Superman is my primary school classmate

"Wait - Jiaer is you, and she is Diana?"

"I hate it~ Why did it take me so long to guess our names correctly! I was fined for drinking."

"Sean, you are so annoying~"

It can be said that the beginning of love is the acquaintance of the hero and heroine. The man is young, handsome and caring, and the woman is gentle, pleasant, beautiful and playful. No matter how difficult and tortuous the experience is, in the final Happy Ending, "full drama" is marked. When they read the three words 'finally', they would all praise: "This is such an enviable story."

So in this story, the person who is fortunate enough to be eyed by female creatures is the focus of this party - Sean Canave, but whether the heroine will be himself, this is a question for people to consider, the women here They began to compete secretly in private.

"Sorry for being late."

The bell at the door of the restaurant rang, someone pushed the door, a wave of heat slipped in along the footsteps of the visitors, but everyone was chatting happily, this sentence only stayed in the air for a moment, and then disappeared into the air middle.

"Mr. Stephenson."

The visitor scanned his eyes, finally settled down, and strode towards a corner.He took off the old-fashioned and dull-colored peaked cap on his head, and came to the lady who was sitting alone on the sofa booth, leaned down and gave Stephenson a kiss.

"Clark, long time no see."

Stephenson was Clark's teacher when he was young and Martha's high school classmate. He took care of Clark a lot when he was in school, so the two are very familiar with each other.

This was the first time for Clark to attend a reunion organized by his classmates. After Jonathan's death, he stopped his studies and went to work alone in a strange city. Over the past few years, he has been unable to come back due to various accidents.

Stephenson gave up the seat beside him, handed him a glass of whiskey and iced lemon, and looked at the dusty Clark with gentle eyes. In the eyes of the elderly Stephenson, no matter how hard Clark looked, he would always be the same as before. The young child, "Did you just come back? How is Martha's health? Have you checked?"

Thinking of his mother, Clark, who had the same appearance as a tough guy, couldn't help softening, and there was a sweet breath all over his body.

Martha has always been Clark's support for many years of wandering outside. After his father passed away, without his father's company, he was alone in the outside world, and the only thing he was worried about was his mother.Mothers are always the greatest, and Martha never stopped Clark because of herself.

"Hey," Sean sipped the soda and rum in his hand, and spoke to his female companion who was having a good time with him, but his eyes glanced into the distance, "Who is that person?"

At the end of the line of sight was the big man sitting silently on the sofa. In order not to make Ms. Stephenson who was talking to him feel uncomfortable, he curled up into a ball and carefully folded his legs together.

The big man was full of beards, and under the wide palms, the triangular cup looked extraordinarily delicate and lovely. The reason why Xiao En attracted him was that despite his rough appearance, the big man had clear and warm blue eyes.

"Hehehe, that guy is wearing old-fashioned clothes and a worn-out peaked cap. Sean, don't look. It's probably a passing resident here for dinner."

The female partner beside him laughed at the guy's inappropriate gray attire, and said that she took Sean's arms, her eyes were shining with victory, and she could almost foresee the defeat and jealousy of other women who were competing The eyes that almost want to breathe fire.

Sean calmly pushed down the hands of his female companion lying on his chest, held them comfortingly, "I met an old acquaintance, you can't help but let me go over and say hello, right? Baby Ada, wait here for me obediently .”

"Hey!" The female companion saw the meat flying away from her mouth, and a sneering laugh came from behind her, she turned her head and glared at him with her hips on her hips, and they all fell silent and talked about him, the female companion stomped angrily. Standing on her feet and puffing her cheeks, "She is obviously Emily!"

The female companion was secretly sulking in anger, and was poked on the back, "Where's Sean?" Angrily, he pointed his chin at the back of Sean who was walking towards the sofa seat.

Unexpectedly, the person who asked the question was stunned for a while, then slapped his head and regretted, "Why is it him?"

Sean transferred to the metropolitan school in the fifth grade, and only before he left, everyone held a brief farewell ceremony for him, and took pictures in the church in the center of the town.

When he came to participate in the class reunion, Sean specially dug out the group photos he had saved for a long time from his online photo album, vaguely relying on their similar appearance and characteristics to distinguish them.

It seems that there is really no such impressive guy as Clark, and it would be easy if he didn't know the guy. Rabbits don't eat grass by the side of the nest, so he doesn't want to make trouble for himself.

Sean licked his lips, a gleam of light flashed through his bottomless pupils, he raised his head and drank the wine in his hand, good guy, let my brother meet you.

"Hi," Sean smiled with his standard gentlemanly smile, and his white and shiny teeth made him look harmless to humans and animals.

He handed the small cake from the bar to Clark, "You must be hungry, the sweet and delicious small cake is a good choice."

"...Thank you." Clark took the cake that was sprinkled with a lot of icing in Sean's hands suspiciously, and looked at him suspiciously.

"No need," Sean pretended not to feel the restraint of the other party, and sat next to Clark generously. Ms. Stephenson got up and left silently, leaving space for the two of them.

"Orange and white chocolate flavor," Sean blinked, "my favorite."

Clark took a sip, and the fragrance of orange jumped on the tip of his tongue, followed by the rich sweetness of chocolate, which made Xiao En's fascinated blue eyes smile. He had seen the aurora at night in the Arctic Circle, gorgeous and colorful It is eye-catching, and it is not an exaggeration to compare it with it.

"Well, good workmanship," Clark said with a smile.

Sean then said politely with a smile: "Thank you for the compliment, but don't rush to thank me, have you seen the lady at the bar?"

Following Sean's line of sight, Clark saw the person he was talking about. It was Daisy Romway, who was sitting diagonally across from him when he was in elementary school. His family had a famous cake shop in the town. Very popular since childhood, the sweet and delicious souffle has always been an after-school snack for all children.

Clark smiled helplessly, and the cake in his hand was coated with exquisite cream flowers, "Thanks to Daisy's craftsmanship, the business of their cake shop has never been bad."

Xiao En understood that Smallville was not big, and he could go shopping in half an hour by car, not to mention that most of the people in the town grew up together, and they knew each other's details.

Originally, Sean didn't want to attack someone he knew well. Sean gritted his teeth secretly, but his heart was eager to move, and he didn't want to let go of this good opportunity.

God, look at this solid arm, strong and firm thigh, and the rough beard that radiates its own hormones unconsciously, when he blinks his long brown eyelashes and looks at it with those aqua blue eyes You, how do you have the heart to slip him away from your own palm?

Sean couldn't help himself whistled loudly in his heart, it was the best!

He stabilized his shaky heart and said to himself, Sean, you will definitely regret it if you miss him.

"Sean," Sean interrupted Clark first, and introduced, "Sean Canav."

Clark was stunned, a little surprised, frowning and holding the hand stretched out in front of him, "Clark Kent."

This is a hand that is completely different from his own rough hand with wide knuckles. It is slender and pale, with a round fingertip. It is conceivable that the owner of the hand must be a rich man who does not worry about ordinary things.

It can't be blamed for Sean's poor memory. Clark himself knows that since middle school, his stature has begun to grow taller, and his body has become stronger and stronger. If you don't come out, you are the thin, weak and strange boy when you were a child.

Not to mention that Sean, who hasn't been back to Smallwell for so many years, probably has long since forgotten his old classmate.

Clark looked at the hands held by the two, and laughed secretly in his heart, so what are they now?

The Canav family is a well-known family in Smallwell. They made their fortune from a small town in Kansas, and now their businesses spread all over the country. Will's Agricultural Economics.

The Kents warned Clark from childhood that he should not disclose his abilities to others. Not all people can accept the differences of others in a friendly manner.

At one time, other male students thought that Clark was a coward who didn't dare to fight or argue with others. He shrank his abilities in school, restrained his fists and feet, and minimized his contact with them.

As for Sean, no one provoked him, he was the one who approached Clark first.

The young master of the Kanav family naturally received fans in the class, and he had always been the leader of the class and the leader of the boys. This was not good news for Clark, who kept his own way and was unwilling to join the small gang team.

Clark's memory is far better than many ordinary people, it can be said to be better than most people.

He remembered Jonathan protecting him from the front when he first learned to crawl, the color of the military boots on the feet of the toy soldier Jonathan gave him for the first time, and Martha when she heard he was going to call her mother. There were tears in the corners of my eyes.

He remembered every bit of it, even many casual details, which were deeply engraved in his mind.

Therefore, he also remembered that at that time, it was an unusual winter afternoon in Smallwell. Lana invited Clark to go home together. The time is really too lonely.

"Clark, you have to learn to keep a distance from others. This is not to protect yourself, but to ensure the safety of others." At that time, Clark thought of what his father said to him, shook his head and refused.

Kicking the stones on the road, what always appeared in Clark's mind was Lana's indifferent smile, and after he left, Lana's friends comforted her, "Clark doesn't know fun, don't take it to heart."

"Lana, I'm sorry, I want to be friends with you too." Knack murmured blankly, clenched his hands and then let go. Teenagers still can't understand why his father has such demands on him , immersed in regrets about being different all day long.

"Hey freak!"

A voice disrupted Clark's thoughts. The gnashing voice came from Pete, who always troubled Clark.

Pete didn't know where he was hiding, but suddenly jumped out, blocked his way, pushed Clark's shoulder, and cursed, "No one will want to be friends with you."

The sound of laughter hovered on the country road, and a group of people gradually gathered behind him. Clark glanced at it and quickly identified the leaders, Pete, Bass, and Leon. Standing behind them were members of Classes B and D. two boys.

Pete whistled, grimaced and grinned, "Lana should be proud of herself, she'd cry if she knew her friend was a freak!"

Pete thought he told a joke and laughed on his own, but he was not followed by others. He chuckled twice and stared at Clark with a gloomy face.

Clark pursed his lips and clenched his belt tightly. He didn't have time to deal with these guys and planned to bypass the group of people. "Sorry, I have to go back beforehand."

Pete stepped forward, blocked Clark, and stared at his eyes, "I met a classmate, how can I not say hello, we are classmates who love each other?"

For the last few words, Pete gritted his teeth, and Clark had a premonition that nothing good would happen. His fingers were strong to hide his anger that was about to erupt, and a voice suddenly interrupted everything——

"I agreed to go to the movies, what are you still doing here?"

Pete loosened his fist holding Clark's collar, and looked back. The wall of people that originally blocked Clark's eyes was divided to both sides, revealing the teenager who happened behind.

Clark saw that the speaker had short black hair, was wearing a knee-length windbreaker, and was wearing a pair of yellow boots. He was not used to the cold weather in Smallville, and his pale nose was a little red from the cold. He rubbed his hands and looked at this place impatiently. , beside him is a freckled boy who is helping him with his schoolbag.

Clark knew him, and he would meet him almost every day when passing homework, and the short-haired boy was sitting at his back table.

Sean Canav.

The author has something to say: Clark: Your nose is so red...

Sean: (Ah chirping)...Afraid, afraid of the cold, freezing...(Sucking) No way?

Clark: (sneaks a peek) No, it's pretty good...