Marvel’s Superman

Rich second-generation Lex, and the son of a Kansas farmer Clark.

The reason why they became 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 savior and has a close relationship with the other's godfather.

After meeting several times, the two easily developed a good impression.

The subsequent process of getting along has made their friendship quickly warm up - this may sound a little strange.

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

Therefore, the arrogant and conceited rich second generation and the gentle-natured peasant's son gradually became close friends.

Having said that, I have to sigh with emotion.

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

One is the capitalist of Metropolis, the other is the people's tycoon of Gotham.

The only thing they have in common, aside from being rich, is that they don't have a common relationship with Clark-Kent.

When I think about it, Superman also has a dad who is a reporter girlfriend of a Pentagon general, which is a template for a winner in life.

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

Lex left the mansion, drove to Kent's door in his brand new sports car, and honked his horn twice.

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

"boarding."

Lex, who was wearing sunglasses, raised his chin.

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

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

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

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

If it wasn't for the Kryptonian's strong physique, relying on the sun to replenish his energy, he would have died suddenly.

"Lex, I'm not interested in those parties or meeting other girls."

Clark reluctantly got into the co-pilot. His new friend had been paying attention to his feelings recently.

Not only specially hold parties, introduce objects, but also teach all kinds of tricks.

Unfortunately, Clark is in the more innocent category.

He was completely unmoved by those girls who were hot, wearing hot pants, short skirts, and twisting their waists, only Lana in his heart.

"Clarke, you need to enrich your life so you don't get seen as a 'nerd'."

Lex said with a smile.

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

The listless Clark suddenly opened his eyes and asked, "Equestrian competition?"

"Yeah, you might not know it, Lana is the town's equestrian champion for three years in a row and represented Kansas to the Mets at an international championship."

Lex smiled confidently.

"If you can do well in this game, she will definitely be impressed."

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

"..."

Lex's cheerful voice stopped abruptly.

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

"There are still three days until the equestrian competition, you can learn now."

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

"I can be your equestrian instructor."

Seeing Lex so positive, Clark couldn't help but be moved.

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

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

Clark asked curiously.

"Golf, horseback riding, skiing, fencing... those are the lessons I'm taking."

Lex seemed to remember something, and said in a low voice: "My father is very demanding, and he hopes that I can do the best in everything."

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

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Eastern Nepal, Lukla Airport.

A Gulfstream passenger plane parked quietly on the runway, and the gray-haired old man stood at the entrance of the lowered gangway, looking into the distance, as if waiting for a wanderer who was about to return home.

He was wearing a handmade suit, a pair of oxford shoes, his hair was meticulously combed, and his accent had a distinctly British accent.

Like the old-fashioned aristocracy on TV.

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

The other party was not blocked in any way and walked to the vicinity of the passenger plane.

This is a young man who looks like a tramp, although his face is covered with mud and grime, his eyes are extraordinarily bright, giving a sense of firmness.

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

The old man suppressed the joy in his heart and said in a mocking tone.

"Is this the latest fashion? Make yourself look like a beggar?"

That's right.

This dusty vagabond is the Gotham Project who disappeared for many years, Bruce Wayne.

He began to travel the world a long time ago and experience the bottom life, and even the old housekeeper Alfred did not know where he was going.

It wasn't until a few days ago that the other party learned that Bruce Wayne was in Nepal.

"Long time no see, Alfred."

The homeless man named "Bruce Wayne" smiled and was equally happy to see someone close to him.

During his travels around the world, he has experienced a lot and learned a lot.

The League of Assassins taught him how to arm his body and build a terrifying image.

Although, the philosophies of Master Ninja and Bruce Wayne are not the same.

But the latter is good at learning, absorbing the essence, discarding the dross, and improving the inner world of the self.

"What is this? Superman?"

Bruce took a shower on the airliner and put on a new suit.

He has not experienced for a long time what it feels like to be clean.

"The new... superhero in the metropolis who is said to be able to fly and lift a truck with one hand...it's amazing."

Alfred glanced at the newspaper and replied.

"Master Wayne, a lot has happened in the years you've been gone."

Bruce frowned slightly, and his attention was drawn to the red cape on the newspaper.

Flying Superman?

"for example?"

Bruce, who retracted his gaze, asked casually.

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

Alfred shrugged and said with a bit of humor: "You have been missing for seven years, and the citizens of Gotham think that the only heir of the Wayne family has died for various strange reasons."

"So, my return to Gotham is equivalent to performing a miracle of resurrection?"

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

Before leaving, the Gotham proud son handed over all the huge inheritance 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?"

Thoughts drifted apart for a while, Bruce pulled back his thoughts and asked the question he cared about most.

"Gotham has never changed, Master Wayne."

Alfred replied.

"Then it's time for some changes."

Bruce looked at the flowing clouds through the porthole and said so.