Superman

Lex, the second generation of rich people, and Clark, the son of a Kansas farmer.

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 Lex's godfather.

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

Later in the process of getting along, their friendship quickly heated up - which may sound a little strange.

Lex and Clark are both autistic boys with few friends, so they have no shortage of common topics.

Therefore, the proud and arrogant rich second generation and the kind-hearted farmer's son gradually became close friends.

Having said this, I have to sigh with emotion.

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

One is a capitalist in Metropolis, and the other is a wealthy people in Gotham.

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

Thinking about it again, Superman also has a journalist girlfriend whose father is a Pentagon general. It is a perfect example of a winner in life.

But it's understandable, after all, he sacrificed an entire planet of compatriots in exchange for this luck.

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

Not long after, Clark appeared in front of him with two dark circles under his eyes.

"boarding."

Lex, wearing sunglasses, raised his chin.

"It's a rare weekend, you just sleep at home? Can you be a little energetic?"

Clark smiled bitterly. He was busy with schoolwork, football team training and poaching during the day.

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

Twenty-four hours a day, the schedule is full, and there is seriously not enough sleep time.

If the Kryptonian hadn't been physically strong and replenished his energy by basking in the sun, he would have died suddenly long ago.

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

Clark reluctantly got into the passenger seat. His new friend had been quite concerned about his relationship recently.

Not only does it specialize in holding parties and introducing partners, but it also teaches a variety of tips for flirting with girls.

Unfortunately, Clark belongs to the more innocent category.

He was completely unmoved by those girls with hot bodies, wearing hot pants, short skirts and twisting their waists. He only had Lana 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 make an appointment with Lana."

Clark, who was listless, suddenly seemed to be on stimulants. He opened his eyes wide and asked: "Equestrian competition?"

"Yes, you may not know that Lana is the equestrian champion of this town for three consecutive years, and she also represented Kansas in the metropolitan area to participate in an international championship."

Lex smiled confidently.

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

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

"..."

Lex's cheerful voice suddenly stopped.

Why don’t people who have farms and ranches at home know how to ride horses?

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

In order to help Clark get out of singlehood, Lex also worked hard.

"I can be your equestrian instructor."

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

He was wondering if he should ask his eldest cousin to take a few days off and learn equestrian skills temporarily.

"I didn't expect you to know how to ride a horse? Do aristocratic private schools also teach this?"

Clark asked curiously.

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

Lex seemed to remember something and said in a low voice: "My father is very strict and wants me to do my best in everything."

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

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Eastern Nepal, Lukla Airport.

A Gulfstream passenger plane parked quietly on the runway. An old man with gray hair stood at the entrance where the ramp was lowered, looking into the distance, as if waiting for a tourist who was preparing to return home.

He wore a handmade suit and a pair of Oxford leather shoes, his hair was meticulously combed, and his accent had a distinct British accent.

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

The other party walked near the passenger plane without any obstruction.

This is a young man who looks like a tramp. Although his face is covered with mud and dirt, his eyes are exceptionally bright, giving people a firm feeling.

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

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

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

That's right.

This homeless man is the proud man of Gotham, Bruce Wayne, who has disappeared for many years.

He began to travel around the world a long time ago and experience low-level life. Even the old butler Alfred did not know his whereabouts.

It wasn't until a few days ago 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 felt happy to see someone close to him.

During his time traveling around the world, he 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 concepts of Ninja Master and Bruce Wayne are not consistent.

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

"What is this? Superman?"

Bruce took a shower on the passenger plane and put on a pair of brand new clothes.

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

"The new...superhero in Metropolis is said to be able to fly and can 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 since you left."

Bruce frowned slightly, his attention drawn to the red cloak on the newspaper.

A flying superman?

"for example?"

Bruce looked away and asked casually.

"For example, legally speaking, you are a dead person now."

Alfred shrugged and said with a bit of cold humor: "You have been missing for seven years. Everyone in Gotham thought that the only heir to the Wayne family died for various strange reasons."

"So, when I return to Gotham, it's like performing a miracle of resurrection from the dead?"

Bruce twitched his lips, he didn't care about these details.

Before leaving, this proud man of Gotham handed over all the huge inheritance left by his parents to the old butler.

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 the same bad place?"

After his thoughts wandered for a while, Bruce put back his distracting thoughts and raised the question he was most concerned about.

"Gotham never changes, Master Wayne."

Alfred replied.

"Then it's time for some changes."

Bruce said this as he looked at the moving clouds through the porthole.