The end game [Zhongyingmei]

The scenery outside the window receded quickly, Clark quietly huddled in the back seat of the taxi, listening to the casual chatter among his colleagues, until he was handed a cup of coffee with a green two-tailed mermaid logo on it .

"Here."

In Clark's impression, a human colleague named Brian was smiling at him, "I have to come out so early, everyone has worked hard. Have something to drink?"

"……thanks."

Clark was stunned for a moment. He was a little flattered by the generosity of his colleagues. He first expressed his gratitude, then he took the cup of hot coffee with both hands, and took a sip with his head down.

The milky and sweet mellow liquid slid down the throat, and it was a little hot, but it didn't hurt Superman's man of steel.

The medium coffee cup was held by Clark with both hands, and the original normal cup looked extraordinarily small. He sat up slightly and began to listen to the whispers of his colleagues openly.

"...Other games are okay. Are we really enough for the Rugby World Cup? There are quite a few upset players this year."

Clark: Glance at———

"enough."

A distressed look flashed across the face of the human colleague Brian, but he still cheered up and comforted the sighing colleague, "Hey, at least we can start working officially tomorrow, right?"

"My God, you're always so positive, Brian."

The female colleague with long brown hair drank the coffee in one gulp and said with emotion, "Is there any secret pill for me?"

"Sorry, family custom, super secret, can't be distributed to other people, otherwise they will murder me."

Adjusting his sitting posture, Clark heard Brian joking seriously, "Besides, we still have Kent. He has been doing quite well in the sports magazine. It's lucky to be in the same group as him this time."

Clark Lucky was assigned. Kent picked up the coffee, took another sip silently, and turned his head away.

When turning to the next intersection, the red light suddenly turned on, and the taxi braked sharply. The colleague in the front seat, who had been drooping for sleep the whole time, was thrown violently by inertia and jumped up from his seat.

With a "bang", even the god of the world with a body of steel suddenly became alert because of the loud collision that made people's teeth hurt.

"What happened!" The colleague who was about to smash the roof of the taxi yelled in pain, and looked around in a daze, "I thought we fell from the [-]th floor!"

"Go on your sweet dreams," laughed the brunette colleague. "Instead, we're driving to hell—in front of thousands of excited football fans."

"God."

The colleague in the front seat pushed the crooked silver spectacle frame, gasped in shock, took the coffee that Brian handed over silently, said "thank you", and turned to complain softly to the female colleague in the back seat.

"If I have a mild concussion, do you think the editor-in-chief will let me go?"

"Before we write the report, even if we die from a work-related accident, the editor-in-chief will drag our souls out of hell and force us to finish writing."

The brown-haired female colleague gave him a sympathetic look, "That's our editor-in-chief."

"Damn it, you're absolutely right." The polite colleague pushed the slid glasses frame again and sighed.

The car fell into a tactical silence for a while, and the surrounding scenery gradually became empty. The building reflecting the waves of the ocean in the sun was the airport of the metropolis.

The taxi slowly stopped at the entrance. Clark was the first to open the door, threw the finished coffee into the trash can, and then walked to the trunk to help the taxi driver take out the luggage of his colleagues one by one.

"Wow, Kent, you have so much strength."

The brown-haired female colleague also threw her cup of vanilla latte into the trash can, turned her head to look at Clarke's posture of carrying the suitcase, and sighed, "Thanks. The things in my suitcase might even have Superman coming I can't lift it."

Clark: "?"

—————Clark Superman Benchao Kent showed a gentle and innocent smile of a farm boy, and gently put the feather-like suitcase on the ground.

"...He can report every day... first-hand information about Superman...maybe it is a distant relative of Superman."

Brian, who was a little motion sick in the second half of the journey, slowly climbed out of the taxi, his face was as white as a piece of paper, and he seemed to be trying to suppress the urge to retch, even though he was still trying to make a joke.

The polite Claude in the front seat paid the fare before getting out of the taxi. Hearing this, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up and he smiled.

He walked over to Clark, also with a suitcase in each hand, and easily lifted several suitcases out and put them on the ground.

"Wow."

The female colleague raised her eyebrows, "Understood, you are the only excellent cousin appointed by Superman."

"No, I'm the super cool cousin of underground boxing."

Claude said blankly, "The kind that can pierce a person's forehead with one finger."

"...I really convinced you."

A female colleague named Jessica couldn't help laughing. She brushed her long hair and walked towards the entrance first, "Hurry up, boys, and run before Superman packs us up and throws us out of the city."

Clark, the god of the world, Kent obediently kept up with her pace, while quietly making a question mark, and spent three seconds in his mind, thinking about whether he could pack himself up and throw himself out of the city.

————That sounds more like something Batman would do.

Clark eventually came to a conclusion.

————— Throwing others out of the bag and out of his city is Batman's old job, not Superman's.

"Wait for me……"

Brian lay on the suitcase and retched a few times in pain, "5 minutes, I'll be fine in 5 minutes—"

Jessica had already put away her luggage and walked quickly to his side.

"Hold." She said succinctly.

"What——?" Even though he was quite weak, Brian subconsciously hugged the joystick of the suitcase, "Jessica, what are you doing——wow!"

Dragging the suitcase and the more than 100-pound adult man hanging from it, Clark looked at the female colleague who made such a feat, and the other party was not blushing or panting, and still had the strength to smile at him.

"The suitcase will trouble you and Claude, Kent."

"... Just call me Clark." Clark replied subconsciously.

The female colleague nodded to him kindly and left first.

"shocked?"

Claude's voice suddenly appeared beside him, and Clark turned his head to look, and found that the expression on this polite colleague's face was indescribable.

"The two of them are estimated to be successful this year." Without Clark saying a word, Claude continued to complain, "You haven't heard much gossip, so you probably don't know about it."

Clark looked complicated, "..."

——————First, as the owner of super hearing, even if he didn't listen on purpose, he has heard every piece of gossip in the newspaper.

————Secondly, Clark knows best whether those two humans can succeed. After all, not everyone’s heartbeat will speed up when they get together, and their body temperature will soar by [-] degrees.

"Ah, is that so?" Even though he couldn't say anything in his heart, Clark still dutifully disguised his facial expressions, "I didn't even notice it before."

"Wait and see the two of them get worse."

Claude leaned over and patted Clark on the shoulder emotionally, "The two of them only kill each other when they're working."

Since Claude offered to help push the suitcase, Clark took on the responsibility of finding the waiting room.

In the crowd, he easily identified where Brian and Jessica were, and walked straight there.

"How much longer?" Claude asked.

"One and a half hours." Clark looked at his watch while pulling his suitcase, and replied, "Don't worry, it's time to catch up."

"No, I was just thinking, Brian better take the airsickness medicine now." Claude let out a low breath, and Clark motioned to help him, but was avoided by the polite male colleague, "Aren't you Haven't been on a business trip with Brian yet?"

"………not yet."

Clark had already guessed what was going to happen. He stared at Claude uncertainly, and the other party gave him a sympathetic gaze.

"Bryan vomited as soon as he got on the plane, so much that Jessica didn't want to sit with him." Crowder said, "The last time he started retching, the whole person on the plane was airsick. Now, you better hope you're not in the same row as him."

Before getting into the taxi, Clark had already seen through the ticket information in Brian's pocket with super vision: "..."

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"Oh, Clark—may I call you Clark?"

The polite male colleague suddenly pointed forward, "You probably don't have that kind of trouble anymore. Jessica gave him twice the airsickness medicine. It seems that she wants to impress you."

At the door of the No.15 waiting room, a brown-haired female colleague was standing with her back to them, and Brian was sitting opposite her, his face flushed a lot, and he still had a bottle of mineral water that he had just taken a sip of in his hand.

After being reminded by Brian, she turned her head and walked towards them through the small half of the waiting room.

"Thank you for helping me with my luggage." Taking the suitcase from Claude, Jessica led them to sit near Brian, "I just checked the hotel information, two single rooms and one double room. "

"It doesn't matter whether I have a single room or a double room." Brian calmed down a little bit and got involved in the topic, "But I will never live with Claude."

"For the sake of everyone's sleep quality at night, I live in a single room." Claude immediately said kindly.

"........."

Clark had no room to participate in the whole process, and the room was divided up in a very reasonable way in an instant. If he was really just Clark Kent, a simple and 100% human being, he would be very grateful for Brian's words—after all, no one Don't want to be in a room with someone who has bad habits at night.

But the problem was that Clark planned to visit New Haven at night.

Unexplainably, he was stuffed into the double room. The god on earth was a little worried, but it was not completely helpless.

—————— After all, the bedroom door can be locked, and the doorstop can also be made out of materials on the earth to make relevant shapes, so that when he is exploring New Haven at night, no one will rush into his room rashly. room, and because of fright, report him a "missing person" police.

He fell into silence like this, in the eyes of other colleagues, it was a tacit attitude towards the assignment.There was one hour, two and 10 minutes before boarding, and they all fell silent, turned on their laptops, and began to deal with everything they had accumulated.

...

The boarding announcement was played softly overhead, and Clark's shoulder was patted softly and humanely, pulling his consciousness of in-depth reporting back to the real world.

Clark looked up to see Cloud stuffing his laptop back into his briefcase, and the hand on his plaid shirt was Jessica's.

"Clark, we have to go."

The brown-haired female colleague read the document for an entire hour under the dim light of the airport, but her expression became more and more energetic, and she already had considerable inspiration for what she wanted to write.

"Have you thought about it?" He asked one more question by the way.

"Well." Jessica nodded, agreeing with this statement.

After checking in, Clark pulled the suitcase and walked among the crowd about to board the plane.

The tunnel was decorated in bright cool white, and the cold December wind blew through the metal space, blowing even Clark's thin plaid shirt to bulge.

Seeing the fellow reporter wearing rustic black-rimmed glasses couldn't help but shiver, Claude pulled him sympathetically, motioning him to step back a little behind the wall of people formed by Brian and Jessica.

"I hope the heat of couples can warm you a little."

After being told by him, Clark nodded as usual, fully recognized his identity as a weak human being, and swayed into the cabin behind his colleagues.

"I wish you a wonderful trip."

The blond stewardess gave him a professional smile showing eight teeth, and directed him in the direction of his seat in a soft voice.

Clark returned her a shy smile.

After sitting down according to the seat, the god on earth fastened the seat belt clumsily like others, spread the blanket on his knees, and adjusted the best position of the seat for a few minutes.

The aisle light fell into his quiet, blue eyes, injecting a beautiful blue light. Clark slowly opened the plastic bag, took out the cotton eye mask presented by the airline, put it on his head, Lie down in the seat.

Within a few tens of seconds, he sat up again, pushed up the eye mask, turned around, and sprayed the citrus-flavored sleep aid spray on the small pillow that came with it before he fell back into the seat.

While doing so, Clark inadvertently glanced across the aisle, and happened to meet Claude's eyes before he could look away.

In an instant, the latter's undisguised scrutiny and faint hope all fell into Clark's eyes, and that kind of hope was so similar to the helpees Clark had met before, like a stone thrown into the peaceful heart lake of a Kryptonian.

Long before entering the plane, the god on earth was actually puzzled by Claude's sudden approach, not to mention, the super hearing has been broadcasting to him the abnormal situation in the cabin.

In addition to the elderly with irregular heartbeats, children who do not belong to this category, and couples like Brian and Jessica, there is another person whose heartbeat is very obvious, like a bird trembling in the palm of a human being. .

—————That was Claude's heartbeat from beginning to end.

————In human society, he is a complete anomalous person.

...

The plane's wings crossed the sky, running in the opposite direction to the sun, the sky gradually darkened, and the clouds began to be dyed with strange colors.

On the seat screens, the black-and-white opera that Clark had pointed out had come to an end, and the actress was raising her hands in empathy, begging God for forgiveness.

"Hi Clark, I noticed you were asleep."

The Kryptonian heard someone whispering in his ear.

——————The dream witch is sitting in his dreamland, with her white legs dangling freely, under the layers of purple skirts, it seems like the moonlight covered by the night, also like a flower blooming alone in the garden put white roses.

"........."

The god of the world took a rare step away from God.

He looked at the blond girl innocently holding her chin in front of him, took her five fingers wearing lace gloves, and helped her off the floating Xingyue Staff.

"I'm going to Castle Elm," Clark said softly.

"That would be great, because they're still having nightmares."

After being pulled down by him, the dream witch jumped up and down in the mist. Hearing this, she even lifted her skirt. The moment Clark looked away, she took out a brand new small bottle from among the lace.

"Look at this thing." She pouted her lips slightly, and threw the bottle into Clark's arms, "It still calls me 'help'."

Even if he doesn't know anything about magic testing, Clark can guess the power of this nightmare from her expression.

"...The nightmare that can speak human language is more terrifying?" He guessed and replied.

"The most authentic and terrifying one is enough to change the attitude of the supreme power of a country towards another country."

The dream witch said sullenly.

"That is to say..."

The speed of thinking is not inferior, and Clark immediately followed her train of thought, "Whoever dreams of this nightmare will be convinced of what happened in it...?"

A tea table appeared out of nowhere next to the dream witch. She held up the bone china teapot and filled half of the teapot with the momentum of "bitter wine hurting her throat and heartache". Like nodded.

"So, he himself is also obsessed with something, and regards that as his life goal, isn't it?"

When he said this inference, the god of the world couldn't help but feel a shudder behind him.

No matter what kind of creature it is, what kind of thinking ability it has, once it is obsessed with a certain goal, certain accidents will inevitably occur.

————For example, Metropolis is staring at the bald egg that Superman Gene refuses to let go.

As a personal experiencer, Clark can say that creatures that are too obsessed with certain rules are too scary.

"...?"

The dream witch looked at him, and kindly poured Clark a cup of scented tea from another teapot.

"Do not be afraid."

She said, "Maybe it's not that bad, and I'm not very helpful, but when you feel your soul is damaged and your consciousness is out of control, you can call on me, and I will take you to the dream world, the deepest part of consciousness." No one can catch up here."

Clark drank the scented tea in one gulp, and the aroma gradually evaporated on the tip of his tongue. He put down the teacup and stared at the bright purple eyes of the dream witch, feeling unprecedentedly relaxed.

"Every time I chat with you, my mood becomes very good." He confessed quite sincerely, "Maybe I should introduce you to my friend, he... Sometimes, maybe he needs some mood relief." adjust."

"……ah…?"

The blond girl froze slightly, and uttered a meaningless monosyllable.

Clark just said it in passing, so he inadvertently missed the unusual reaction of the dream witch.He gave her a friendly smile, then walked aside, waiting for the dream to gradually collapse, leaving only the blond girl standing there alone.

"system."

Sisley asked, "Did you hear what he just said?"

[Dili. 】

system said.