In front of Superman, you have no choice but to give yourself to a little girl.

In fact, Gwen and Susan had already forgiven Wayne. After all, Susan had experience, and although Gwen was upset, she couldn't help but think that she had also cheated on him in the first place, and had even forced herself on him in front of Susan...

In short, Susan told her that she should at least make the guy behave himself, so the two of them decided not to give Wayne a good look for the next few days.

Yes! You need to act angry!

Arriving at the other side of the gymnasium, Gwen took out a small mirror and tried her best to make an angry face—this was the angry face she imagined, but why couldn't she make it at the crucial moment?

Perhaps she should consult Susan.

Wayne, who witnessed this scene with his super vision, couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. Of course, he knew what Gwen was doing, just like Susan did last night.

But what Gwen didn't know was that Susan actually only lasted less than half an hour? Even less than her.

At least Gwen hadn't forgotten her and Susan's plan after a whole night... She still didn't know her teammates had already conceded.

Of course, this might also be partly due to the fact that Wayne was "tricked eight times in one night." If Susan hadn't been exhausted, she probably would have tried the ninth method, since Wayne doesn't get many chances to cooperate like that.

Wayne, who was waiting with great interest to see how Gwen would "get angry," seemed to hear something at that moment.

He greeted the Black gym teacher, "I'm going out for a workout. You know, Kryptonians get better results working out in the sun."

The Black gym teacher didn't pay much attention. Of course, he knew Wayne wasn't a fictional species like "Kryptonians," but he had no reason to stop Wayne from going out. "Of course, no problem, just don't pull the sun down."

However, Wayne, who had already disappeared from the spot, naturally did not respond.

Seeing that Wayne's spot was now empty, Gwen resentfully covered the small mirror and stuffed it back into her pocket with a cold expression—she wasn't pretending to be angry now, but unfortunately Wayne didn't see it.

That bastard! He actually abandoned her and ran away!

Gwen decided to punish this bastard, but how should she punish him...? She suddenly remembered the daring things she had overheard other girls at school talking about recently.

Feeling her face burning, Gwen glanced around guiltily.

But wouldn't what she did be considered a betrayal of Susan? Susan would be very angry if she found out, wouldn't she?

But... she was only punishing Wayne! She had no intention of surrendering, and even while punishing him, she still wouldn't give that bastard a kind look!

That's right! That's exactly it!

In less than half a minute, Gwen successfully convinced herself.

……

Outside the stadium, gym bags were casually placed. A figure dressed in a black and red bodysuit, looking like a pervert, stuck his entire upper body into an open gym bag in a sleazy manner.

"Sniff sniff~ Aha~ No! How could there be no one!"

"Logically speaking, boys this age would all be hiding something... like sexy photos of hot girls, preferably with some weird slime or something on them."

A head covered by a black and red hood was pulled out of the bag. "Could it be that he secretly put that kind of treasure under his pillow at home, just waiting for night... Wow~ You don't want to hear any more."

The bodysuit pervert is a mercenary named Wade Wilson, known in the underworld as "Deadpool".

Deadpool, sitting on the floor, bent over in a pensive pose, muttered, "Fuck! Am I supposed to sneak into Baxter Mansion to steal something?"

"Steal what?"

"Of course it's stealing..."

Deadpool paused for a moment, then turned around and met Wayne's gaze, who had arrived unnoticed.

The atmosphere around them suddenly became somewhat awkward.

"Ooh ooh ooh ooh!"

Deadpool cupped his chin in his hands, feigning surprise, and exclaimed, "Clark! Take a picture with me!"

Wayne slapped the lunging Deadpool to the ground, but held back, not turning him into a bloody mist.

"Uh... okay? I can understand a little boy's shyness, even Superman is the same."

Deadpool straightened his bones and started talking to himself. Of course, he wasn't a natural conversationalist; he was just plain crazy.

"I thought all Supermen looked like Henry Cavill, and of course, having Henry Cavill play a student is a bit of a stretch... but have you ever thought about which version of Superman you are?"

"..."

"You may not know this, but I used to have a face that looked like Ryan Reynolds."

Deadpool tilted his head back at a 45-degree angle with utter melancholy, "It's a pity I'm disfigured, but I'm still the sexiest man in Canada."

"Has anyone ever asked you what that M means? Does it correspond to S? All I know is that the letter on Superman's chest represents his... mmm mmm."

Wayne grabbed Deadpool by the neck with one hand and lifted him up. The next moment, Deadpool found himself inexplicably on the ocean.

Too lazy to waste any words, Wayne simply let go and let Deadpool freefall in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.

Plop—Deadpool falls into the sea and then floats to the surface.

"Clark!"

Deadpool tried calling out, but Wayne had vanished. "Shit! Do you want me to swim back?"

Heaven knows how far this place is from the nearest land. Although he won't die, trying to swim back to land... well, it's not exactly wishful thinking, but it's certainly not that easy.

There is a very high probability that he will be eaten by sharks or something along the way, then excreted, then eaten again, then excreted again... until he drifts to the shore.

"Clark! Clark!"

"Have you forgotten Jonathan's teachings?!"

"When Superman reboots, I'll get plastic surgery and play the next Martha Clarke... Mommy fell into the water!"

Deadpool, who had been calling for ages without seeing anyone, cursed under his breath, "Fuck! That bitch director tricked me into thinking I'd get a solo movie if I took Dick, and then dumped me here for a cameo!"

Cursing and swearing, Deadpool randomly chose a direction and then obediently started swimming back.

However, after swimming for more than half an hour and finding nothing but water, Deadpool gave up completely and simply floated on the surface of the sea, waiting to be washed ashore, while staring at the sky with his dead fish eyes.

"Blue sky, ocean... consider it a free vacation."

Boom—!

"Don't eat pickled radishes!"

Looking at the suddenly overcast sky, Deadpool cursed under his breath, "I should have asked for more! They didn't even mention swimming back to New York from the sea... nor did they say they'd bring in my laundry if it rained! Damn it! My favorite underwear is still hanging out to dry!"

He wasn't rummaging through Wayne's gym bag because he's a pervert... okay, he is a pervert, but this time it was mainly because he's employed.

His employer, while not exactly a household name, was certainly a notorious villain – the infamous Hydra!

They wanted Wayne's DNA sample and offered a price that even Deadpool couldn't resist.