Superman is my primary school classmate

The coffee machine in the room is boiling, and the transparent glass bottle can clearly see the dark brown liquid boiling inside. After being heated at high temperature, it emits the unique bitter aroma of coffee.

Lex held the hand of the pot, poured the spout, the liquid slowly poured into the two porcelain teacups on the table, picked up one of the cups, and the spoon stirred gently in the coffee, breaking the surface of the water. His reflection.

The bitter liquid invaded Lex's throat, and a long sigh was slowly released from Lex's mouth.

The loud symphony in my ears played a surging movement of life, and the dense impact of trombone sounds, like the horn before the expedition, excitedly urged the heart to beat.

Lex's subordinates spread out a contract document, he took a sip of coffee, his smooth forehead wrinkled, apparently feeling a headache from the rules and regulations on the contract, his fingertips slid on the paper, making a friction sound, and his index finger traced along the words He moved and stopped abruptly.

Gently knocking on the subsidiary conditions of the contract, it was like a hammer hitting his heart, Lex hid the gentleness on his face, the aura belonging to the superior emerged spontaneously, spreading all over his body, he put down the cup, looking straight ahead, "Why don't you tell me when you're here."

"Tell you? Your poor secretary will only say that there is no time. Please make an appointment one month in advance for the meeting. If it is really on the schedule, won't you be able to see you, a busy person, next year?"

Across the desk, there was a person sitting across from Lex, wearing a cloak and a black hood. His tone of voice and speed of speech sounded like a young man, but he was dying hoarsely, which was very deaf to his ears.

Lex leaned back, "It's a bit too reserved, we've known each other for so many years, don't you believe me?"

The airflow was pressing from the throat of the man in the hood and he made a sound of cracking air. He lowered his head and let out a laugh from the hood, "Of course I believe that your father and I are close friends, and the only one who trusts you is you .”

The hooded man suddenly leaned forward, and stretched his right hand towards Lex. Lex subconsciously said that his hand was on the contract, and moved back to avoid it.

"What are you afraid of?" The man in the hood laughed even harder, drawing an arc with his right hand, and picked up the small teacup on the side.

Lex closed the contract expressionlessly, threw it into the drawer, locked it with his fingerprints, and completed it in one go.

"It's a bit too natural, didn't you just have a relationship with me just now." The hooded man took a sip of coffee, the bitter taste made him speechless, and changed his sitting position again.

His face was dark, but he could feel and say: "Personally, I prefer black tea."

As he spoke, the man in the hood lightly tapped the rim of the cup with his fingertips, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, the black liquid quickly set off waves of smiles, and the dark brown quickly exited the scene, replaced immediately by a clear, transparent reddish brown liquid.

With the crisp sound of the clear cup hitting the tray, Lex rubbed the center of his brows, and handed him the milk jug that had been prepared on the table beforehand. The man in the hood saw Lex's expression in his eyes, and smiled:

"Thank you."

Lex said politely, "No."

The man in the hood has been dealing with Lex for a long time, and he knows Lex's temper, which is far from being so kind and talkative on the surface. Several times, every time it ended like this.

The man in the hood laughed at Lex's behavior, rubbing his thumb against the rim of the cup, and the tiger's mouth was against the wall of the cup, with the warmth of warming his hands, he turned his head to one side, exhaled and felt that his tolerance had begun to decrease with age. Getting higher and higher is really beyond his expectation.

"What's the matter this time?" Lex bluntly bypassed the hooded man's greeting.

"Couldn't I just want to catch up on the old days?" The hooded man's laughter came through the hat, making him even more terrifying and trembling.

Lex didn't believe what he said, the man in the hood never came here for no reason, Lex snorted.

"I knew you understood." The man in the hood stopped circling around, he stood up, his tall and thin figure was about the same height as Lex.

At this time, the hooded man was standing with his hands on the table, and Lex was sitting in the armchair with a cold face, but now, even moving a finger has become extremely difficult for him.

"Is it too hot? Your air conditioner seems to be broken." The man in the hood leaned forward, "Look, sweat is starting to flow from his forehead."

He turned his neck, checked the things on the table, and locked on the computer in front of Lex. Lex's eyes began to move slowly with his fingers.

The display screen of the computer was turned by the hooded man, and he could intuitively see the page on the computer.

The monitoring page was zoomed on the page, and the numbers constantly jumping on it perfectly showed that this was the current real-time picture.

Although he couldn't see it, Lex could feel the meaningful eyes of the man in the hood falling on him, but immediately, all his attention was completely attracted by the picture on the computer.

His body began to tremble involuntarily, and Lex knew it wasn't because he felt fear, but because he found a toy that made him feel warm and happy. His scorching sight was like a giant wolf that had been hungry through the entire winter, addicted to it. Saliva dripped from the corner of Xue Xue's mouth, and he was staring at the prey that was close at hand.

"What a coincidence."

The man in the hood drew out his voice, let out a sigh, and touched the screen with his fingers, "Long time no see, little guy."

Lex, who was sitting on the armchair, clenched his fists. On the computer screen in front of him, in the always-on live broadcast monitoring window, he was always monitoring a group of people. They were sitting in the room chatting after finishing their lunch. Zhang Yihe, the passionate symphony made it difficult for them to hear their voices clearly.

Xiao En, who didn't know that he was still under surveillance at this time, drooped his shoulders and asked Clark with a look of lovelessness: "Okay, since you said so, what should our next plan be?"

Clark choked for a moment, he hesitated, and he didn't know how to speak. After all, Clark was only in his early 20s. He may have more travel experience than Sean for a few years, but his current life Experience does not give him any good decisions to deal with the current situation.

The final expectations all fell on Scott.

Scott is a teenager older than Clark and Sean, and he has been working for Professor X, so he shouldn't be too unfamiliar with this kind of thing.

The professor asked Scott to follow Sean, in addition to taking care of him along the way, and in order to be able to find out Lex's purpose, he modified the experimental human body in violation of regulations, not only greatly violating the human protection law, but also in today's mutants and The status quo of human beings walking on thin ice is also precarious, threatening the status of mutants, and even a little carelessness breaks the temporary peace that the professor has been longing for and maintaining for so many years.

It is also very clear now that Lex was able to sign an agreement with the military government, and the flow of hundreds of millions of funds must have split into two factions and headed in different directions.

Scott: "..."

Sean fixed his eyes on Scott and waited for him to speak. The sudden silence made Sean feel strange, and the person concerned was also a little embarrassed.

Scott squeezed his teeth out, pulled his face and said, "Usually it's Jean who makes the decision."

After speaking, even I felt that this sounded a bit embarrassing, so I turned away.

When Scott said this, he didn't think that he couldn't do solo missions without Qin, it was just that he had a specialization in art, and he was just not as good at decision-making as Qin.

When I was working with Qin as a partner, Qin was in charge of the pre-war resource investigation, Qin was responsible for the tactical planning, and the post-war summary was also handled by Qin. If you want to ask Scott what he does, Scott is of course obliged to pat Chest said that he has a very important identity, "being the protector of the piano".

This is also said when Qin is not around, after all, every time Qin hears Scott say that, Qin always responds with a blank stare.

All in all, Scott can still add a sentence or two to the simple action plan. If it goes deep into the time when it involves a lot, a wrong step may produce a great chemical reaction.

Scott can't guarantee that he can make the most suitable decision, and he hopes to ask the professor or Qin for help.

However, according to the routine of previous years, this time the operation was made to scare the snake from the very beginning. The professor will probably let them go back to the academy directly. Go again.

However, this decision must not be what the two people in front of him want to hear. The person in front of Scott is the central figure in the incident, and he is even more eager to resolve the case and find out the truth.

Scott could understand Sean's eagerness, but Clark didn't understand why he was so meddling at this moment.

Scott looked at Clark and Sean strangely, glanced back and forth between their faces, thought for a while, suddenly figured it out, his face softened, and immediately looked at his comrade with sympathy.

Unaware that he was dragged into Scott's trench and became a VIP, Clark felt uncomfortable being scrutinized by Scott from head to toe.

Scott's attitude changed very quickly, giving Clark the illusion of being seen through by Scott, although he later found out that it was just his own illusion.

Clark was afraid that Scott had already guessed his purpose. He didn't want his identity to be known by others, so he quickly thought about the solution.

Scott finally figured it out, and looked at Clark earnestly with the eyes of someone who had been there before, without noticing that he raised his voice, and asked, "Are you and Sean—"

Clark thought that Scott questioned his relationship with Sean's friend, and thought that he might have something to do with getting close to Sean, and questioned his sudden behavior.

In order to show that he wanted to help Sean and came here because he was worried as a friend, Clark blurted out and said firmly: "Yes!"

"—lover?"

There seems to be something wrong with this... answer

The atmosphere at the scene made Scott feel a little embarrassed. He didn't understand why Clark kept silent after admitting the relationship. Could it be that they didn't plan to make it public?

Clark bowed his head silently, thinking about how he should explain it. He just wanted to say that he and Sean were friends who could open their hearts and minds.

The person who spoke has been listening with his ears sideways, and has been nailed in place by the shocking news.

The author has something to say: Well, a new dungeon is about to start...

Clark: Yes, of course we are friends.

Scott: Oh oh oh!I get it, good friend—