It's not a superhero, it's a saiyan

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Sun Wukong is used to losing his tail again, and he didn't even think about how lame Clark's excuse was. He quickly forgot about it and waited for the Thanksgiving feast with great anticipation. , that is the most worthy of attention at present.Clark was left feeling guilty for his deception, but he was caught off guard, and he hadn't found a suitable entry point to talk to Monkey King about this matter. Judging from the facts he learned, it was really difficult for him to To inform his friends that he may have inadvertently killed his nurturer.

After Sun Wukong was called by Martha to taste her newly baked biscuits, Steve came out again and patted Clark on the shoulder as a kind of silent comfort.

"Thank you for inviting me to your house for Thanksgiving, Clark," Steve said after helping Clark put the whole lamb on the grill. Although they already called each other names, it was actually almost because of their Because of a mutual friend, they didn't have much contact with each other, but this time coming to Smallville obviously changed things.

"I'm glad to invite you too, Captain." Clark smiled sincerely, "But you don't look like you'll be here for a long time."

"This is really a nice place, as if it is isolated from the world, it makes people relax. I would definitely like to spend the rest of my time in such a place." Steve looked around the stretching cornfields, closed his eyes slightly, and gently Taking a deep breath, "But now... I have more things to do, and I can always feel a sense of urgency, maybe because I was still on the battlefield not long ago."

Clark smiled and held out his hand to him: "Good luck, if you need help, just call my name."

"no problem."

"Steve, and Clark, how are you getting ready, do you need help?" Martha called from the house.

"I think we're doing pretty well, ma'am."

"Then when you're done with your work, maybe you can try my newfound pie, I promise you'll love it."

"Okay, Mom, we'll be right there."

Night soon fell on this land, and Jonathan moved the antique long table, which was rarely used several times a year, out of the warehouse. Ever since he adopted Clark, he had spent nothing on it What strength, so happy to toss it every year.

When all the food was moved to the table, the aroma of the food seemed to be more intense under the flickering candlelight. It was squeezed and fermented in the restaurant, causing a sound of swallowing saliva.

"Hey, children, do we still have to pray before dinner?" Martha knocked on the glass with a smile.

Jonathan pretended that he didn't steal a small pie, and said solemnly: "Yes, don't worry guys, after we finish dinner, there will be a show waiting for us, it's in the tavern in the middle of the town, today's town People from all over the world will gather there, and there will be many young and beautiful girls... Ahem, anyway, let's pray first!"

After the sumptuous and slightly crazy Thanksgiving feast, everyone seemed satisfied. There was no waste of food on a large table, which made the subsequent cleaning work much easier. The five people worked together and only spent Everything is done in half an hour, and the rest is a free-wheeling happy hour, and the bars in the town center have all the conditions for a party, especially when there is unlimited beer.

In this festival of family reunion, no matter how unlovable people usually are, they seem amiable, and the travelers returning home and strangers coming from afar are warmly welcomed like never before, especially when they look like A strong and handsome young man popular with these townspeople.

Clark, who grew up here, even had a sense of astonishment that he never knew that there were so many and enthusiastic people in his hometown.

"The taste of this is so strange." Sun Wukong, who was caught in the joyful crowd, was stuffed with a glass of beer by someone, took a big sip, and immediately sprayed the face of the person opposite him, throwing up in disbelief. Tongue out, "Is it broken? It's really too bad to drink, bah bah."

The middle-aged man who was sprayed on the opposite side wiped his face indifferently, hugged Monkey King with a smile, showed his muscular arm, patted Monkey King's strong body, and said loudly: "What a good boy! , I like hahaha, but have you never drank alcohol, then you have missed a great pleasure in this world, why don't you try it again, I promise you that you will love her wonderful taste ..."

Sun Wukong's eyes widened: "Really?"

"Of course, this is brewed by old Hank himself. It's unique. If he hadn't lost a bet while watching the game, he would not be willing to give it to us." Another young man said proudly, and he swallowed a full glass of beer. After pouring it down, he looked at Monkey King provocatively.

Sun Wukong stared at the clear and clear wine in doubt. A lot of foamy liquid had accumulated on the cup, and he couldn't help but also took a big gulp. Then he covered his mouth before spitting it out again, his expression became... a little distorted.

"Gulu" swallowed the wine, Sun Wukong looked at the remaining beer and said strangely: "What, it still tastes weird, but after drinking it, it doesn't seem so bad... hiccup~"

"Try again?" Someone urged, and filled Monkey King's huge beer cup again.

Sun Wukong thought for a while and nodded.

When Clark came to the busiest center of the party, he saw the youngest and strongest boys in the town lined up, and Sun Wukong was surrounded by a group of people - most of the girls seemed to be gathered here , from time to time there will be loud cheers and applause-wrestling with everyone who can't wait to sit in front of him. It seems that the spirit is high, looking forward to the time when Sun Wukong will lose, or there will be a perfect victory.

"Hey, Clark, try it too. Your friend is really strong. He's about to beat everyone in our town. It's really embarrassing!"

"Clark can't, I bet he can't hold on for a second."

"I think Clark can do it, look at his pecs, oh, it's so flattering."

"Clark!" Monkey King raised his head, smiled and waved to him.

Clark felt that at this moment he could only forget that he had a pair of overly sharp ears. He walked over and patted a young man in front of him: "Jack, can you give me a try?"

Jack glanced at a girl with cute freckles in the crowd, stood up after hesitating, patted Clark on the shoulder and whispered in his ear: "Hey, Clark, don't be too Show off, I still want to catch up with Mary, you are enough to attract the girls, how should I put it, thank God you are out, thank God."

Clark spread his hands: "I can't guarantee that."

Jack gave him a hard punch, then gave up his position, and ran towards his beloved girl amidst the laughter of the people behind.

"I said they can't beat me, but they don't believe it. It's great that you can come, let's try again!" Looking at Clark in front of him, Monkey King stretched out his hand happily.

Clark took a closer look at Sun Wukong. The smell of beer in this place was particularly strong. Even Sun Wukong was surrounded by wine bottles. It was obvious that they had already drunk enough to make Old Hank go into a rage, but Sun Wukong didn't show any signs of drinking too much. , This seems to be a matter of course, with their metabolism speed, alcohol has completely failed to affect them.

It's like Steve, who has gotten rid of the enthusiastic girls around him, is now chatting with a few World War II veterans in a warm and comfortable corner, and there is no lack of alcohol between them. Under Steve's initiative Most of it went into his stomach, but he still didn't show any signs of drunkenness, listening carefully to the veterans recalling the past.

"I think they might not like the result of our contest." Clark said with a smile, and tightly held hands with Monkey King. After the two looked at each other, they entered a state of evenly matched power, which fully stimulated the enthusiasm of the onlookers out.

"Come on, come on, kill him Clark!"

"Kakarot, you are the best, beat him, beat him, I put all my money on you..."

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, it was as if the old things were repeating itself. The solid wooden table that provided the venue and support for this contest broke directly from the center and fell powerlessly to the ground.

"..."

"..."

"How should this be calculated?"

"The dealer takes all?"

Sun Wukong blinked his eyes: "This table is too weak, let's change it." He suddenly looked up at the moon in the sky, pointed to it and said, "Let's go there, the moon here looks very strong , it looks like it’s hard to break, which is great.”

"I'm afraid you're drunk." Clark grabbed Sun Wukong's arm and directly wrapped it around his neck. The muscles in his arm tensed imperceptibly for a moment, preventing him from flying out with a huge explosive force, " Looks like we should go back."

"Hey?" Monkey King tilted his head and looked at Clark, scratching his hair in distress, "Who are you, why do you have two heads, are you a monster?"

Clark pressed his forehead with a headache, he had no idea that a powerful friend like him was really affected by alcohol, maybe he should pray that Monkey King had good wine.

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The author has something to say:

Ah, sorry, I found that I completely overestimated my physical condition when I wrote the article. I always felt sleepy after I entered the third trimester, and I had to spend three hours a day counting fetal movements, and doing exercises and walking. Salted fish, no matter how I think about the code words, I can’t get up, the update is still affected_(:з"∠)_

I had a good idea at first, just like some big ones, who just made an announcement after entering the delivery room and then disappeared, hiding their achievements and fame, but it turned out that I thought too much, I can only say that I will try my best to update it, try my best before the due date end.