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

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"Make an offer, I want to join this project."

Throwing out a signed checkbook, the well-known Mr. Wayne sat comfortably on the sofa with intertwined legs, looking provocatively at the news that always appeared with him on the economic, social and even entertainment editions at the same time. Lex.Luther.

Luther, who looked well-dressed again, opened a bottle of wine with a smile, took out four more wine glasses, and handed each of them a glass of wine.

"I never imagined that the famous Wayne would be eyeing such a small investment plan. I feel flattered, but unfortunately, I am not the person in charge of this project. Mr. Kent has the final decision-making power."

Luther raised his glass to Clark.

Clark was trying to make Sun Wukong curb his curiosity and put down the glass of wine temporarily.

This place is not suitable for testing alcohol tolerance.

Wayne didn't seem so urgent either. He leaned his head on the armrest of the sofa, picked up the wine glass lazily, and took a sip with some reluctance, looking at Clark's tone of teasing: "Are there any minors here?" , well, although I can't guess the age of the Asian, but what the hell, let's have a drink!"

Sun Wukong was looking at Clark eagerly. He was really just a little curious, would the wine with such a beautiful color taste different from the beer he drank before.

When he went to Boulma's house for the first time, Boulma's mother also invited him to drink.

If everyone likes it so much, even though they don't think it tastes good, they still want to try it.

Luther swirled the rose-colored liquid in the glass, and suggested with a smile: "Maybe this can be called a historic moment, but don't waste the orphan I took so hard to photograph."

"I think we can start talking about Mr. Wayne's proposal." Clark put down his glass and avoided talking, directly provoking another topic.

Although he never imagined that he would borrow the laboratory to conduct some basic verification experiments, which would attract the attention of such a special person, it did not prevent him from changing partners.

Wayne Group and Lex Group both have deep involvement in high-tech related fields and can fully meet Clark's needs.

But he also needs to guard against the outflow of advanced technology. He doesn't even have basic trust in the two in front of him, no matter what identities they have behind their backs.

Clarke, who had been just a little reporter, had his brain running at high speed to avoid stepping on any traps in the words, and this was not his worry.

Sun Wukong couldn't help yawning when he heard what the three people in front of him said that he couldn't understand at all.

He secretly reached out his hand, trying to take the glass of wine that belonged to him, but of course it failed.

"Ah...ha~"

Monkey King yawned again, leaned directly on Clark's broad shoulders, and fell asleep in a second, purring softly.

Clark, who was arguing with Wayne about a certain contract clause, suddenly tensed his back and looked a little helpless. He couldn't help pressing his forehead, but smiled again.

It is indeed too embarrassing for such a guy to watch such a boring thing.

"Oh, what a cute guy." Wayne winked at Clark and drank another glass of wine.

Luther snapped his fingers: "I agree with that."

Sun Wukong could not hear what they were saying for a long time.

His sleep quality has always been very good, and he is basically not disturbed by the outside world. He is even rarely aware of dreams, and sleeps until he feels satisfied.

But this time he found it strange that he was dreaming, because he had no idea where he was now, and he couldn't feel Clark's presence.

Apart from being dreaming, it is completely impossible.

"Hello, is anyone around?"

There is not even an echo in the pure white world.

"It's so strange." Sun Wukong was a little confused, and he didn't know how to wake up.

After thinking about it, he pinched himself hard, causing him to yell out in pain.

"Not at all."

I tried to fly in any direction for a long distance, but it was still pure white without borders, making people wonder if I had really moved.

"Ahhh!" Sun Wukong scratched his hair with both hands irritably, lay down on the ground, and closed his eyes again.

Anyway, there is no way to leave, so I just continue to sleep.

This time he also fell asleep in a second.

"very hungry……"

I also felt very hungry. Sun Wukong held his stomach and opened his eyes, and his stomach immediately started gurgling.

"Hey, it's out." Sun Wukong turned his head and looked around, and found that he was in the apartment room where he and Clark temporarily lived, but it was already dark.

He slept all afternoon...

"Ah, I overslept."

Jumping up from the bed, Sun Wukong stood barefoot on the carpet for a while in a daze.

"Hey, isn't Clark here!"

Suddenly he remembered something, searched around, and finally found that what he was looking for was inlaid and hung around his neck.

That orange soul gem.

Sun Wukong poked the gem, shook and squeezed it a few times, but found that it had no effect at all.

"It's really troublesome, hey, you did it before, Xiaocheng, I can feel your energy breath inside." Monkey King deliberately said with a serious face, "You said you were hungry, then What do you want to eat, hey, you don’t want a soul, right? If that’s the case, I won’t do this kind of thing for you casually, and don’t make trouble in my dreams anymore, or I will throw you away Yes, really, really throw it away."

The soul gem trembled.

Finished communicating with the Soul Gem.

Putting the soul gem back into his clothes, Monkey King was about to eat something. He walked to the refrigerator, and just about to open the refrigerator door, he found a sticky note on the refrigerator sticker, which was written in a foreign language that Monkey King could understand better. .

[Come back before [-]pm, the kitchen has food ready. ——Clark] "Wow, Clark is such a good man." Monkey King rushed to the kitchen impatiently, and in a short while, the dining table was full of all kinds of food.

"I'm going to start."

Monkey King picked up a huge steak and took a bite.

"It was delicious."

Sun Wukong consumed the food quickly, and the dining table began to be emptied at a speed visible to the naked eye, but when he picked up a piece of pizza, he paused, which was Clark's usual favorite taste.

Often stay together for too long, even if Sun Wukong doesn't pay attention to this kind of thing, he will remember it unconsciously.

After thinking about it, Monkey King ran to look for his mobile phone again. Fortunately, after stuffing Monkey King under the quilt, Clark put all his things aside, otherwise the whole apartment might be overturned by him.

The first number of the contact person was dialed and connected immediately.

"What's the matter, Goku?" Clark's hesitant voice came out, although he was a little ashamed to admit that he did use his super hearing to pay attention to the movement around his boyfriend.

Regarding his behavior, he certainly asked Monkey King about his thoughts solemnly, and explained the relevant moral issues. After getting permission, he seldom did so, but in this not so peaceful world, he couldn't control it. behavior.

So it's a little strange why his boyfriend stopped halfway when he was desperate to fill his stomach.

"Did you eat, Clark?"

"...Of course." Clark's voice became even more hesitant.

Sun Wukong nodded understandingly, thought for a while, and asked again: "Then do you miss me?"

"..."Kiss Your Lover"?"

"Hey, yes, yesterday I saw the above said, uh... well... Anyway, if he said he was a lover, he wanted to call you to care about you, and then asked "do you miss me", isn't it right? Clark? "

Clark suddenly felt that he needed a little oxygen to keep breathing, as if his lungs were really that fragile.

"You don't have to do what the book says."

"Hey, why?" Sun Wukong was a little confused, "Although it is a bit difficult to read, and many sentences are not clear, but it seems to be telling others how to fall in love, which looks very useful." He thought that Clark seemed very I like the appearance of kissing, so I am a little curious about the book, but it is still very strange that someone has written a book about this kind of thing.

"I suddenly remembered Clark, that's why I called you." Sun Wukong felt that he should explain clearly, he didn't do everything according to the book, but...

"The last sentence is indeed from the book." Monkey King was a little embarrassed, but also a little confident, and laughed a few times trying to pretend to be stupid, "But I just think, Clark, you should like to hear such words."

"..." It was a terrible intuition.

Monkey King felt that he had finished what he wanted to say, and the aroma of the food was perseveringly tempting him, so he said goodbye to Clark and hung up the phone.

Today's practice still needs to be done after eating, which is something he never slacks off.

It's a pity that without Clark, it can only be regarded as a daily warm-up exercise.

"Clark is so weird today." The satisfaction of food constantly filling his stomach pleased his brain and made him more willing to think about things. Sun Wukong patted his stomach and lay down on the chair, letting out a long sigh.

Now that he agreed to Clark, Monkey King must of course be a good boyfriend. Although it feels more difficult than defeating Thanos, he has never forgotten to work hard.

Obviously, the methods mentioned in that book seem to make sense.

If he was still in New York, he could ask his friends, they were all smart enough to know exactly what to do.

Thinking of the friends he hadn't seen for a while, Sun Wukong thought of Peter who he knew first besides Clark. Thinking of Peter, another teenager appeared in his mind.

Monkey King, who already had a certain understanding of the power of money, remembered Dick who was thrown at the burrito shop by him.

"..."

Monkey King started looking for his wallet again.

On the top of a high-rise building in Gotham East, two figures stood facing each other.

Standing against the light, Batman seems to have merged into the night, only the wind rolled up his cloak, as if playing some kind of prelude.

Clark was still in his black suit from the day, but the glasses had been removed to make him look less ordinary.

"Sorry, where did we just talk?" Clark put away his phone and smiled apologetically, "Just like what you heard, so my head is a little messed up now..."

The corners of Batman's mouth were tensed, looking a little unhappy, and his eyes were fixed on Clark, which made Clark loosen his tie.

"...I'm curious, why did you reveal your true identity in front of us." Batman whispered, but there was no trace of curiosity in his voice.

"Actually, I do have my own uniform." Clark smiled, "Although you may not believe it, I don't think that having power can be above everyone, so to a certain extent, my choice and You too."

Batman seemed to be evaluating something, but he didn't seem to think about anything.

"but……"

"It's a very complicated topic for me, maybe when we become friends, we can discuss this issue in more depth."

Batman obviously thinks this means the conversation is over.

"Finish your things, leave this world, and most importantly, don't go near Gotham again."

Seeing Batman disappear in an instant, Clark let out a sigh of relief. He is really not very good at dealing with such people.

If he hadn't left this world and still chose to become Superman, it's unclear what the relationship would be with this apparently sane and suspicious Dark Knight.

friend?enemy?

It's really unpredictable.