【 General Anh My 】 Great Pursuit At The Next Door

The late-night metropolis is not as bustling as New York, but the nightlife is still very rich.

The Lex Building is very humane and generally discourages overtime, so now the entire building is pitch black, except for the president's office on the upper floors, which is still lit up.

Anthony looked at the "LEX" logo under his ass and thought it was somewhat... Well, it's pretty targeted.

Superman looked straight as if he had no intention of venting his anger, and in fact, he did act innocently, if he wasn't standing on top of Lex's emblem.

Anthony wore a thick jacket and looked at the lively night market in the distance with his arms crossed: "It's really hard for you to wear three hats."

Superman coughed, and Anthony said, "What are you pretending to be, the body of steel will catch a cold?" Anthony

felt a little too aggressive after speaking, and made up for it: "I don't want to entangle your identity with you, I just want to know, what else are you hiding from me."

He sat on the unturned light sign, looking down at the empty street, waiting for Superman's answer, but suddenly felt a cold wind, and when he turned his head, there was nothing around him.

Anthony: "No

, what is it that you took me out in the middle of the night and put me on the roof of the building, and then ran away?"

The man looked at his feet, Superman was not there, and immediately felt half less confident, and carefully moved in, his knees pressed against the light sign.

A person is prone to crankiness, and so is Anthony. He can't help but fantasize about the worst outcome: Superman discovers his secret... It's impossible, and the reaction to finding out about his dirty deeds shouldn't be to run away... Well, according to normal thinking, Superman is going to the rescue.

How long will it take? How long will he have to sit here? Will he be found out by Lex's employees in the meantime, and be treated as a thief or something?

He can find a way to go down, but it is obvious that he is not an ordinary person.

I was really brainstorming, and it was only in the middle of the night that I went out with Superman alone. Anthony sighed deeply.

He was just about to take out his mobile phone to take a look, when he felt a gust of wind, looked up again, and saw the red cloak that was quite conspicuous in the dark night.

Clark saw Anthony's unhappy expression, and felt it descend and descend again until he was at eye level with Anthony, and then smiled apologetically: "Sorry, there was a snowstorm on the Great Lakes just now, I went to help a little... Let's move on.

Anthony wrinkled his nose and looked the god of the world up and down: "If I hadn't watched you change your costume with my own eyes, I would have suspected that you and Clark Kent are twins separated by fate in a bloody fairy tale." "

Huh?"

"It's nothing, it's just a pity that you don't go to Hollywood."

Superman smiled helplessly: "I'm sorry

, Anthony..."Anthony: "Don't talk to me, I want a small town boy, not Superman." The

man flying in mid-air was stunned for a moment, looked down at the "S" on his chest, and finally sat down on the light sign, shoulder to shoulder with Anthony, and his breath softened.

It's not that Superman's breath isn't soft, but the savior always feels like "God loves the world", with a sense of looking down. And now although the people around Anthony are still wearing "fancy clothes", that innocent and simple feeling has returned.

Anthony exhaled, people like him had always liked to talk to stupid people.

Clark rubbed his nose and said a little shyly: "It's not me acting, okay, maybe this is acting, I don't know very well." It all started when I was a kid.

Anthony: "Come on, come on."

"My parents found me in a spaceship that crashed into their wheat field...

"Wait, you trust me so much, you want to tell all your family conditions?"

The big boy smiled embarrassedly: "You are worthy of trust."

Anthony's face suddenly became a little hot, it was not the first time to deceive people and ghosts.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and Anthony leans on the tall Superman and listens to Clark tell the story of the past.

Half an hour later, Anthony knew everything about Clark. From Clark always accidentally crushing the cup at home, to Clarke's discovery of the Kryptonian spaceship and knowing his origins.

Clark left twice on the way, and Anthony wrapped his coat and dangled his legs, looking at the light of Luther's office reflected on the glass of the daily planet opposite, and he didn't feel bored. Anyway, I couldn't wait a few minutes, and I couldn't even get distracted for long, and the storyteller returned.

As soon as Clark's legs were closed, the little girl sat on the light sign with her legs crossed: "Actually... I'm causing you trouble, too... It's just a broken jar. "

Uh-huh?"

"I think you're right, I, the Superman, need the Overseer. At the moment it seems that neither the government nor public opinion is suitable, and I would like to entrust this trouble to you.

"Huh?" Anthony thought that it was already great for a person like him to find such a respectable job as a teacher, but he didn't expect that he would have the opportunity to be a "superhero"?

Clark held the light sign in his hand, turned around and knelt down on one knee in front of Anthony, startling Anthony.

"I, very seriously, plead with you, Anthony, to be my Overseer. "

Anthony: Did you know I'm a double?

Anthony: "If it's okay to call me a proofreader for Little Kite, it's too much to call me Superman's Monitor." Clark

: "Anthony, I'm not kidding. I will give you my weaknesses and abilities, and I will do my best to keep you safe. If one day I do something harmful to humanity, you don't have to hesitate, control me, if necessary... Kill me.

Anthony clutched his chest, as if he hadn't lifted it in one breath.

He was glad that superhuman superpowers such as bugs did not include mind reading, otherwise he would have been discovered that he was not frightened, but surprised.

The chemistry teacher hesitated for a moment, but finally reluctantly agreed. So the good boy gave his information and discernment.

Anthony kept this precious information to himself. He knows that information is the most precious resource, and that they are bound to bring danger, but who is more dangerous than Superman?

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Nolan had a dream that Anthony had adopted him, took him to school every day, and instructed him to apply to New York University. Everything was beautiful until he attended his teacher's wedding.

He looked at the two flower girls in confusion, one was his brother Philip, and the other looked so much like Fanny Custer

, who felt a little uncomfortable, but he could bear it. But when he saw that Anthony's bride was half a head taller than himself, he couldn't stand it anymore and rushed to the priest.

He had just run to the podium when he woke up.

Nolan sat up with the quilt in his arms and wiped the sweat from his forehead. When you wake up, you can reflect on the irrationality of the dream, such as that time does not jump, and that Catholicism does not support same-sex marriage. Nolan told himself it was the impact of the recent gay affirmative action movement.

But after more than ten seconds, the rest of the dream quickly disappeared, leaving only the spicy-eyed muscular bride.

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Nolan shakes his head, hoping that the scene will fade with the rest of the memory. But after the brain processes the dream, it is refined.

The boy sat in despair for a moment, heard the sound of the door opening, and finally distracted himself. He ran to open the door, expecting to see his dear teacher, but he didn't expect Kent to smile at him at the door.

Clark Kent is not ugly, in fact, he is quite generous. But affected by the dream, Nolan couldn't help but think of that scene: his most respected teacher was wearing a normal black suit, but the person he was holding in his hand was 1.9 meters tall, wearing a white tutu wedding dress, chest muscles squeezed out of the low-cut dress, the belt was forcibly tied out of the waistline, and the white gloves depicted the shape of the muscles....

Nolan couldn't help but take a step back.

Clark wondered, "What's wrong, didn't you sleep well last night?"

Nolan shook his head: "It's okay, it's okay, it's just a... Not very good dreams. Where's Mr.

Anthony?" Clark showed him the breakfast tray in his hand, "Anthony didn't sleep well last night, and he's still sleeping."

Nolan's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, didn't

he?" "What? didn't sleep well?" "

Well, he had a bit of insomnia last night and pulled me up to talk. "

Oh, that's right. Nolan disliked himself and thought about everything, took the tray, thanked him, turned around and put breakfast on the table, and went back to the room to put on his coat.