Clark has something to say

For a split second Peter thought Clark was joking.

But can Superman joke?

In his few encounters with the gods in the world, most of the time, the god-like man always gave various orders in an overly calm voice. Before everything happened, Superman's every word could not help Convincing power.

Clark looked so serious now that there was no half-joking.

"Although this is very inappropriate." The little reporter paused.

"...I have a few billionaires as friends, and when necessary, you can ask them to borrow a sum of money that can change your life." Clark said proudly in a low voice: "I happen to know a few rich men who are generous enough. "

Peter swallowed: "Like?"

Clark gave an example: "My family's farm had to be mortgaged to the bank to repay the loan due to an accident, and I was desperate at the time, so I had to ask for a loan."

Peter speculated logically: "Your friend lent you some money to get you through the crisis and then work hard to pay off the debt?"

Clark was silent for a few seconds.

"No." He pinched the hem of his shirt in embarrassment, and said with shame and joy, "He bought the bank."

An awkward silence hung in the air.

Can't believe you're such a superman—that was all Peter thought.

But the difference between the image of Superman and the supreme head of state who didn't say a word and had a fever suddenly became bigger.

And this suggestion is not unacceptable. It’s not that he doesn’t have rich friends. It’s just that one unilaterally broke up with him, and the other unilaterally broke up with him. But if he really needs to borrow some money to get through the economic crisis, he should be able to borrow a little.

Peter's eyes straightened.

He unconsciously thought about the possibility of borrowing money to buy an oven. After getting that memory, he really hoped that Aunt May could live a more comfortable life instead of sighing about a dying oven every day, and he Will still not be able to go home and face Aunt May's loving expression - the guilt is tormenting him to the point of madness.

"Clark." A female voice from far and near interrupted Peter's thinking, "I noticed that Morgan is acquiring a large amount of land in remote towns to provide jobs as a reason to move the original residents from the place where they have lived for generations. drive off the land."

At the entrance of the Planet Daily, a neatly dressed lady with a high aura walked in with high heels, and the heels of her shoes made a crisp sound on the floor: "Are you interested in this news?"

When she saw Peter, she extended her hand in a friendly way: "Louise Lane."

Peter was in a daze, and gently held the hand: "Peter Parker."

In the future, he has heard more than one time about this venerable lady. There are soldiers from the Metropolis in the rebel army. When Louise is mentioned, he will always sigh and say: "If Louise is still there, Superman may be Not anymore."

Clark: "I haven't finished following the news at hand."

Louise shrugged regretfully, and just about to leave, she suddenly thought of something: "By the way, Clark, I managed to make an appointment for an interview with Wonder Woman, Hera! That's Wonder Woman!"

Speaking of Wonder Woman, even Louise seemed a little nervous: "You are familiar with Superman, can you help me ask Ms. Prince's preferences?"

Clark: "..."

Obviously when Superman first appeared, Louise was not so excited.

This slight differential treatment made him a little bit disappointed, but he still gave his recommendation very pertinently: "There are a few good restaurants, and I will sort them out for you later."

"...Superman likes those restaurants more than Wonder Woman," he muttered.

Louise didn't hear clearly: "What?"

"It's nothing!" Clark's voice was raised slightly, and the tension visible to the naked eye appeared on his face-too suspicious, Peter thought, but Louise didn't show any abnormality, she nodded happily: "Thank you."

Then, she took out a document from the folder in her hand and handed it to Peter, with a smile in her voice: "Parker, I hope you can complete this report. This is the only way for every newcomer to Planet Daily to experience."

Peter straightened up slightly.

This is his first job in this well-known newspaper, the only way for newcomers, what a few heavy words, he looked at Clark reflexively, trying to draw strength from the person he is most familiar with here .

Confused, Clark looked even more tense, body movements that told him he was anxious, like he wanted to find a place to crawl in and wrap himself up in the little quilt.

"Okay, ma'am!" Peter almost stood at attention and saluted.

He watched Louise leave before he had time to shift his gaze to the document. Just one glance made his face look weird.

On the thin A4 paper, only a short word is printed.

—Superman.

Peter licked his lips, savoring the utterly awkward suffocation of the person he was judging standing in front of him, probably holding his hand.

The little spider coughed dryly twice: "Clark, a newcomer to the Daily Planet, what do you usually write about? I'm not saying I can't write, just, everyone writes something about Superman? I know a newspaper once investigated Superman's existence. How many red capes, to be honest, before I really didn't know that there were so many details of Superman's cape—”

"...I wrote it." Clark replied softly, digging at the floor with his toes.

Peter: "..."

I can't take this.

His confusion has been clearly shown in his eyes, Clark suddenly covered his face, a little helpless and a little unbearable: "You should also know that news doesn't come every day, but we still have to report something. "

"...When it gets stuck in an explosion, and you have to write it bravely, then Superman is a good material, and the newspapers about him can always sell."

The little reporter's voice became weaker and weaker: "As for why newcomers have to write, because when Perry asks you for a manuscript, you can use this thing to delay the time."

The corners of Peter's eyes couldn't help twitching.

He took out his mobile phone and quietly retrieved the Superman-related articles published by Clark.The most recent one was just this week, and Krall spent a lot of time describing the suit of the cat that Superman took down.

It is simply a master of fishing.

Clark thought for a while and added kindly: "If Superman didn't do anything that day, you can call me. I have a good relationship with him. When the time comes, let him go out and fly around."

Peter nodded with difficulty: "Thank you."

He thought there must be something wrong with him, and was sorry to realize that he had even the slightest skepticism about the attitude of a Pulitzer-winning journalist.

He didn't want to report on the cowcat's suit.

—but he soon realized his mistake.

No doubt, downright wrong.

Clark is the most serious and excellent reporter he has ever met.

He was genuinely involved with Clark and genuinely grateful to have had this kind of mentorship, and he swore that Clark was the colleague everyone wanted to have at work.

The Planetary Daily is always very busy, there are piles of environmentally friendly paper everywhere, and the machines in the printing department hardly stop for a moment.

He grew up at a rapid rate.

After knowing the true role of Superman's report, he decisively chose to put that job aside, and went to find a practical problem that he thought was valuable. When he wrote the first draft and submitted it to Clark for review, the other party's eyes lit up first. , but slowly shook his head.

"Sorry, Peter, this is a good article, but it doesn't qualify as journalism."

He patiently explained: "For news, timeliness and authenticity are the most important. Regarding the issue of community milk distribution points, I think with the efficiency of the metropolis, when it is sent out, the matter will be resolved."

At Peter's request, he ran a complete set of procedures with Clark. To his surprise, Clark did not cheat at super speed during the entire investigation process.

"Hi sir, may I ask you a question?"

He took the trouble to ask every question to different people, and carefully recorded the answers in the notebook-many of Clark's habits are old-fashioned, and he prefers to use traditional pen and paper rather than a laptop.

Then, he made a summary, went to the site to investigate in person, and then compared information from the database.

Then came the final writing. Peter found that Clark's words were very objective, without any subjective position at all. A set of procedures was completed in a very short period of time, even in a race against time. When the report was sent to print, Peter couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief - knowing that he had dealt with many life-and-death bad things before, and he didn't feel this way.

Clark really loves this job, and he doesn't mean to be perfunctory at all.

Peter slammed himself into the seat, feeling a little uncomfortable.

He really misunderstood Clark enough, not just about the job, but about this man.

Then he thought again, that Kar-El used to be such a busy little reporter who loved his job.

Peter was not stupid and had a strong learning ability, but many things were accumulated over time. He settled down and wrote another manuscript according to Clark's example. This time, Clark finished reading and returned the manuscript to him. : "I think Perry will like it too."

When he smiled, he could melt even the hardest ice in the North Pole, and his blue eyes could see the color of the clear sky through the lenses.

"Oh, oh... that would be wonderful."

When Peter left, his footsteps were floating, as if he was stepping on clouds. Before turning into Perry's office, he remembered Clark's reminder about Superman's report, and hurriedly exited, typing a compliment on the computer. Superman article.

He nervously put the article on the old editor's desk.

Perry glanced at him quickly, his eyes were burning, and he took the reading glasses beside him and put them on.

He read it slowly and carefully, and then properly put the article in the qualified folder: "Very good, Parker."

"What about the other one?"

Peter froze for a moment, and handed out the Superman report he was holding in his hand.

After the old editor-in-chief finished reading, he pushed his glasses and said calmly, "—he doesn't like the title of God on Earth."

"...For Superman, this title is not fair. He has never regarded himself as a high-ranking god. Calling him like this will make him feel nervous and stressed. When the time comes, the quality of what he writes will be inferior. It will go down—it could even be counted as rubbish."

"But he likes to be called Tomorrow's Man of Tomorrow's City."

Peter suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his lips trembled slightly: "Mr. White, you...you know Clark, no, you know that Superman is Clark?"

The old editor-in-chief raised an eyebrow: "Young man, I have been a reporter for more than 30 years, do you think I will be so dull?"

"Except for Louise—I don't know why such a good reporter would ignore the facts at hand, the people of the Daily Planet—" Perry drew a big circle.

"...the cleaners would come to me complaining that Clark was dropping too many buttons in the elevator."

Peter was completely stunned.

And the old editor's next move was when he almost jumped up in panic: "This is my letter of recommendation."

"Whether it's Clark or you, you superheroes have very deep feelings for your own city. I'm an old friend with the editor-in-chief of the Daily Bugle. Once when we went out to dinner, he told me that a talented young man, I rejected their offer and chose the Daily Planet."

"...I don't know what happened to you." The old editor leaned back: "But I know, just like the Metropolitan lost Superman."

"New Yorkers must miss Spider-Man."