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

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"Clark, I always feel that the way my uncle looks at me is so strange." Monkey King stretched his body after eating and drinking, and hiccupped contentedly. He couldn't help but feel a little cold on his back, but it wasn't the kind of murderous look, which made him really puzzled.

Clark put his hand on his forehead, and he suddenly felt that it was not a good idea for him to confess to his parents at this time.

"Want to go out for a walk?" Clark changed the subject.

"Yeah, I'm eating well too. I'll have to do [-], [-] push-ups later."

Clark couldn't help laughing, his friend really never changed.

Now is the season of recovery of all things, and the Kent family's farm is also full of greenery. Monkey King and Clark walked side by side on the path, and their pace slowed down.

"Ha, hello!" Sun Wukong, who was walking, suddenly left a weed, and a wild cat nestled in it gave him a haughty look, flicked its tail and ran away.

"That's Harry, he doesn't like being disturbed very much."

"I'm sorry!" Sun Wukong yelled at the wild cat, then turned to look at Clark, "By the way, Clark, do you have something you want to tell me?"

Clark froze for a moment. He touched his face, wondering if he was so obvious that even Monkey King could see it.

He carefully discerned Sun Wukong's expression, and he was sure that he was thinking too much.

"...do you want a boyfriend?"

"Boyfriend?" Sun Wukong thought for a while, and finally remembered where he knew the word, "Like Bulma and Yamcha, but why would I want a boyfriend?"

He has never quite understood why Buma and Yamcha always like to squeeze together, ah, and live in the same room. In the past, they always said with a smile that he would know when he grew up, but it was a pity that he would not know when he grew up. Went to this strange place.

Clark found that he had imagined Monkey King's answer before asking, which made him a little discouraged, but it was only a momentary emotional change. After all, this was a normal reaction. He couldn't ask the other party to do the same because of his mentality change respond.

He had no confidence in his ability to make his friend understand that this was a feeling other than friendship.

"I want to be your boyfriend." Clark said directly. He had simulated thousands of pursuit plans in his mind, but he had to admit that perhaps the most direct way was the right direction.

"Hey?" Sun Wukong looked at Clark in puzzlement, could he become stronger by becoming his boyfriend? What should he do?

Clark put his hand in front of Monkey King: "If you don't object, we will progress from a friendship to a couple."

"What?" Sun Wukong stretched out his hand in a daze, and held Clark together, not understanding what he was doing at all.

Clark pushed his glasses helplessly. When he was a teenager flooded with hormones, he never imagined that the first time he really put himself into a relationship started from cheating, which made him feel guilty. .

His friend from another world, his understanding of emotions may be inversely proportional to his force.

Clark imagined that Sun Wukong, who was so late, would marry someone who admired him inexplicably one day.

Look at the support group of the superhero Walker on the Internet, fans who want to give birth to monkeys for him are all over the world.

This is really full of a sense of crisis.

Clark even thought about using his verified account, the real name @hisfriend, to announce the further development of their relationship, but his sanity stopped him.

Such behavior can be considered despicable, and it is too pessimistic about the possible future between them.

Clark just noticed the change in his feelings by accident. This is a long fermentation process, and it has just given off some intoxicating atmosphere. He doesn't think he will never be able to make progress.

At least his strength guarantees that they can always walk side by side in that long time.

Clark was immersed in his emotional thoughts until Sun Wukong moved closer to him and took his arm.

This startled Clark, and his powerful heart almost stopped beating.

"What's wrong with you, Clark." Sun Wukong raised his head. He felt the stiffness of Clark's body, but he didn't find any abnormal conditions that could cause this reaction.

"No, it's nothing." Clark's head began to regard the current situation as the result, and began to reason wildly about the reason why Sun Wukong would behave in this way, and finally came to the conclusion that it was faster for him to ask, "You... Why, uh... do you want to do this?"

"I saw Boulma always holding Yamcha like this, didn't you say you are my boyfriend?" Sun Wukong didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his behavior at all, he imitated Boulma's usual movements , found that there was nothing special about it, so he quickly gave up and took his arm back.

Clark began to regret it.

In the strange atmosphere that Monkey King couldn't feel at all, the two walked along the path for a while. Monkey King started to leapfrog, and after leaving Clark for hundreds of meters, he jumped back.

Clark smiled, trying to have a match with his lover—an admitted relationship, anyway—when he got a call from Strange.

"I just wanted to ask, when will you guys come back? Holding that blue rock always makes people feel insecure. As for the Asgardian, he has already brought his sister home, thank God. "

"Perhaps after lunch."

"Oh, it sounds like you already told our Cacatello that I love you?" Strange's voice was full of sarcasm.

Clark made an unbearable expression: "You know it won't be that easy, my friend."

"Obviously." Strange's tone was very serious. "I think it's a pity that your superhero friends may not be able to wait for the day I can see you having sex."

Clark hung up the phone rudely.

"Is rolling the bed sheets an interesting game?" Monkey King jumped over again.

"No, it's just... a slang term from the doctor's hometown." Clark explained, and then snapped his fingers, "Who can get home faster?"

"No problem, then I'll start shouting, three, two, one, run!"

Martha, who was putting fresh flowers in the living room, felt a gust of wind blowing, and then there was cheering.

"Yeah, I won." Sun Wukong glanced at Clark triumphantly.

Clark looked at Sun Wukong's hair, which defied the gravity of the earth, and always felt that the tiny gap was entirely caused by the hairstyle, but he wisely didn't say anything.

"You seem to be having a good time, so would you like some pancakes?" Martha turned around and asked with a smile.

"Okay!"

"I'll get it for you, go wash your hands."

Sun Wukong obediently ran to the sink to wash his hands.

Martha looked at Monkey King's lively back, then at her tall son, and patted his arm: "Come on, Jonathan and I are supporting you, do you need my advice?" She winked playfully He blinked, his eyes full of teasing.

Clark felt helpless. He didn't think it was a matter of his pursuit of means, absolutely not.

After eating the pancakes, the two of them were driven out of the kitchen by Martha, so they nestled in Clark's room, pulled out the game controller and started playing games.

When they beat the final boss, they ran to Jonathan to help with farm work, and Monkey King became interested in various large agricultural machinery.

So Jonathan began to teach him how to drive these big guys with great enthusiasm, and expressed his appreciation for Sun Wukong's technology of cultivating the land machine.

The happy time always passed quickly. After Meimei had a sumptuous lunch, Monkey King and Clark said goodbye to the Kent couple and went to the address given by Strange.

New York, 177A Brick Ave.

Seeing this address, Clark once again felt the differences in the details of different worlds.

"Welcome, I think you'll want to do something on your own to get this done, so... come in."

"Wow!" Monkey King found that he and Clark, who were still standing at the door, had already entered the house, and Strange was standing in front of them.

"This is the temple, let's talk about the specifics later, please sit down, do you want some tea?"

"This kind of power looks good." Clark leaned on the sofa that didn't know when he appeared, and took a sip of the tea that appeared in his hand. It tasted good.

Sun Wukong's eyes widened, he stared at Strange closely, and asked curiously: "It's really interesting, how did you do it."

"Magic." A blue cube appeared in Strange's hand, "I spent the whole night flipping through those ancient books that I don't know when they were written down, and after careful research, I found that you can use the Cosmic Rubik's Cube and The mutual attraction between the Infinity Gauntlets—well, the Infinity Gauntlets are the gloves on Thanos’ hands—it’s not important, I can send you directly to Thanos’ vicinity, of course there is a certain risk, What do you think?"

"Sounds good." Clark looked at the Rubik's Cube, "What do you think is our chance of defeating him?"

"I don't know." Strange rubbed his forehead, "I only know that this is feasible, your appearance has completely disturbed the future, I can't see anything, I can't determine anything, it makes me very headache, really It's a headache."

"Then let's go." Sun Wukong said loudly.

"Maybe you will risk death. I personally don't approve of such reckless behavior."

"Clark?" Sun Wukong turned to look at Clark, he felt that this matter could not be decided by him alone.

"Then go."

"Two lunatics." Strange shook his head.