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

When she first saw "Hate Without Hate", Claire didn't take this fanfiction seriously.

Even if it shot up to the top of the rankings within 24 hours of its appearance, and was even listed on the homepage because of the high frequency of comments—in view of the popularity of the movie that was obviously alluded to, the relevant fans Popularity is actually quite exaggerated.

This is also the norm in the forum, nothing lasts forever.

Whenever a wonderful film or TV series with two male protagonists or a rival show is released, the number of derivative works related to it will increase like a blowout, and in the end, there are usually only a few that can be completed or maintain the standard.

People are always chasing newer and more impactful things to satisfy their fantasies and desires.

fantasy and desire.

Once you understand those fans, those derivative works, those... those various re-creations, what was born to satisfy...

It will be difficult for you to immerse yourself in it.

So Claire has long learned to appreciate those works with a more market-oriented perspective, and is more willing to appreciate original works.

She herself has to admit that she wears colored eyes when appreciating fans—Hamlet has different images in the eyes of different people, and different people get completely different experiences when receiving the same information. When they use their own When emotionally interpreting and changing the original work, it is difficult for Claire not to criticize the same people on the basis of her special love for the original work.

And if you don't move your heart and don't put your true feelings into it, what's the point of being a fan?It was simply playing with a certain fantasy character, and making his playing process public, attracting a group of people with similar hobbies to revel.

When the character you are playing with is a false existence, this kind of mood is not so ugly, at most it is a bad taste, when the character you are playing with is a real object...

evil.Claire glanced at those who were related to Superman, Al, and Luthor with disgust.

Her mood sucks.She felt that this behavior could almost be called "the ugly side of human nature".

So I also know that she doesn't like "The Hate of No Hate" at all.

She even hated it until she knew who its author was.

Of course, after "Clark" who never used his authority to manage the jj forum (only manages a few other administrators) silently refined this fanfic, Claire felt something was wrong.

She clicked on the fan silently, and it took less than 3 minutes to finish reading the first floor. Then, based on her understanding of Mr. Al and Mr. Luthor, her experience of working and talking with Mr. Al, and her amazing intuition, Claire concluded that the author of this fanfic—

It should be the one she thought of.

But... no, no matter what, it's still too...

Claire covered her face with one hand and continued watching in silence.

... so exciting.

Once she has the filter of "this is written by the person concerned", every word and sentence of this fanfic makes her want to scream excitedly, and she must also sincerely submit to the derivation that she looked down upon before. Apologies to the works... who hasn't had a moment of fantasy?Who hasn't felt like playing with someone else (whether that person is real or not)?Who doesn't want to spy on selfish desires?

When you are self-righteous and think highly of yourself, in fact, you just haven't been poked at the G-spot.After being poked at the G-spot, the calmest person will not show much restraint.

Anyway, after reading this short fanfic over and over again, Claire has been continuously excited for several hours.

But there was still one thing that made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Although this fanfic is about the entangled relationship between three people, the most important person among them, Superman, has not shown any psychological activities in the article.

"He swooped down from the sky."

"He smiled."

——If you don’t count the psychological activities of the other two characters, all the clips where Superman appears alone, he is almost like this, obviously in the center of the vortex, the destroyer of the original complete and beautiful relationship (yes, Claire The little prince × president's CP fan), but the author has no complaints about him in the lines, and is full of yearning.

Full of admiration.

Unlike Mr. Luthor's painful admiration, Mr. Al's admiration is happy and pure.

But who doesn't love Superman?

Even Claire, when facing Superman, looked at him - there is a man in this world, he has a handsome face, broad shoulders, magnificent chest muscles, strong arms, elegant long legs, in short, he has a With sculptural flesh - who could not love him?

Claire sighed, lamenting the shattering of her favorite CP dream.

Maybe not disillusioned?After all, neither party has talked about their current relationship in public, and there has been no explanation, which may mean that there are no real problems in it.

Neither Luther nor Al had any scandals.

Sometimes no news is the best news. Even if they are not as gluey as they were in the past, it is a pity and a pity, but it may mean that their relationship has entered a new stage. There are not too many passionate stages.

The relationship in reality is like this, although Claire would still feel blush and heartbeat when remembering how warm and touching they were in front of everyone, and when she watched the video of them staring at each other, she would still feel love Cupid in her heart However, love in reality will always become realistic and trivial with the passage of time.

It's not that love doesn't exist anymore, it just becomes... less dreamlike, less touching.

Reading this fanfic again with such regret, and a feeling of helplessness stronger than regret, Claire felt that she saw something new in this fanfic.

"I read what you wrote. I read it several times." Diana sent Carl a message, thinking about how to express her feelings euphemistically, "Are you beautifying Luthor too much? I really can't understand this Emotions — what he did to you couldn't be called love at all."

Carl responded very quickly.

"As long as you are yourself, you don't need to pay anything, and the other party will give you everything without hesitation-we don't call it hate, we call it love."

Well, the woman thought, this is barely the case.

"I never forgave you. And I hate him."

Carl thought for a while and replied, "Me too."

He put his phone on the table, adjusted his bow tie in the mirror, and took a look at what he was wearing: the gray-blue suit was tailor-made by his image designer, and there were no details to be picky. The reddish-brown bow tie he took good care of himself, he readjusted it in front of the mirror, then changed the color of the glasses frame, and strode out of the room.

Alexander opened the car door for him—he is the driver today.

New York, Avengers headquarters, press conference scene.

"...Yes, ladies and gentlemen, my newly developed armor will help us patrol New York City and maintain law and order in a brand new form." Tony stood on the high platform with his hands in his pockets.

"As for the other members, they may be performing more dangerous missions around the world, but from now on, you will have less chance of seeing fully armed alliance members on the streets..."

"……funding problem?"

Tony smiled.

He turned and showed everyone the door behind him, and the reporters and photographers turned their attention to the direction he was pointing.

After a short breath and silence, a figure came out from behind the door.

He raised his face and showed a bright smile to the whole world.

"Hey, friends," he said, "I think you'll know what's going on when you see me. The new patrol plan will be funded by Nini and I—"

The sound of the shutter and the flashing lights were combined together, as if someone had thrown a few bombs at the scene and at the same time lit boxes of firecrackers at the four corners of the venue.

Exclamations scrambled, and no one was mentally prepared for this.

Yes, everyone knows Tony.Stark and the other party have been good friends for many years. What happened on the day they first met has been told for many years. To this day, the conversation and the glass of soda poured on their heads are still the details that people talk about——

But Carl.Al!

Carl, who has not appeared in any public places for two years, and has not made any public speeches (if you don't count Twitter and Facebook).Al!

He actually came to the scene of the Avengers conference!

"We agreed not to call me that in public!" Tony ignored the noise in the audience, he laughed and protested against Karl's addressing him, rushed forward in three steps at a time, and gave Karl an undiminished hugged him, then put his arms around Carl's shoulders, and showed to everyone, "Welcome my best friend—Kal-El!"

"You really don't have to let me appear like this." Carl smiled at the cameras, and squeezed out words through his teeth, "I do have a plan to reappear, but I didn't plan to appear like this .”

"I don't care. Listen, I don't care what your plans are, you have to show up with me first." Tony also smirked at the cameras, "I can't believe you're hiding in your country house So long."

Well, anyway, Karl did feel that it was time for him to play. The Avengers press conference brought together media from all over the world, so this is indeed an occasion to spread the word to the world.

The reporters who can come to this press conference are basically the most outstanding employees of various newspapers. Carl easily saw Louise and Jimmy in the crowd.He winked slightly at two old acquaintances, and Louise responded tearfully.

—Did she guess it?

—She guessed it.

—Wait a minute, did she guess, or did I tell her before?

— She guessed it.Maybe some inside information was found.

These reporters were very difficult to deal with. Carl and Tony stood in good posture for a while, and then they couldn't wait to retreat behind the scenes.

Unexpectedly, Tony followed him shoulder to shoulder, leaving behind a group of reporters who were full of questions and waiting for food.

"Why are you so surprised?" Tony said lazily, "Do you think they will really let me answer questions? I just went on stage to say a few words. Who told me that I was the only superhero who disclosed my identity. It just so happened that this patrol I also proposed the plan, so slightly."

"I hope they won't write nonsense." Carl shook his head with a smile, "Since when I first appeared in public, I didn't... Well, I came out with Lex and looked at each other affectionately."

He made a classic Hollywood-style bowing of his head at Tony with some teasing, showing Hollywood-style affectionate eyes.

Tony looked up at Carl for a moment, then turned his head straight.

He paused, then looked up at Carl again.

Carl maintained an affectionate expression.

"...do you know how many reporters and cameras are outside the door?" Tony asked.

"Better than you."

"...I don't think they will let go of this wonderful material."

"I guess so."

"...stay at my house tonight?"

"You're so nice," Carl blinked, "how can I say no to you?"