[Zhongyingmei] Born to be Superman

Clark turned his head slightly, and just opened his mouth, and saw Cook was a little anxious but mustered up his courage and said, "Don't say it, I...listen...listen to me!"

Clark took a breath, turned the steering wheel, and stopped on the side of the road beside the field.

Clark pursed his lips, adjusted his expression, and tried his best to maintain his flattering personality, then looked at the older boy and hugged himself tightly in the co-pilot seat, his flushed face was full of misused words After being tense, Clark almost breathed a sigh of relief.

The little fat man hugged himself nervously, if he wasn't too fat, he even wanted to bury his head in his knees.

Then, Cook felt a hand on his shoulder, and that hand squeezed his shoulder. Clark said, "Thank you for liking me, Cook," Clark raised his head to Cook and said Looking into his eyes, Clark said seriously: "I like you too, you are a serious man full of wisdom."

Cook's appreciation for Clark is the kind of idol fans like, and Clark just expressed sincere encouragement to the boy.

Clark’s use of man to describe Cook, a word he makes clear that he sees Cook as a man who can make good choices rather than a boy who is worthless, is more than enough encouragement.

Man's nasal sound came from Clark's vocal chords, but Cook cried out with a "wow". The child, who was trying his best to suppress the humiliation and sadness in his heart, covered his face with his hands, as if a bank had burst. Like a dyke, he vented and cried out in general.

Clark quietly took out the napkins from the storage compartment, and put the pack of papers on Cook's lap silently. Cook looked at the shaking hands in front of him through his fingers, and the big boy said slowly. Putting down the hand covering his face, he sobbed loudly, took out a piece of paper, and twisted his nose.

"I used to be a cowardly fat man," Cook said so firmly, as if he had made up his mind, he said, "but I want to be you, Kent!"

"I swear," Cook said firmly, "I'm going to change, I'm going to be new!"

"Okay," Clark said with a slight smile on his lips, "I believe in you."

"Do you trust me?" Cook's voice revealed a deep lack of confidence, and his voice was full of doubts about himself.

"You can be admitted to Kansas State University, which proves that you are a person with perseverance and ability." Clark looked at Cook seriously, and said, "If you want to change, be willing to change, and lose the fat that hinders your brilliance." , although it is not an easy task, as long as you persevere, you will be able to look brand new."

Cook let go, and put his hands on his knees. After a while, the little fat man nodded, and said seriously: "Okay." Said: "You are a gentle man, a genuinely good man, Kent, and I admire you most in school!"

"Thank you." Clark, who accepted the good card, started the car, and Cook, who was still weeping silently in a sad mood, didn't speak again until he delivered this brave and cowardly boy to the door.

At the door of Cook's house, Cook slowly opened the co-pilot's door and walked slowly. He stood beside the co-pilot who opened the door, held the door with his hand, and said as if swearing: "I will change of."

Clark nodded without any response or extra encouragement. His reaction was as if he took this for granted. Clark waved his hand and said, "See you later."

Cook stood on the edge of the grass in front of his house, hugged himself and watched his school idol's car disappear on the road of his farm until the dust and the dark night blocked the light of the headlights of the cars driving on the road , Cook walked into his own farm.

Clark held his hands on the steering wheel, and his mood did not improve until he saw the hut on his own farm.

There was a pale yellow light in the window of the white leather cabin, he heard the smiling voices of his parents, he heard the sound of Bruce sipping tea gently with a teacup in his hand, he heard his long-lost friend and his With the sound of his parents talking, Clark parked the car and rubbed the space between his brows.

Then the small town boy yelled, "Daddy, Mommy, Bruce, I'm back!"

Master Bruce, who came from a long distance but took a shower and changed his clothes without feeling dusty at all, walked out of the house slowly holding a mug with a fat orange cat printed on it. With a cry of "creak", Bruce pressed the night light on the porch of the farm hut, and the LED light turned on, and Bruce could clearly see his friend coming from the night.

Master Wayne moved down the cup that was close to his lips, and said certain words to his smiling friend with interrogative sentences: "I received a good person card? What did you see that made you unhappy?"

Bruce looked at Clark's blue eyes full of helplessness and glared fiercely at him, then lowered his head and looked at his clothes and pants from left to right.

"Right cuff." Bruce prompted.

When Clark heard this, he raised his hand, and when he turned his hand around, he saw water stains with white crystals sticking to his sleeves. Clark thought for a while, and said firmly, "I don't believe it!" He didn't believe that he was stained with Cook's sweat. The cuffs allow Bruce to deduce the above points.

"Okay, I hacked your phone." Bruce said into his friend's staring blue eyes, "You came back even later than me, I'm very..." Clark swore that the word Bruce swallowed was curiosity, Bruce said Asked: "Worried about where you went?"

They had planned this high school graduation trip a long time ago—although Bruce was homeschooled, this trip was probably their last wanton, joyful, pure trip before they headed down their planned life paths.

They will leave tomorrow, and on the last day at home, Clark will return late!

"I want to postpone the travel plan, B," Clark said, holding his hand on the armrest of the Samana, facing Bruce who stepped aside, the pleasant smile on Bruce's face disappeared, and Clark continued: "Cook, he suffered Campus bully, Anderson Cavill, the famous rich jerk in town, I want to check him up and make him trouble."

"What are you talking about, two boys!" Old Kent yelled from the room: "Why don't you talk upstairs, and feed the mosquitoes at the door!"

Clara opened the door, listening to Bruce, who had taken a step behind him, whispered behind him: "Okay."

Two tall men of 1.9 meters walked into the room, and the bright light in the room seemed to erase the haze in Clark's heart in an instant. As soon as Clark turned his head, he saw Bruce with a mug walking towards the sofa in the living room. Clark sighed. After taking a breath, he asked tentatively, "Can you serve me a dish?"

Martha, who was wearing thick anti-scalding gloves and came out with a baking tray, came out of the kitchen and said without thinking: "Don't move, Bruce." Bruce, who sat down on the sofa, nodded so naturally, Martha Then he said: "Our kitchen is so small, you can't turn around if you are alone, Clark, why do you always like to toss people, you can only see Bruce's good temper, who can bear you like this."

The aggrieved boy from the small town curled his lips, walked into the kitchen, and brought out the hot baked cheese sweet potato with his bare hands.

Yes, yes, Bruce Wayne is the most obedient child in your heart, Mommy!

He can now blow sandbags with his bare hands and break glass with one punch, you know Mom?

Master Bruce, who has excellent acting skills, seemed to have heard the complaints in Clark's heart, and lightly sipped the black tea in the cup. The mug with the fat orange cat printed on it looked very miniature in Bruce's hand. From his two-hundred-pound body, it's hard to tell that he has a good temper.

He is a person who can distinguish right from wrong, hates evil as much as hatred, and has relatively (especially) strong self-control. How can he have a good temper!

"No slander." Martha glared at her silent son, and Clark looked up to see Bruce's slightly raised lips.

Clark lowered his head and responded aggrievedly.

This is also very good. He has grown into what he is today because of his extraordinary abilities, his super brain different from human beings, and his wise and calm friends.And Bruce, his friend who lost his parents when he was young, grew up in the beautiful and ugly city of Gotham before he grew into what he is today.

But both Clark and Bruce knew that the deepest impression of Bruce on the Kents was the sad boy who cried and cried in his arms after the Waynes' funeral. It has nothing to do with the word "childish".

Only for Clark, there is still some innocence that can be called interesting.

After enjoying the big meal carefully prepared by the couple, Bruce, who controlled his calorie intake, rubbed his stomach secretly. Old Kent sat at the head of the rectangular dining table. The child between the man and the man, Clark stared at the beer on the table and sipped the Coke reluctantly.

"Clark," his son looked at him, and Jonathan pinched his brows and asked, "Is the luggage ready?"

"We're planning to spend some time in town before our trip," Clark said. "There are things we need to work on."

"What's the matter?" Jonathan asked.

The elder Kent looked at his son's friend who was sitting very relaxed and sat up straight. Clark raised his hands to support his chin, and then narrated what happened today, and then Clark said: "... I don't believe it, that bastard has never violated the law since he grew up."

The elder Kent looked at his aggrieved son, and then at Bruce who sat upright but remained silent. Jonathan sighed deeply. The old farmer knew very well that the two big boys were coming in when an agreement was reached.

"Okay," the old father stared at his son's sure blue eyes, and finally, Jonathan emphasized: "No nonsense." The nonsense in Jonathan's mouth meant that he acted by illegal or violent means.

"Dad, I won't!" Clark said.

Clark just watched his father's eyes fall on the silent Bruce, and Bruce replied concisely: "Okay." Bruce's response tone was calm without ups and downs, but Jonathan seemed to be relieved, no Ask for more responses.

Clark raised his head, his blue eyes stared at Bruce, who was glistening in his eyes, Bruce paused, and said, "Uncle Jonathan, you can trust Clark more." Clark took a sip of the Coke in his glass and hiccupped , didn't say anything, but he was actually quite happy.

Ever since the tornado broke out, the old father knew very well how stubborn his son was. Clark would try his best to accomplish what he determined, but Clark never resisted his friends' restrictions on him in certain aspects.

Jonathan didn't know the reason for this, but as long as he thought about it, he found it very interesting.

If I have to describe it, these two people are like magnets with different magnetic poles, they are completely different but attracted to each other, with just a few words or a glance, they can understand each other's intentions.