Anti-Hero Lola [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

Barbara's face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, her smile couldn't hold on anymore, this reaction startled Laura.

Laura jumped up directly from the sofa.

"What's the matter with you?" She said nervously, "Oh, what are you doing? You're just... you're boring like this, let me tell you! What are you doing? I didn't care about you? I knocked door!"

"I'm sorry," Barbara murmured, "I'm sorry."

Laura had a headache: "Why are you telling me this? You have nothing to do to me. Oh, you really are, you really are...don't feel wronged by me."

She and Barbara stared at each other for a while, staring at each other, and Laura burst out laughing, "Don't scare me."

Barbara also laughed, "Sorry, I made you laugh, I might have been a little emotional just now."

"It's okay." Laura said lightly, "I can understand your dilemma." She looked at Barbara sympathetically, "Whether it's Batman's assistant, Bruce's daughter, or a big sister, It's hard, right?"

"Yes," Barbara admitted with a smile. There was some helplessness and bitterness in this smile, but it was more free and easy. "Unfortunately, I didn't do any of them well."

Luo La suddenly started to talk: "The main reason is that you want to do too much. With so many identities, you have to choose one as the focus. For example, before the identities I listed, you are the oracle first--this is very Alright, first of all, do a good job in the oracle, as long as you pass the other identities, this test paper will give you full marks."

"We just discussed your two names." Barbara teased with a smile, "Experience?"

"...No." Laura denied it. She looked at Barbara, hesitated, and said, "These are two names, but they represent... the same identity."

Before Barbara asked more questions, Laura quickly brought the topic to the point she wanted to talk about when she came to visit today.

"Lex came to Gotham," she said. "Do you know what he's here for?"

"not sure."

Laura said, "I know what he's come for."

"You want to cooperate with us?" Barbara raised her brows high, her face full of suspicion.

"No, no, no, I think Tibao must have mentioned me to you..." Laura smiled reservedly, "'Worst companion', 'Impossible leader', 'Will not be with her in the next life Go out on a mission'... I think these should be his evaluation of me."

"So what do you want? Intelligence? A little assistance?" Barbara said. "If you want news from Jason, I'll tell you everything. If you want me to help you stop the bat, I want to know your purpose." , and then think about it before giving you an answer."

"Actually, I just want to get to know Sister Barbara."

"I don't want you to do that, little rascal."

"Okay." Laura could only say, "Actually, I want to..."

She explained a lot of things to Barbara in a soft voice. Barbara was a little careless at first, but in the end she became more serious as she listened. Finally, she couldn't help but interrupt Laura: "What exactly do you want to do?"

"I just told you."

"You..." Barbara was confused, "How dare you tell me this? You know I always agree with the theory of bats. I never think that killing is the best solution. Jason's approach is wrong. .He was absolutely wrong."

"Yeah." Laura replied.

"I won't help you."

"Okay." Laura was quite indifferent, "I don't necessarily need your help to do it, it's just an insurance policy."

"..."

"But if you help me," Laura tempted, "you can control the whole direction of the whole thing."

"..." Barbara struggled.

Lola waited, smiling, not in a hurry.

When she left Gotham, she was very satisfied.

metropolitan city.

Clark Kent glanced at the time.

Twenty to ten minutes have passed since the agreed time, but the agreed interview subject has not come yet.

His phone couldn't get through, so Clark sent a message to the other party, and then recorded some other things on the phone.

The biggest advantage of being a reporter is that you need to go out frequently, and being able to sit in the office all the time means that you have relatively more free time.

Of course, for journalists who are ordinary people but want to do great things, the concept of "freedom of time" does not exist at all. They are often on the road of asking questions or seeking evidence, let alone " Time freedom”, even the safety of life may not be guaranteed.

And Clark Kent—one of the best reporters on the Daily Planet—was no ordinary guy.

It was quiet in the cafe.

It was too quiet, so quiet that Clark could tell something was wrong.

He quickly raised his head and looked around, but found nothing unusual.

The most unusual thing is that this cafe has become very quiet, but there are not many people who will stay in the cafe at this point in time, most of them are people who come here to work with laptops, and Clark has some Out of place.

He sat quietly for a few seconds, and felt that the flash of strangeness just now might just be an illusion. Although he rarely had illusions, this possibility could not be ruled out.

He put down his phone and started typing on the keyboard of his laptop.

Opposite the cafe, in the jewelry store, Laura shook the earrings in her hand.

"This pair too," she said, "wrap up the ones I chose earlier."

She picked up her handbag, walked to the opposite cafe, ordered a cappuccino for herself, and left the cafe.

"Just give it to me, Clark." Hasen approached courteously, and took the handbag from Laura's hand.

In the cafe, Clark raised his head subconsciously when he heard the name.

He only saw a petite figure and red hair cascading down like a waterfall.

For some reason, this back made Clark feel a little familiar.

"Come on," Laura said, as if not noticing Hasson's sudden change of address to her.

But in the end I was still a little unhappy.

So she glared at Hasen, and gave a soft "hum" again, although because... she was in the cafe, and after being attracted by the call, she didn't look away for some reason, but kept Looking up at her back, Laura didn't say or do anything, but her attitude was obvious.

I'll clean you up later, she said vividly with her eyes.

Hasen smiled flatteringly, and took a few steps back to make way for him, but when he walked, although he bent towards Lola, these few steps did not have the obscene attitude that most people often have when they walk with their buttocks up , but walked briskly and steadily.

This small step is really a bit cheap and playful.

——It is from such details that the spirit of a person is displayed.

Back then, he still had ugly instant noodle hair, so Laura thought he was very interesting.At that time, she didn't understand why she thought Hasen was funny, but now she suddenly understood.

Hasen has an earnest dog-leg smell about him.

And it's the kind of dog leg with a bit of funny talent.

A bit clever and a bit stupid, but he doesn't hold back when he's stupid, because mistakes don't hurt, he's just funny enough to make people laugh.

But before this moment, Laura hadn't thought through this point thoroughly.

She is extremely intelligent in nature, but most of the time she doesn't want to think carefully, preferring to do things by feeling.

It's like seeing the single-digit addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division, and you can get the answer in a flash. If you want to calculate two-digit numbers mentally, you still need to stop and think about it. Mental calculations for three-digit numbers are more troublesome and take some time— — But it is not a problem to roughly estimate the scope of the answer in a flash.

Laura is the type who only wants to roughly estimate the range.

When the car started, she turned her head sideways, and glanced cautiously into the cafe through the gap of the red hair hanging down her cheeks.

— facing a pair of blue eyes hidden behind black-rimmed glasses.

Laura was startled, and held back her words so as not to cry out.

It was not easy for her, but she did it, and even Lola herself began to admire herself.

She didn't dare to turn her head, and she didn't dare to make unnecessary movements. The sound of the car starting sounded for a long time and the car didn't really start to drive. Laura carefully maintained this posture, looking at the pair of blue eyes, looking at each other.

Did he... see her?

Does he know her?

Those blue eyes looked calm and unwavering, like a blue whale in the deep sea.

He lowered his head again.

Then Luo La suddenly became depressed, the car finally started, Hasen hummed a happy tune, did not give any explanation for the excessively long stay, and Luo La didn't bother to really scold him.

She snorted a little after the car left for a long time.

"Open your eyes and go blind." She said angrily, "What big black glasses frames, they are so ugly."

Lola didn't ask anyone out this weekend.

Her main purpose is to visit the headquarters of the Lex Group - the Lex Group has an open-visit project, some of the places are open to major universities, and even less places are distributed to some excellent high schools. The sporadic places below are drawn from the emails applying for visits.

Laura sent the email and received a receipt within 1 minute, not surprisingly.

The other party congratulated her for this precious opportunity in a very formulaic manner, and reminded her of the specific time of the open tour, indicating that Lex Luthor might show up in person to explain to the visitors... Laura flipped through the email content in a few clicks, Sent it to Hasson.

Today is the time to visit.

Laura tried on the earrings one by one, the earrings she bought across from the coffee shop before, then took out the small mirror and checked her face several times.

No problem at all!She is also very cute today!

She happily put away the mirror, then took out her mobile phone from her handbag and played with it.

Ha Sen glanced at Laura from the rearview mirror, and said, "Why do you want to go to the Luthor Group today, Miss Clark?"

"Why isn't your name Clark?"

Hasen smiled meanly: "It's not appropriate."

"Go to hell with you," Laura said. "Stop, stop, stop here—well, you can go."

She got out of the car and straightened her dress with vigor.

On the other side, Clark waited for an uninvited guest.