[Zhongyingmei] A cookie that moves around

The figure of the man quickly disappeared under the package of heavy guards, and was safely sent to the house. Eva watched the reporters stay outside for a long time unwillingly, and then dispersed in twos and threes.

Clark came over with a camera and smiled at Eva, "Eva, why are you here?"

Eva looked at the place that was still surrounded by many people on the opposite side, "I'm drinking here, and that person is the person you are going to interview?"

But the appearance just now, no matter what, it can't be seen that he is about to be interviewed.

It's more like a star being sought after when walking the red carpet.

Clark raised his eyebrows, revealing a little flexibility under the cover of ordinary people's stupidity, "He is Bruce Wayne. The one I was going to interview before had to change the time due to something, and the editor-in-chief asked me to come here on the way back. I can't come It’s useless, you can only take pictures.”

As he spoke, he took the schoolbag on Eva's back, "You still have a laptop when you come out?"

Eva smiled and waved the mobile phone in her hand, "Of course. The mobile phone belongs to Wayne's family, and the laptop belongs to Stark's family. Don't these two families fight against each other?"

She quietly avoided the reason for coming out with a laptop.

Girls always have their own little secrets.

Clark realized this, skipped the subject, and returned to the Daily Planet with Eva.

When her brother went to work, Eva waited obediently in the lobby downstairs with her schoolbag in her arms, tapped her phone a few times, and reported to Martha the news of her successful meeting with Clark.

"Hi~"

A gentle greeting came from above her head, and Eva looked up, only to see a woman in a professional suit standing in front of her, with reddish-brown curly hair hanging behind her, exuding a charming aura, "Are you Eva?"

Eva subconsciously stood up, her dark eyes flashed with surprise, and she looked hesitantly at the woman in front of her who was obviously a strong woman in the workplace, "Yes, you are..."

"I'm Louise Lane, Clark's colleague. Just call me Louise." Louise is a very mature and attractive woman, and Eva standing in front of her can feel this, her complexion Reddish, she greeted softly, "Hi, Louise."

Louise sat down next to her, "Clark said about you, although he kept covering the frame, but I saw it once." This explains why Louise knew her.

Although Louise and Eva left apologetically after a brief conversation, Eva still liked this big sister very much.

Louise, who was going back to work, bumped into Clark who was about to enter the elevator when she was getting out of the elevator. The small book in her hand slapped his chest, "Your little sister is quite soft, but put her in the elevator alone. How are you down here? Don’t forget who else is in this building.”

Clark's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly pressed the button on the first floor, and the words "Thank" dissipated in the air.

When the silly brother rushed out of the elevator, there were indeed a few people hovering around Eva, and Superman was so shocked that he almost used his ability to take Eva away.But no, he could only force a smile and walked over step by step.

"Sorry, what's the matter?"

When Clark scared those people away with his honest face and strong figure, Eva burst out laughing, "Brother, what are you doing?"

Clark touched Eva's hair, picked up his backpack and walked towards the gate, "If you want to fall in love, you can't talk to these people, you need to find someone who is simpler."

"Brother, you think too much." Eva chased after him helplessly, "You chased them away before they even spoke to me, and I'm only 17 years old, what are you thinking!"

The figures of the two were walking on the streets of the metropolis one after the other, hiding among the passing crowd, so ordinary, just like ordinary people.

More than half an hour later, Eva wandered around the small room of Clark's apartment, placing the small bag on the computer desk piled with documents.

Clark gave Eva the only chair and sat on the mattress by himself, "How is Mom?"

Even if Clark could hear Martha's voice, it was not good, and he rarely used this ability.

After all, abilities are not meant to be abused, and those endless cries for help also caused Clark to fall into pain. It took several struggles to balance his identities as a superman and a small reporter.

"Mom is fine." Eva smiled and talked about the family affairs with Clark, but after a few minutes, she couldn't help it anymore, "Clark, don't worry, I'm not that fragile."

Clark's gaze on her was always vaguely concerned.

Eva could only explain to him helplessly and amusedly, "Even if something happens to me, isn't my ability enough to protect myself?"

"Eva, the identity of a mutant is not safe."

Clark's calm voice sounded, his glasses did not take off, but his identity at this time was no longer a small reporter, but Superman, Eva's elder brother.

"I know." Eva took out the snacks and tried to stuff her eldest brother's mouth with the snacks made by Martha. Then her eyes fell on the small TV in the house, and she turned on the remote control to watch it.

Sure enough, as a small reporter, Clark Kent, the first program he opened was the news channel.

Eva smiled and glanced at Clark sitting on the bed, "You are really dedicated."

Superman took a small snack and put it in his mouth, "This job is quite interesting, no matter where I appear, no one will be suspicious, and I can quickly participate in many things."

What was broadcasting on the TV was the news that Bruce Wayne appeared in the Metropolis this morning.

This Gotham playboy is bound to make headlines wherever he goes.

Aware of Clark's frowning, Eva glanced back and forth between the TV and him suspiciously, "You don't like him?"

Clark came back to his senses, looked at the people on TV and shook his head, "He's a playboy, but the Wayne Group has done a lot of charity. That's his way of life, I have no right to comment."

"I just thought of Batman."

Clark stood up while talking, took off his glasses and put them on the bedside, and walked slowly to the window.

His body was hidden under the cheap suit, and the arc of strength could be vaguely seen while walking. After taking off the suit jacket, it was a pity that he looked strong and handsome.

It's a pity that the scenery is always covered up, and it's a pity that the world doesn't know that the "God" they are eagerly pursuing has been walking quietly among them.

"He's running everything like the laws of Gotham, and that's a serious problem."

Eva leaned back in the chair and turned around, realizing something was wrong.

She turned her head to look at the man who was as handsome as Apollo standing in front of the window, "Brother, is that what many people say about you?"

"Not."

Although Clark said so, there was no smile in his voice.

Eva pursed her lips. Even if no one said that, it probably didn't make much difference.

"Brother, it's not your fault." The girl stood up, "Do you remember what you told me? There is nothing wrong with ability itself." Eva took a few steps forward and walked to Clark, standing side by side Let her see the same scenery as Clark.

The bustling city has a noisy appearance, and there is a unique indifference in the big city. However, when they really encounter difficulties and obstacles, they will quickly combine together to form a huge force.

This is human beings.

But even standing beside Clark and looking at the same scenery, Eva always knew that her pain as a mutant was far less than the emotion in Clark's heart.

Being a Kryptonian means that no matter what he does, it takes an infinite amount of restraint to keep everything around him safe.

——He is like living in a cardboard house, and his small actions will cause irreversible disasters, so he never dares to lose control, and he is never reckless.

Perhaps it is precisely because Clark is too aware of the consequences of recklessness that he has such a deep understanding.

In the evening, Eva was sent back by Clark himself. He hadn't seen Martha for a long time, and suddenly wanted to see his mother.

Eva smiled and watched the thin Martha hugging the tall man, while Superman, who had resisted the disaster in Queens that day, leaned meekly on Martha's shoulder.

Like a child.

After her emotions calmed down, Martha gave her a special letter.

—Charles Xavier

The elegant font on the envelope reminded Eva of that day.

The professor still can't define what Eva's ability is, because there is no way to find the real answer so simply.

This also sounded the alarm for Eva.

Her ability is not a bad thing, but it is worse than she expected before. Maybe some people are happy with this ability, but once she bleeds, it means that someone will be controlled by her... It really doesn't feel good.

Before leaving, Eva spoke to Charles alone.

In the cornfield.

Eva held the handle with both hands, carefully pushed the wheelchair forward, and expressed no mind to the professor's polite refusal.

"I can't let you talk to me while pushing the wheelchair yourself."

That's not very respectful.

"Professor, how did you get through the initial period? I mean, control the ability, not let the ability control me?" Eva almost whispered the last sentence.

Charles sighed and comforted Eva, "This is a problem that every mutant who realizes his true identity will encounter." He landed on the armrest with clean and slender fingers, "I used to think that acting like an ordinary person is the most important thing." Good choice. But myoldfriend's point of view gave me another inspiration."

"We need to admit ourselves, accept ourselves, realize that our ability belongs to us, and then we will finally be able to accommodate it and control it."

The professor's words improved Eva's mood a lot, and sometimes in retrospect, she always felt a lot more confident.

He is indeed a good man.

Before opening the letter from the "good guy", Eva was sitting next to Martha peeling beans with her, and opened the envelope casually. Eva read the letter while humming.

The humming song suddenly stopped.

Martha was keenly aware of her little daughter's emotions, she stopped and looked at her, her eyes filled with worry, "Eva, what happened?"

Eva subconsciously licked her lips, stained with bright water color, "The professor told me that there is a group of unique existences in the UK. If I go there for help, there may be a solution."

About her blood problem.

The author has something to say: Batman and Superman are different types of good people. From their different perspectives, they see different problems.

In fact, I always feel that to some extent, Clark is a very restrained person. For him, the whole world is fragile.