Superman

Rich second-generation Lex, and Kansas farmer's son Clark.

The reason why they can become friends can be traced back to the car accident.

As we all know, in interpersonal communication, the first impression is often very important.

Clark is Lex's lifesaver and has a close relationship with the other's godfather.

After the two met several times, it was easy to develop a good impression.

After getting along, their friendship quickly warmed up-this might sound strange.

Both Lex and Clark are autistic boys with no friends, and there is no shortage of common topics.

Therefore, the arrogant and conceited second generation of the rich, and the sons of the peasants with good temperament, gradually became close friends.

Having said that, I have to sigh with emotion.

Superman always seems to attract the attention of rich people, from Lex Luther to Bruce Wayne.

One is the capitalist of the metropolis, and the other is the rich people of Gotham.

The only thing they have in common, apart from being rich, is that they have an unusual relationship with Clark Kent.

Then again, Superman also has a dad who is the girlfriend of a reporter from the Pentagon General, who is simply a winner in life.

But it is also understandable that after all, the sacrifice of the compatriots of an entire planet is exchanged for this luck.

Lex left the house, drove a brand new sports car to the door of Kent's house, and blew his horn twice.

It didn't take long for Clark with two dark circles to appear in front of him.

"boarding."

Lex, wearing sunglasses, raised his chin.

"On a rare weekend, did you just sleep at home? Can you be a little bit more energetic!"

Clark gave a wry smile. He was busy with schoolwork, football team training and digging walls during the day.

Wearing a Superman uniform at night, he ran from Kansas to Metropolis to fight criminals and punish evil and promote good.

Twenty-four hours a day, the schedule is full, and the sleep time is seriously insufficient.

If it weren't for the strong body of Krypton, he would have died suddenly if he was exposed to the sun to supplement energy.

"Lex, I'm not interested in those parties, and don't want to meet other girls."

Clark reluctantly sat in the co-pilot. His new friend has recently been concerned about his feelings.

Not only specializes in hosting parties and introducing people, but also teaches various tricks for making girls.

Unfortunately, Clark belongs to the more innocent category.

He was completely unmoved by those hot girls, wearing hot pants, short skirts, and twisting the waist, only Lana was in his heart.

"Clark, you have to enrich your life so that you won't be regarded as a'nerd'."

Lex said with a smile.

"I took advantage of the town's equestrian competition to help you get Lana out."

The listless Clark suddenly seemed to be knocked out of stimulants. He opened his eyes and asked, "Equestrian competition?"

"Yes, you may not know that Lana is the equestrian champion in this town for three consecutive years, and she also represented Kansas in an international tournament in the Met."

Lex smiled confidently.

"If you can perform well in this game, she will definitely be admired."

But Clark didn't show any surprises, he just scratched his head and said, "But, I can't ride a horse."

"..."

Lex's elated voice stopped abruptly.

People with farms and ranches at home, why can’t they ride horses?

"There are three days before the equestrian competition. You can learn now."

In order to help Clark get off the order, Lex also fought.

"I can be your equestrian instructor."

Seeing that Lex was so positive, Clark couldn't help being moved.

He wondered if he should ask his eldest cousin for a few days off to learn horsemanship temporarily.

"I didn't expect you to ride a horse? Does that kind of aristocratic private school also teach this?"

Clark asked curiously.

"Golf, equestrian, skiing, fencing... these are all courses I want to take."

Lex seemed to think of something, and said in a low voice: "My father is very demanding. I hope I can do my best in everything."

"So, sitting next to you is a master equestrian, a professional skier, and... a master fencer."

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Lukla Airport, eastern Nepal.

A Gulfstream airliner parked quietly on the runway, and an old man with gray hair stood at the entrance of the lower gangway, looking out into the distance, as if waiting for a wanderer who was about to return home.

He was wearing a hand-made suit, a pair of Oxford leather shoes under his feet, his hair was meticulously combed, and his accent had a distinctly British accent.

After a long time, a figure finally appeared on the empty runway.

The other party was not blocked and walked near the passenger plane.

This is a young man who looks like a tramp. Despite the mud and dust on his face, his eyes are extraordinarily bright, giving a sense of determination.

"Master Wayne, you have been away for a long time."

The old man held back his inner joy and said in a mocking tone.

"Is this the latest fashionable dress? Make yourself like a beggar?"

That's right.

This homeless man is Bruce Wayne who has disappeared for many years.

He had been traveling the world long ago, experiencing the bottom life, even the old butler Alfred didn't know where he was.

It wasn't until the other day that the other party learned that Bruce Wayne had appeared in Nepal.

"Long time no see, Alfred."

The homeless man named "Bruce Wayne" smiled, and it made him happy to see someone close to him.

During the time he traveled the world, he experienced a lot and learned a lot.

The Assassin League taught him how to arm his body and build a frightening image.

Although, Master Ninja and Bruce Wayne's ideas are not consistent.

But the latter absorbs the essence, discards the dross, and perfects the inner world of oneself.

"What is this? Superman?"

Bruce took a shower on the airliner and put on brand new clothes.

He hasn't experienced it for a long time, what it's like to be clean.

"The new cosmopolitan...superhero is said to fly and lift a truck with one hand... it's amazing."

Alfred glanced at the newspaper and replied.

"Master Wayne, many things have happened during the years since you left."

Bruce frowned slightly, and his attention was drawn to the red cloak in the newspaper.

Superman who can fly?

"for example?"

Bruce retracted his gaze and asked casually.

"For example, in the legal sense, you are now a dead person."

Alfred shrugged and said coldly and humorously: "You have been missing for seven years. Everyone in Gotham thought that the only heir of the Wayne family was dead for various strange reasons."

"So, when I go back to Gotham, it's like performing a miracle of resurrection?"

Bruce twitched his mouth, he didn't care about the details.

Before leaving, this Gotham son passed all the huge legacy left by his parents to the old housekeeper.

Although, Wayne Enterprises fell into the hands of those board members.

But as long as he wants to take it out, there is no difficulty.

"Is Gotham still that bad look?"

After his thoughts dissipated for a while, Bruce retracted his distracting thoughts and asked the question he cared most.

"Gotham has never changed, Master Wayne."

Alfred replied.

"Then it's time for some changes."

Bruce said through the porthole, looking at the floating clouds.