'm not a picky eater," Connor said, "I just eat selectively. Why do you like to eat such bitter things?"

"Maybe it's because I like to ask for it," Carl said humorously, only to get Connor's little puzzled look.

Only then did he suddenly realize that little Connor was not as smart as he and Lex, and couldn't hear a single pun or allusion from him.

Or it's not right to say that, in terms of IQ alone, Connor is definitely smart enough, but this little guy's character is a bit too... decisive at a good level, reckless at a bad level.

Did Lex spot Connor Jr.'s flaws?

No, instead of asking this question, what arrangements and plans did Lex make for Little Connor's character flaws?

All of this is an unknown, and Karl will never design a way to deal with the "unknown".

Perhaps this is the biggest difference between him and his friends.

Connor finally finished the piece of dark chocolate that he snatched by himself, and then he became interested in the lemonade on the table.He picked up the glass, took a sip of the lemonade, his eyes lit up, and he drank his share without hesitation.

Carl gave Connor his glass as well.

"Thank you." Connor said seriously.

"It's okay, baby." Carl propped his elbows on his knees, tilted his head and looked at the little Connor who was not as high as his heart when he was sitting on the sofa with interest. The little boy's fingers were fat and short, holding the cup There were actually a few small dimples on Zishi's knuckles, "You are more polite than I thought."

"It's not 'politeness,'" Connor replied. "It's social etiquette. Papa said mastering them helps pretend to be a normal human being and getting along with humans."

If it wasn't for the innocence and innocence of a child when he said this, Carl would have thought it was another Lex sitting next to him--as for Connor, he probably just copied what Lex said rote That set.

He wasn't good enough, but Carl had to thank Connor for not being good enough.

"Do you think Lex is right?"

"A lot of what he said is completely contrary to the common sense I know. I don't know if he is right, but many times, I don't think he is wrong."

For example, he said that if I go out secretly, I will be arrested by someone who finds out my true identity, Connor said in his heart.

He already realized the difference between daddy and papa.

To be fair, Lex took care of Connor in every possible way except for not allowing Connor to leave the lab.This kind of meticulous care is not concerned about whether Connor is comfortable and in good condition, nor is he indifferent to Connor's requests. Although Lex is indeed omnipotent to Connor, his meticulousness and consideration really come from other aspects. to reflect.

Lex can make Connor feel tolerated, pampered, and sought after.

It may be strange to say this, but Lex's gentleness is like a kind of candy mixed with a lot of alcohol and narcotics. In front of him, you will feel... infinitely arrogant, infinitely arrogant, infinitely arrogant, because he can create A kind of illusion that your emotions can control the whole world.

But Superman and Lex are completely different, so different.

It's hard for Connor to understand the love Lex poured into him from Superman's attitude towards him, because Lex's love is as warm and airtight as a cashmere bag, Superman's love, Connor is not even sure if it is still Love is like a soft and elastic net.

"You're weird." Now Connor spoke first, and he looked at Superman with the most serious eyes a child could have, "I know a lot about you, and I've read every book about you." article, I’ve seen every photo of you, every video of you, I’ve heard every tape that mentions you...but you’re not talking about them.”

It is also different from what papa said.

"That's not important," Carl said.

He picked up little Connor and put him on his lap. Connor writhed restlessly in his arms, the kind of restless writhing peculiar to children, but he calmed down quickly. And got used to the feeling of being held in the arms of a tall father.

Lex was also very close to him, but this kind of closeness was very different.

"When I was in the laboratory, I had to learn a lot of things every day, and I worked very hard every day." Connor couldn't help saying, "I will use all the equipment in the laboratory, and I also know the password of the laboratory."

"Really clever."

Carl praised the little boy, but couldn't help but think of his childhood surrounded by various subjects, and suddenly showed a worried expression.

He looked down at Connor, just as Connor also looked up at him, the expressions of the two were surprisingly similar at this moment.

"You don't look like you love learning," Carl said solemnly.

"No, I like studying the most." Connor categorically denied it, and in order to make his attitude more convincing, he added a few words, "Study is good for me, and the knowledge I have learned is always useful." One day can make up for my shortcomings..."

"You're not good at lying, baby." Carl ruthlessly pierced Connor's dry acting skills, "Forget it, you can't convince Lex, and you can't convince me either."

Connor showed a frustrated expression, like a little milk dog who was excitedly running to find someone to play with a Frisbee but was rejected.

But he soon cheered up and said with a vow: "I will become good at lying! As long as I have enough practice!"

"Oh no, no, my little one," Carl said half lovingly and half helplessly, "it's not a good thing to lie... Lex taught you something!" By the end, Carl was already faint Angry, but not very angry, after all, he already knew what Lex was like.

He was just thinking about one thing now, if he just left little Connor to raise himself, would Lex go crazy with anger?

By the way, I can also correct Connor's three views that have gone to the sky.

Connor, who was sitting on Carl's lap, didn't realize that his daddy was seriously thinking about whether to fight with his papa for custody, but swung his legs happily, looking left and right in novelty to see the large corn that surrounded the entire villa land.

It’s almost winter, the cornfields have been harvested long ago, small animals are walking on the ground, and the sound of rustling can be heard continuously——

"Do you feel like my home is an isolated island?" Carl asked seriously.

Connor returned a blank look.

Well, this brat is really not the sensitive type.

Carl stood up, and did not forget to hug little Connor who was sitting on his lap. Connor muttered meaningless words, struggling in Carl's arms, and Carl walked forward He stopped after a few steps, and simply threw Connor up, onto his neck.

Connor froze nervously.

So Karl took the little boy up to the second floor and into his own room.

To be precise, it was the room prepared for him as a baby.

Filled with soft stuffed animals, blocks, puzzle pieces, and brightly colored picture books, it's definitely a kid's room, except there's nothing to protect a baby.

Connor stared wide-eyed at what Carl had shown him, and asked, "Are these for me?"

"Not at all," Carl thought for a while, not noticing Connor's disappointed little eyes. "These are my favorite toys when I was a child. And my favorite fairy tales."

Connor cheered up again.

"But I didn't bring you here to play with toys. You should go to bed, baby."

"Sleeping here?"

"No, you have your own bedroom." Carl said, squatting down and pulling out a collection of fairy tales from the mixed books on the ground, "I'm here to find a bedtime story to read to you."

"Papa said that fairy tales are all about deceiving children."

"Oh," Carl replied slyly, "you have to learn the art of lying from fairy tales."

"Very well then. What are you going to tell me?"

""nightingale"."

"I want to choose a story myself."

"I chose the best story for you, baby, not only can you learn the skills of lying from this fairy tale, you see, the nightingale is a kind of bird, and most birds can fly, maybe you You can also learn the skills of flying from the stories..."

At the same time, Lex, who didn't know that Connor had run away from home and was discovered by Superman while running away, came to the agreed place after packing home.

Under the night, the evil god's smile is like an exaggerated mask.

"Good evening, my best partner," he said, "I've brought a nice—we agreed gift."

The author has something to say: After a long time, Connor was unwilling to tell the friends he knew about his first meeting with Superman.

Connor: You all know that my papa will lie to me, but what you don't know is that my daddy is no better, he likes to tease me...