Superman is my primary school classmate

In the end, the interview task was delayed. Louise and Clark were invited to stay overnight, and they were able to attend the orientation party in the upper school. Clark missed it last year, so this year it can be regarded as making up for it.

Professor X also assured Louise that since she was introduced by Hank, he could answer any questions within his capabilities.

"It's also a coincidence, Clark, your original bed is still vacant, so you can make do with it for a few days."

The new students entered a large number of vacant dormitories at once. Many new faces can be seen upstairs and downstairs. The old and the young pass by Clark. Maybe it’s because of Clark’s tallness, or maybe it’s because of Clark’s seriousness. Everyone shivered and did not dare to look directly at him.

Clark knocked on the door lightly. The dormitory is a room for two people, and one person has already stayed in it earlier.

After waiting for a while, Clark didn't hear the sound, so he pushed the door open and entered.

The room still maintains the original display, but it is much different from what I remember. The table should be full of books, test papers and messy magazines, but it is empty, only a mobile phone is placed on it.

The mobile phone should belong to another freshman who checked in. The suitcase of the freshman was still half-opened and collapsed on the ground at the end of the bed. The clothes and pants inside were a mess. It seemed that they had been stuffed in hastily before leaving and had no time to tidy up.

The owner just pulled out a few necessary pieces of clothing from the middle, and threw them on the ground casually.

Clark unbuttoned the buttons in a friendly manner, turned up the sleeves, and stacked the new clothes on the chair one by one, arranged the shoes neatly, and pushed the luggage into the cabinet.

And the owners of these things have already curled up in the bed, pulled the quilt over the top of the head and covered it tightly. If you don't pay close attention to the weak breathing movements, it's almost as if you've passed out from a drowsiness.

Clark whispered as much as possible not to disturb the roommate's rest, sitting on the bed he used to get along day and night.

"I put your things in the cabinet when I was tidying up. I didn't lose them. I was afraid that if you came back sometime. I wanted to wait until I knew your address and send it to you. Now it's convenient. When you go back, we will go together Take it away."

Opening the bedside cabinet, Clark's books, textbooks and notes were neatly listed inside, as well as many scattered gadgets.

What came into view was a pair of exquisitely crafted glasses case. Clark opened the lid and looked carefully at a pair of sunglasses.

This was sent to Sean when he and Clark were staying at the academy together. At that time, they hadn't had much contact with each other. Clark didn't know, but Sean seemed to be always afraid of him for some reason, and he thought it might be because he didn't know him before. Feeling ashamed of himself, he secretly looked behind his back and dared not meet him directly.

But what does it matter? Clark doesn't care about it at all. He is very happy to be able to continue to communicate with his former friends.

Sean thought that his small actions would not be discovered by him, so Clark obeyed Sean so as not to embarrass him, but every time he saw Sean poking his head and cautiously probing, it was funny to think that Sean was like this when he was young.

Because I just transferred to another school, I was very afraid of integrating into the group. At that time, the children in the country were small groups, and those who came from the big cities would make them feel a sense of distance. The children deliberately ignored Xiao En and did not go to play with him.

Sean was afraid and aggrieved, but he never told others that he wanted to join the group. Every day in class, his back was straight in front of Clark, and he listened carefully to the class and took notes. Standard good boy.

He never whispered to each other, and his gaze was always fixed on the teacher's eyes. Clark was the closest classmate to him, and he was also the one who could best get clues from Sean's slightly shaking and red ears.

He obviously wants to meet people and make friends, but he can't let go of his airs and speak up. He is as arrogant as a cat who doesn't want to bow his head.

Clark thought Sean would be the same as him, they would have something in common, maybe wait a little longer, maybe they could become good friends after a while.

The girls shot at Sean one by one, seeing Sean's cold and swollen face, so cute, they pushed each other to greet Sean in front of him.

In the end, Clark was still sitting in his own seat, going to and from class, and there was no one around him to communicate with, and the back table, which he thought would be the same kind, was getting further and further away from him.

The sunglasses are very new, and Clark has never had a chance to use them. The lake blue lenses slightly refract the light.

"I didn't even bring a present...Ah! Clark, I'm giving this to you, don't you mind, I haven't brought it very often, it's still new!"

In order to celebrate the two becoming roommates, Sean said that such an important day must be commemorated, but it is a pity that he did not bring anything else when he went out to study. When he touched his body, he could only take out the sunglasses hanging around his neck.

"Don't give it back to me, I will be angry if you don't accept it."

Sean's attitude was tough, and Clark accepted it under his soft and hard words.

In addition to the sunglasses, Clark dug out a bunch of photos, he had one, and Sean also had one, which Sean specially selected from his phone to develop, saying that the real thing is the most memorable.

When Clark thought of it, the corners of his mouth rose involuntarily.

The date of the first photo is from when they were in class, and the angle of the candid shot is a bit skewed, and the portraits on it are a bit blurred, and it can only be distinguished from the blurred color and figure that they are in Qin's class.

To fight in groups, Qin specially found Teacher Logan who said she wanted to attend. As a combat drill, Logan, in the eyes of many students, is tall, mighty, and fierce, almost synonymous with ability.

Enjoying everyone's admiration, Logan said that he would give Qin five moves, and Qin pulled Logan out with a backhand.

Sean quickly took out his phone and pressed the shutter button.

Clark smiled and turned over the photo with Qin and Logan's backs printed on it.

There are records of classroom life and group photos with friends. After Clark left the college, he took his photos away, but the thick stack of photo papers was not finished. There were more than a dozen photos at the bottom. Well, I printed it myself later.

The action of flipping through was paused. The photos were not the same as what Clark thought before. They were photos of classmates, teachers, and life, but more of a person. The person he could see in the mirror every day was Clark himself. .

The self in the image is both familiar and unfamiliar. It is his own silhouette, back view, and some are even just a part.

At the end, Clark silently rearranged the photos and put them back in the cabinet.

Even Katie knew that Clark had heard Katie complain, "Don't say you don't know Sean likes you, even a fool can see such an obvious thing."

What did he say at that time?

Clark struggled to remember.

"……I know."

"You know?" Katie raised her volume in surprise, "Please! Then why haven't you responded to Sean?"

"...Let me think about it, I don't know how to tell him yet."

Sean was his friend, that's what Clark had always known.

"I don't want to be alone."

Clark told Jonathan this way when he was a child, and later, he told Martha this wish. Now, Clark will not say it casually to others, because Clark has already begun to gradually accept this reality.

It was obviously such a simple matter, but to Clark, it seemed that something irresistible was always standing in front of him.

In the past, Clark expected new children to come every day. They would not be as childish as Pete and Jack, making troubles for themselves all day long.

But few people would oppose the small group. Being excluded and neglected caused many classmates who tried to make friends with Clark to stay away from him one by one.

I thought it was just a small fight between children, but when I grew up, Clark knew that it was because he was not the same kind of person as everyone else.

After Jonathan's death, Clark resolutely left Smallwell. He traveled through mountains and rivers and walked thousands of miles just to find himself.

For Clark, friends have become even more vague and untouchable words.

If Clark is a satellite that has been launched for many years, he floats in the vast universe, shuttles between galaxies, and is surrounded by endless darkness and voids without any sound.

Suddenly one day, there was a sound in the silent world, and someone knocked on the signal to poke him, "Hi, hello, can I be friends with you?"

Tens of thousands of colorful fireworks exploded in the dark void, smearing all corners.

He said, "OK."

Afterwards, the sounds that poured in gradually filled his entire world.

Academy X seems to have become his home, a hiding place that can fully accommodate and accommodate him. There are Katie, Peter, Logan, Qin... There are countless relatives and friends, and there are also those who led Clark in the first place. people who come into this world.

Clark knew best that the black-haired boy was always grinning and yelling at him to go slower, or else he wouldn't go.

The revolving scene jumped in front of Clark's eyes one after another, and there seemed to be a false phantom in front of him again, making Clark think that Sean was still by his side, but he knew that it was not he who abandoned the boy this time, but the boy who completely abandoned him. Get off him.

"I know……"

Clark looked at the photo in a daze. He knew that if some things were broken, they would never be the same again.

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