Superman is my primary school classmate

Bobby stretched his waist. He has two classes next, so it is not convenient to stay in the office and chat with Sean.

In order not to disturb other teachers who were preparing lessons in the office, Sean drank the remaining coffee in the cup in two sips, put it on the table, and walked out following Bobby's heels.

The two parted at the corner. Sean remembered that there seemed to be no other classes in the morning on the class schedule, so he decided to go back to his office to digest the current content.

The office is not big, but it is more than enough for him.

Take Bobby’s science group as an example. Four or five teachers are sitting in pairs on two or three desks, and there are piles of test papers and books on the desks. When stepping down, be careful not to step on the papers of the students.

Sean didn't have this kind of cramped trouble at all. The only thing placed in the center was his extra-large long table.

In particular, there is an independent bathroom, which can be described as thoughtful.

He began to believe that Brandy was really the school's director. He blatantly blocked the school like this, and even gave his son such a big office. The back door was so cool.

Sean sat down on the revolving leather chair, with his feet crossed on the table, he suddenly became free, and his head, which had been running at high speed, finally got some free time.

Lying on the back of the chair, he turned his head and found the drawer under the table.

Curiosity drove Sean to reach out his claws to the drawer.

The first drawer was so stuffed that it almost burst the table, and it took a lot of effort to pull out the drawer. Inside were all the school's operating financial forms from a few years ago.

Now I understand why there is this year's education appropriation advance form on the table. Although Brandy asked his son to teach, he didn't forget to squeeze his last hard work, and at the same time he was working in the financial office.

Looking at the papers and folders all over the floor with a headache, he didn't know how to put back the reports that had piled up to half a meter on the floor. Finally, Sean firmly said that he would put them aside for now.

Prepared for the worst in my heart, I opened the second drawer.

Fortunately, it was empty inside, only a thick photo album was placed.

"what is this?"

The cover of the album was wrapped in thick blue silk cloth, and it looked like it was often taken out to be read. The upper and lower corners had been worn white and holes. Sean carefully held the album, placed it on the table, and straightened his back.

Turning to the first page, familiar memories flooded in like a tide. The first photo that came into view, the boy in it was only 8 years old, standing in front of the old house, holding a pig reluctantly, and the little piglet kept going Arching the boy's shoes, the boy had a stinky face, and he had to hold up his scissors and look at the camera.

Immediately afterwards, the boy grew up, joined the basketball team, and cheered on the sidelines of the game.

In the science competition in the school, the boy participated with his fellow classmates and won the silver medal in the third grade group. He stood on the podium in a white coat and waved his hand. The reward was a year of corn juice provided by the sweet water shop in the town.

When he was in the fourth grade, the school organized a spring outing. While walking in the field, he accidentally slipped and fell. His forehead was cut open by a stone, and the bleeding continued. One of the teachers who led the team had to send the boy to the doctor early. Home.

In the photo, the boy wears a tourniquet on his forehead, covering his hand to avoid being photographed.

A little bigger, his head began to grow longer, his eyebrows and eyes gradually changed significantly, he made friends from the new school around him, and his smile was much more than when he was a child. Group photo below.

The period was interrupted for a few years, and then an adult boy appeared. He could be called a man at this age, and he was more outstanding. There were fewer group photos with others, and more travel photos with backpacks on his back. Wearing shirts and shorts with sunglasses, sometimes silly comparisons to scissors.

There are only a handful of photos with family members, and more photos with classmates, friends, and passers-by you meet while traveling.

Flipping the album back, there were many blank pages, but the traces on it indicated when photos should have been stored here.

After turning these blank pages, a new character appeared.

Sean couldn't bear to look straight in embarrassment.

He was a little ashamed to find that he had an impression of the person in the photo, and he had a particularly deep memory of that person.

It was Clark Kent, a classmate Sean started to connect with again after the class reunion.

Clark intervened in Sean's life, and the travel photos in the album gradually changed from a single trip at the beginning to a two-person trip.

The photos have changed from simple scenery to food records in various places.

With a rosy face, it seemed that he was enjoying a happy life in the company of others, but Sean was choked up in his throat and couldn't breathe. The photos in the album had no effect at all, strangely like another person's Life.

The photo album became a hot potato, and it was thrown directly into the drawer, which was closed with a bang.

And as for the bottom drawer...

After shaking it hard a few times, the drawer rattled and locked?

Sure enough, there was a carved bronze lock on the upper end of the drawer. From the small keyhole, the size of the key would not be too big, but he searched the other drawers and tables, but could not find a key that fit the size.

He habitually touched the inside pocket of his suit, and a copper-colored old-fashioned key came out of the pocket, with a rope tied at the back leading to the pocket.

I pulled it, but didn't pull it off. I was afraid that in order to prevent it from being lost, I sewed the rope tied with the key into the clothes.

I thought I would find some amazing secrets in the drawer, the dark history of the school for many years, or the handle of the principal-level leaders, no matter what, there should be a check worth hundreds of millions to keep the keys close to me.

Things he couldn't understand were piled up in pieces, there were several empty food packaging bags, and stones and leaves that could be picked up casually on the roadside were also placed in transparent glass decorative boxes Here, not to mention those ties, bow ties, shoelaces, buttons, knives and forks are also wrapped in paper towels and put in the corner...

Everything made Sean puzzled, this is simply a small garbage dump.

He directly intervened inside and fiddled with the original orderly "Collection" was disrupted, and Sean felt something hard touched his fingertips.

"Another photo album?"

Sean took it out suspiciously.

The black cover was tied with a streamer, and the streamer slipped to the ground with a scissor.

Opening it full of expectations, Xiao En felt a surge of blood rushing straight to his forehead, and he covered his nose and cursed, "I'm sick!"

Throwing the photo album on the table, she ran into the bathroom with her head up, and the sound of water swiping could be heard.

If someone enters the door at this time, they will find the pictures on the photo album spread out on the table unsightly.

The body is full of white flowers, which are peeps from various strange and hidden angles, collarbone photos looking down, pectoral muscles looking up in the mirror, and pictures of getting out of the bath through the mirror through the crack of the door, Photos of legs showing sexy leg hair under the table...

The hero of all the photos is of course Sean's classmate, Clark Kent.

Realizing that he was actually a perverted voyeur, Sean had mixed feelings and didn't know what to say.

"Knock-"

At this time someone knocked on the door.

"Wait." Sean stopped the nosebleed, and rushed to the table. The first thing he did was to hide the photo album on the table without thinking too much, and threw it directly into the trash can, "Come in."

The person outside opened the door and came in. It was Clark, the male lead in the pornographic photo just now.

The white suit was the same as the one Sean had seen in Bobby's room.

Wouldn't it be so coincidental...

Clark or his fiance?

The fiancé whom he hadn't seen for a long time came forward for a hug and a face-to-face gift very familiarly. Sean's burning face seemed to be boiling.

He stabilized his face and sighed, "Well, what can I do for you?"

"I miss you." Clara passed Sean and sat on the sofa seat beside him, and put his right hand over Sean's head on the back of the sofa, "What's wrong with you today, your face is so red, and your nose is bleeding? Is there something wrong with your body?" ?”

"No, no." Sean moved back to avoid Clark's hand trying to pull his chin, poked back the tissue that was about to fall out of his nose, and rubbed it. "The air is too dry in the morning, and my nose is a little itchy."

Clark looked slightly worried, his two thick black eyebrows were twitched, and his brows were full of worry, "No, we'd better go to the infirmary and let Nurse Gray take a look."

"Need not!"

Sean stood up and raised his voice. He also knew that he was a little surprised, and paced back and forth in front of the desk, "What's so interesting, it will be fine after a while."

He glanced at the messy ground and made an excuse, "I'm still busy, we can talk again when we have time."

Sean turned around and squatted down, pointing his back towards Clark, the meaning of seeing off the guest was already very obvious.

He slowly piled up the papers on the ground one by one and held them in his arms. He pricked up his ears for a while but found that he didn't hear the sound of walking and closing the door. Just wondering, suddenly a hand came out from each side, "Hey !"

Clark lifted Sean directly over his head, Howe effortlessly, as easily as Sean was just a pre-mature baby.

Panicked, he grasped the wrist of the person behind him with both hands and glared, but Clark looked at him mischievously. Sean yelled at him to put him down, and the ground in his sight got farther and farther away from him.

Clark obediently put Sean on his shoulders.

Although Clark is muscular and has broad shoulders, there is not much difference in height between the two. When Sean held Clark's head and sat on his shoulders, the position was still not enough. Clark straightened his upper arms and supported him. his waist.

What are you doing...

Sean weakly grabbed Clark's hair, touched the hairspray all over his hands, and complained disgustedly. Clark smiled lightly. He came to find Sean as soon as he came back, and he hadn't had time to go back to the room to take a shower.

"I brought you a present this time, let's go and have a look together." Clark gently held and rubbed Sean's fingertips, not touching anything familiar, "Where's the ring on your hand?"

Sean withdrew his hand, and he asked in a daze, "What ring."

After what he said, it seems that the indentation of the ring worn all the year round was found on the ring finger of the left hand. I have some impressions. It seems that I saw it in the morning. Isn't it - put it in the bathroom?

He could feel the strong resentment coming from the undulation of Clark's eyes, and the water-blue eyes almost overflowed. How could Sean bear it, and blurted out, "I'll look for it right away."

Jump off Clark's shoulders and run into the bathroom.

Clark wandered around Sean's office. He often came back here to help Sean organize things. He shook his head and reluctantly stuffed the forms on the floor into the file folder. Without using his hands and shoulders, he easily pressed the paper tightly and stuffed it all in. in the drawer.

The bottom open drawer made him a little concerned. Sean would never open it normally. Clark also respected Sean’s privacy and didn’t bother. Looking at the sweaty people in the bathroom, he shouldn’t be noticed if he took a sneak peek. ?

Opening the drawer, Clark's eyes suddenly softened. The tough guy was surrounded by a pink atmosphere. In the drawer were the souvenirs left by him and Sean when they traveled together after they met, especially the black one. The stone, Clark's memory is particularly strong.

During the two people's road trip, the tire was punctured by a sharp stone, and the car made long brake marks on the road, so it avoided the danger of rollover and stopped.

This stone was the culprit at that time.

Sweeping away the top scattered collection in the drawer, there was a stack of photos wrapped in a plastic distribution bag.

Clark's face suddenly darkened, and he creaked the plastic bag.

In the photo, there are two people standing at the gate of the school for a group photo. Needless to say, one of the black-haired men is Sean, and the other is a red-haired man holding Sean's shoulders. Clark said he looks very familiar.

It was another funding shareholder of the school - Lex Luthor.

The author has something to say: Clark: Guess what gift I brought you?

Tip: The gift comes from the previous chapters~

I saw some students said that school has started, all students must study hard, learning makes people progress, and knowledge makes people happy!