【 General Anh My 】 Great Pursuit At The Next Door

The Planet Daily building is about to close, the Met has nothing to cover, and the social animal reporters finally have a vacation, except for the workmaniac Louise who is still battling wits with the government in Washington.

But that's none of Clark's business. He slept for four hours under the blessing of the six-pointed star, and woke up to the gentle early summer sun shining on his face, hearing Jessica humming a song by One Direction in her distinctive voice, and smelling the scent of poached eggs.

He sat up slowly, feeling as if he was living the happy life of an ordinary middle-aged man in the novel.

Clark walked out of the room, and Jessica glanced up at him. He walked into the kitchen, and Anthony turned around with a shovel and hugged him, "Good morning, Clark."

Clark also said, "Good morning, dear." It

was the first time he had said anything like it, and Anthony's reaction was flat. By the way, Anthony didn't call himself any nicknames or nicknames at all, except for calling himself "Clarky" once.

Anthony: Of course, because he's been shouting at a guy like the Joker, Daddy before, cough, but not anymore.

Clark was cranky, but his hands were not idle, and when he saw Anthony frying two eggs, he took out milk and bacon from the refrigerator, as well as the last two tarts. Before breakfast, he also changed Jessica's water and added dog food, although Jessica used the rolls of her eyes to indicate that she did not need Clark's care.

Clark sat at the table enjoying breakfast, thinking that maybe it was time to go to the supermarket today, well, go to the supermarket with Anthony, and Jessica stayed home...

Anthony put down his fork, pulled out a piece of paper and wiped his mouth clean, then took a small palm-sized notebook from the pocket of his pajamas, placed it on the dining table, and began to stare at Clark to eat.

Clark hesitated for a moment and asked, "Do you want this tart?"

Anthony shook his head, "You eat quickly, we should settle the score."

Clark was horrified, and then realized that they did have a backlog of undiscussed things lately. Anthony hasn't gone to work at the moment, so there's nothing to do, and it should be because he was busy working around two days ago that he has been delayed until today.

He quickly stuffed the tart into his mouth, chewed a few bites and swallowed it, then drank the milk, wiped his mouth, put away the dishes, wiped the table, and sat down obediently across from Anthony, like a well-behaved schoolboy who was called to the office for a one-on-one interview by the teacher.

Anthony opened the notebook, glanced at it, cleared his throat, and said, "The first point is about your sense of self-preservation. This has happened many times, the first time you ate that sour radish sandwich that I don't know if it was poisonous, and that was the first time I saw it. And when you face the gangsters who shoot, you always keep your chest open and let them shoot.

The more Anthony spoke, the more angry he became, and picked up a small notebook and smashed Clark's head: "Isn't it handsome, right? Or does it make a particularly nice sound of a bullet hitting your body? If that is a special bullet that can hurt you, you will die!"

Clark aggrievedly stretched his head over and asked him to hit: "I was wrong, I will never wave like this again." "

How?" Clark

wrenched his fingers like a child: "Don't eat indiscriminately, dodge when attacked, don't reach out to touch unknown objects... Probably not.

"And don't run to unknown places easily!"

Anthony took the book back, looked at it, and said, "The second point, your combat awareness and fighting skills. I said, Clark, didn't you fight when you were a kid?"

Clark said honestly, "I'm worried that I won't be able to control my power, and I don't have physical contact with other people a lot of the time." It's even more impossible to fight, and it's over if someone else has a broken rib.

Anthony sighed: "When you fight in close quarters, even if you say that you carry the building next to you and smash it, I don't panic so much." Do you have any other moves than to reach out your fist and hit it?"

Clark was silent, as if he didn't.

Anthony poked his notebook: "I'm not good at this either... I'll leave this to Joe Al, and let him go back and train you. Clark

raised his hand: "It seems that Batman has a strong physical combat ability, I can go and ask him for advice..."

"Forget it," Anthony didn't accuse him of being gullible or anything, "when your Justice League has passed the clear road, you can properly talk to your partners about your abilities and shortcomings, so that they can be used as backups."

Clark blinked, feeling a little depressed when Anthony said this. Before he could think about what Anthony was down, he spoke again: "The third point is your ability to use external forces. This external force includes the environment, the tools at hand, teammates, and enemies. Don't look at the Flash, who looks stupid, but actually quite improvised, and you are attacked in a daze! Alas, this one didn't change in a while. Clark

immediately promised: "I remember, I will run in with my teammates in the Justice League in the future, and I will carefully observe the environment."

"Fourth, I'm discussing this with you. Jessica and I have already shown our faces in front of them, and our relationship should have been discovered by the Batman guy, what should we do next? Should we stop showing up, or will we simply create another identity?

" Clark looked at Jessica, "Jessica, do you want to be a superdog?" Jessica

answered the question with a roll of her eyes.

"But we may still show up," Anthony noted, "and there are already ordinary people who have seen it, and maybe one day they will be asked to pull it out and yo-yo, so we have to be prepared."

Clark raised a big smile, "Then Anthony and Jessica are going to wear Superman uniforms with me?"

and he was pressed to the ground by Anthony and Jessica.

Anthony: "How could I possibly wear that shameful uniform of yours!"

Jessica agreed.

The final result of the discussion was that Anthony wanted a pair of black technology glasses from the little reporter Clark, and Jessica couldn't lose her hair casually, at least not in the superdog state, otherwise she would be found.

Clark: "Just go to the hospital for an optometry and ask Joe to make you a pair of glasses."

Anthony wrinkled his nose: "Just do a full body check, this hair is falling out too weirdly." "Hair is one thing, in case there is any other disease, it's over.

"The fifth point is a private matter. Clark, you and Louise—"

Clark's hairs stood on end.

"Get along well, both identities. She's General Lane's daughter, and if you have a good relationship with her, you might be able to get two more salaries, one for the federal government and one for the metropolitan government.

Clark breathed a sigh of relief, but just because Anthony didn't say it didn't mean he couldn't. He immediately said solemnly: "I am definitely a pure colleague relationship with Louise now, I respect her character and ability, but I definitely don't have any thoughts of crossing the line!"

Anthony laughed out loud: "Don't worry, you look at Louise's obsessed work, is it possible to fall in love with the small town boy Clark

?" Clark was aggrieved: "Then you still gave me a 'love strategist' at the beginning?"

Anthony smiled evilly: " At first, I wanted to see you deflated, and then the target was you. Clark

: "Huh?" Clark

felt the mood ease completely, and smiled as he waited for Anthony's next one. Anthony looked down at the notebook, suddenly turned cold, and then looked up at Clark.

"Little Kite! How long have you not updated! Don't write it yet! Little! Say

!" Clark saw Anthony take out a fruit knife from his pajamas, and immediately raised his hand to surrender: "Write tonight! Tonight! I have already conceived it!"

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Late at night, Clark sat in front of the computer and heard that Anthony was asleep, and quickly opened a trumpet to speak anonymously on the forum:

Here are the lessons from the past! Don't fall in love with the teacher easily! Otherwise, if you make a mistake, she/he can give you a clear analysis of one, two, three, four!