Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"This place looks nice, Clark."

Lois Lane took Clark's hand and walked into this restaurant located on the top floor of a building in the metropolis. The decoration here is very luxurious, but not too overbearing. It can not only make people feel the class of this place, but also

It won't look too luxurious.

The waiter pointed the way for them, and the two of them walked to their seats. It was located next to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the scenery was very good. They could just see the scenery of the entire metropolis and take in all the scenery.

"How did you find this place?" Louise asked softly in his ear.

"Recommended by a friend. If he comes to the metropolis on business, he will usually eat here."

The two sat down, and Louise looked around again, smiled and asked, "You must have spent a lot of money on this place."

"Ah, actually it's not bad..." Clark adjusted his sitting posture and replied.

It's really not bad, after all, he didn't pay at all. A certain diamond king in Gotham let him come to this restaurant to eat with a wave of his hand. He also told him that this was his property and he could eat whatever he wanted.

His actual words were: "You can eat here for a month, no problem."

Louise suddenly said: "You should have told me earlier."

"What?"

The reporter lady rolled her eyes: "Oh, Clark Kent, don't act stupid, you know what I'm talking about."

"I really don't know, what are you referring to?"

"Very well, Mr. Kent, don't even think about getting into my bed tonight."

"Ah, about that..." Clark said awkwardly: "Actually, I don't plan to go to your place tonight."

Opposite him, Louise had narrowed her eyes: "Huh?"

Clark looked around, he leaned close to Lois and whispered: "The Justice League has a meeting tonight. I have to go to the meeting, Lois."

"Really?" Louise laughed twice.

Clark suddenly felt his calf being touched by something soft. He looked down and found a foot wearing black stockings gently touching his calf under the table.

He immediately raised his head and said with a straight face: "It's true, Louise. There is indeed a meeting tonight."

Louise held her cheeks with both hands and looked at the man in fascination. Her red lips parted slightly: "Of course I believe you won't lie to me, Clark... I'm just surprised. It turns out that Superman is also not good at things.

.”

Opposite her, Clark Kent blushed and said nothing. Seeing this, Lois became playful. She leaned close to his face and whispered in his ear: "I bought a very thin pajamas.

It’s the black you like.”

Clark had never felt so embarrassed. He took a deep breath and was about to say something to ease the situation. But the waiter who came over with the food saved him from the verbal disaster. After all, he really didn't know how to do it.

say.

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That night.

Inside the Justice League Hall.

Superman was wearing his uniform and sitting in the main seat with a serious look on his face. On the surface he was thinking, but in fact he only had Lois' words in his mind, which kept swirling around.

Green Lantern, Hal Jordan is currently not on Earth, and he is not present at this meeting. As usual, The Flash will be the last to arrive. It is funny to say that he is the fastest man in the world, but he is always late. And

Both Martian Manhunter and Aquaman are having trouble.

As for Bats? He's already been absent from three meetings—absence is not quite correct, he's just attending the meeting using a holographic projection each time.

Therefore, there were only three people attending the meeting this time: Superman, Wonder Woman and Cyborg.

The door to the conference room opened automatically, and the characteristic heavy footsteps of Cyborg were heard.

"Oh, Clark, you came very early."

"Well... good evening, Victor." Superman replied casually.

"Where's Diana?"

"I don't know, maybe I'm busy collecting antiques there again... What time is it now?"

Cyborg, who was always connected to the Internet, said: "Eleven twenty-three and fifty-seven seconds... Okay, it's eleven twenty-four now."

"Do you have to be accurate to the second every time?"

Cyborg looked at him seriously: "Hey, man. I'm a cyborg, do you know what I mean? The machine is precise, so I speak so accurately, including counting. If you don't like it, I can

I’m going to sue you for discriminating against robots. And I’m still a black man, so you’re doubly discriminating!”

"Damn it, Victor, that joke isn't funny at all."

"Isn't it funny?" Victor Stone scratched the back of his head in confusion, making a harsh noise when his metal fingers collided with his skull: "But when I told other people, they all thought it was funny.

"

Superman's eyes rolled up involuntarily. Of course they found it funny. Only black people can make racist jokes with black people.

But, having said that, it was indeed a good joke.

Before Diana arrived, Superman decided to ask a question: "Hey, Victor."

"What's wrong?"

"You...uh, I mean, did you...have a girlfriend before you became like this?"

"Oh!" Cyborg yelled injured, and he yelled: "Even if you don't think it's funny, you wouldn't expose it like this!"

"Ah? Haven't you ever had a girlfriend? You are the quarterback of the football team!"

The remaining half of Cyborg's face turned red, although it was hard to tell because of his skin color: "I... who stipulates that quarterbacks must have many girlfriends! I'm very conservative! I still want to talk.

A love affair with the purpose of getting married..."

He spread his hands in frustration.

Superman also sighed: "Okay, it seems I really have to ask Bruce about this. I guess neither you nor Diana can help me."

Cyborg raised his only eyebrow in disapproval: "Hey, be careful. You're talking to someone who can interact with all the knowledge bases in the world. Is there any question I can't answer?

?”

"Well..."

"Speak quickly!" Cyborg patted his chest confidently, and the sound of clanking metal spread throughout the conference room.

"are you sure?"

"certainly!"

"Then what I said?"

"What's the matter with you, Clark? Tell me! Let me hear what's bothering you!"

"Okay..." Superman leaned close to Cyborg's ear and said slowly. Then Cyborg fell into deep thought.

His expression froze, and his whole body stood frozen, like a silver fossil.

"Victor? Victor! Are you okay?" Superman patted him.

"Huh? What? Oh, I'm fine. Good night, Clark!" He seemed to have woken up from a short circuit and enthusiastically repeated what he said when he first walked in.