Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

Although the formation of the Justice League has taken away a large part of Cynthia's limelight, there are still people who are paying attention to her.

For example, major news newspapers.

In the past few days, there have been countless reporters who came to find Cynthia either explicitly or covertly. Some directly blocked the entrance of the Avengers Building, some went round and round to find Pepper, and some tried to intercept Iron Man halfway.

The group at the entrance of the building was directly blasted away by Tony, and the one who intercepted Iron Man was not even given a look, but the one who found Pepper was a legitimate means, and if he refused, he would be accused of illegal detention .

Cynthia also didn't want to be hidden in the snow, so she made an appointment with the first newspaper reporter who voted in order to do a detailed interview.

Unexpectedly, the newspaper that took the lead turned out to be Planet Daily.

Cynthia subconsciously thought it would be the New York Bugle or the Gotham Daily. After all, she was in New York, and most of the previous interviews of Luna were given to the Gotham Daily, and helped its boss make a fortune.

Leaving aside the so-so mediocre Bugle, it appears that the Gotham Daily is starting to struggle after a year of depression—without Cynthia, without Wayne, without Batman.On the other hand, the Daily Planet of the Metropolis, with fresh blood and the birth of Superman, has created countless opportunities for it, and has also cultivated many excellent reporters who have won the Pulitzer Prize.

Clark Kent, the big, small-town boy, was one of the back-up members.

It is not unreasonable to say that he is a reserve member.He is excellent, possessing all the qualities that a professional journalist should have, and the articles he writes are also very capable. The only and most critical problem is that he is too un-urbanized.

Lukewarm, friendly, clumsy, shy, poorly dressed, unable to rent an apartment, often sneaking out for no reason—sorry, the last one doesn't count—all these seem to be telling Perry White, editor-in-chief of the Daily Planet, But one thing: he wasn't ready.

So Clark is still an ordinary little reporter, except for being too strong.

This time, however, he may be about to turn his luck.

Because he snatched an exclusive interview with Cynthia, the goddess of moonlight.

In the Avengers Tower.

It is said that at that time, countless journalists blocked the main entrance of the building, raised their hands one by one, and shouted "Choose me! Choose me!!", but couldn't move forward.At this time, Mr. Kent, the 1.9-meter-one boy in a small town, like Achilles possessed, "squeezed away the crowd bravely, breaking the shoulders of his peers like breaking corn, and went straight to She came rushing, like a feisty matador" (Pepper Potts), taking the lead with ease.

Afterwards, when Pepper mentioned his heroic and unusual behavior to Clark, the little reporter blushed and said that it was because he could not afford the hotel fee for this month, and his body's potential exploded in a moment of anxiety.

"In a way, it's really impressive." Pepper introduced him to Cynthia.

Now, Cynthia looked at Clark, who was wearing a plaid shirt and an old-fashioned black frame, sitting across from him. After a while, she wondered, "Did I see you somewhere?"

Clark shifted uneasily.

"Uh," he explained stammeringly, "we, we were on the news not long ago...I mean, I was present at the press conference for your comeback."

Cynthia suddenly said: "Oh, yes."

After thinking for a while, he frowned again: "No, it's not that... There is a feeling in you that I am very familiar with, that is..."

It's something like energy.

Specifically, very similar to the magnetic field of the vague appearance that Cynthia had put on herself before.

Cynthia carefully observed the little reporter in front of her again, and found that he was really inconspicuous.

Even if she searched so hard, she couldn't find any unique characteristics belonging to "Clark Kent".It was as if something blocked everything.

He was ordinary to the point of being eerie.

Cynthia decided almost immediately that there was something wrong with this man.

She hid all her thoughts, lowered her eyes and smiled.

"Sorry," she said, "perhaps I confused you with someone else."

Clark, who was looked at uneasy by her, finally let out a sigh of relief, showed her a pitiful smile, and opened the question paper tremblingly.

"Okay, uh, Ms. Cynthia, this interview..."

He cleared his throat.

"This interview has officially begun."

"Okay," said Cynthia.Sitting opposite the camera, she is wearing a large silk shirt, light makeup, long hair shawl, crossed legs, and slightly raised her head, looking lazy and elegant.

"The first question." Clark sat upright, and suddenly entered a professional state, "Excuse me, have you been living in the Avengers Building since you woke up? When you didn't show up before, it was Mr. Stark who was in charge of your treatment ?"

"In order to keep my work secret, yes, I spend most of my time in the Avengers Building." Cynthia said, a little ambiguously, "Mr. Stark is only responsible for providing technical support, and the specific treatment is provided by a specialized doctor It started. After all, he is just a super genius, and he can't really cure diseases and save lives."

Clark laughed: "It must be strange to wake up and know that I was saved by Iron Man, right?"

"Well... there is a little bit. After all, we have never met before, at most we have looked at each other from afar at both ends of the red carpet." Cynthia blinked mischievously, "However, compared to waking up and finding yourself Suddenly, a year later, everything doesn’t matter.”

Clark: "Are you and Mr. Stark getting familiar with each other after this period of time? How do you define your current relationship?"

"Between benefactor and friend," Cynthia said, "he was a very interesting man, and great at the same time."

"While living in Avengers Tower, did you often meet other superheroes?" Clark asked.

"In fact, almost never." Cynthia shook her head, and said nonsense calmly, "My room is relatively secluded, far away from their range of activities, and I will consciously avoid meeting them, after all, You know, it might disturb them. So I've been thinking about moving out recently, maybe wait until... um... this time the turmoil subsides a bit."

Clark nodded: "Understood."

He turned over a page of the manuscript, and said again: "The experience of being rescued this time must have had a great impact on you. What is your opinion on superheroes? What has changed compared to before?"

Cynthia froze for a moment.

"Superheroes, wow." She raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Very few people want to talk to me about this topic. Did you come up with it yourself?"

"Uh, yes, yes." Clark was a little at a loss, "Don't you like this question? We can also change it to..."

"No, no need."

Cynthia interrupted him.

"That's an interesting question, let me try it."

She adjusted her sitting posture, leaned forward, clasped her hands, thought for a while, and said, "A long time ago, when someone mentioned superheroes, I would say: 'They are people with superpowers'. But now, if I was asked this question again, which is hard to explain.

"If you have the ability to fly, what will you use it for? Ordinary people may say, I want to fly to the clouds to see the scenery, I want to fly to other places to open my eyes, I want to fly to work, so that you can It will be late. People with evil desires in their hearts will use the ability to fly to do evil, to rob, kill, and escape. But superheroes, what will they do?

"'I'll pick up people who want to fly but can't, so they can see what the sky is like, too,' they said."

Cynthia smiled.

"It's very complicated. The most important condition to become a superhero may not have to do with superpowers, but their warm hearts."

The light in the reception room casts softly, and she looks like the richest white pearl in the deep sea clam, or Daphne in the nine heavens, her delicate and snow-white face is so charming that even Apollo, the sun god, cannot extricate himself from it. lost in it.

Clark stared at her blankly, unable to speak for a long while.

Seeing his blank look, Cynthia couldn't help feeling amused, and teased with a smile: "What's the matter, do you think what I said is wrong?"

"No, no, no——" Clark quickly waved his hand, "You're right! I mean, God, you're so good, I..."

Under Cynthia's narrow gaze, Clark's face quickly turned red, he groaned a few times, and covered his face in vain.

Cynthia couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Oh my god, you're so cute."

"I, I don't..."

Even the poor little reporter's neck and ears turned red, and no matter how wide his palm was, it couldn't hide it now.

He could only put his hands down in embarrassment, trying to change the subject: "Uh, let's, let's move on to the next question."

I beg you.

Clark's blue eyes, which were not captured by the camera, were wide open, almost tearful.

Cynthia laughed even harder.After more than ten seconds, he could barely wipe away the tears from laughing, and waved his hand feebly: "Go on."

"cough!"

Clark cleared his throat loudly again.

"Excuse me, what do you think of your hero?" he asked.

Cynthia was taken aback.

"'My hero'?" she repeated. "Who?"

"Uh, no... it should be 'your hero'." Clark choked, and was about to correct her, when he suddenly doubted himself, "Wait, is it 'your' or 'yours'?" (your)'...? Sorry, I didn't write this question..."

Cynthia couldn't help shaking her head, and said, "It's okay. I understand, you're talking about 'our city's hero', it's Batman, right?"

"Yes, yes..." Clark bowed his head in embarrassment and flipped through the manuscript, "I'm sorry, we can change the question..."

Cynthia stopped him funny: "No, this question is also very interesting. Let me think about it, um..."

She pondered for a while, lowered her head, leaned over into the chair, and said slowly and in a deep voice:

"He's... different.

"Everyone is more willing to draw strength from light and hope, but he is the complete opposite." Cynthia lowered her eyes, her eyelashes cast a shadow on the lower eyelid, "Violence, blood, and the principle of not killing; night, concealment, yearning for light; He learned to stand in the midst of pain and despair, and kept awake in the darkness and evil desires. Feasting demons with his body and fighting back against them, this is what he did.”

Clark looked at her with complex blue eyes.

"You sound like you know him well," he whispered.

"Of course." Cynthia raised a calm smile, "He is my hero."