Chapter 434

Rich second generation lex, and Clark, the son of a Kansas farmer.

The reason why they became friends dates 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 long relationship with each other's godfather.

The two met several times and easily had a good impression.

In the later process of getting along, their friendship heats up rapidly - which may sound strange.

Lex and Clark are autistic boys who have few friends and will not lack common topics.

Therefore, the proud and conceited rich second generation and the son of gentle farmers have gradually become close friends.

At this point, I have to sigh.

Superman always seems to attract the attention of rich people, from Lex Luther to Bruce Wayne.

One is a capitalist in metropolis, the other is a rich man in Gotham.

The only thing they have in common, except for money, is that they have a special relationship with Clark Kent.

Think again, Superman has an old father who is the reporter girlfriend of the Pentagon general. It's a winner's template in life.

However, it is understandable that after all, we sacrificed our compatriots on the whole planet in exchange for this luck.

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

Before long, Clark with two dark circles appeared in front of him.

"Get in the car."

Lex in sunglasses raised his chin.

"On a rare weekend, you just sleep at home? Can you have some spirit!"

Clark smiled bitterly. He was busy with his studies, football team training and digging the wall during the day.

In the evening, he wore Superman uniform and ran from Kansas to metropolis to crack down on criminals and punish evil and promote good.

Twenty four hours a day, the schedule is full, and the sleep time is seriously insufficient.

If krypton hadn't had a strong constitution and solar energy to supplement energy, he would have died suddenly.

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

Clark reluctantly sat in the co pilot. His new friend has been very concerned about his feelings recently.

They not only hold parties and introduce people, but also teach all kinds of flirting skills.

Unfortunately, Clark belongs to the more innocent category.

He was completely unmoved by those hot girls who wore hot pants, short skirts and twisted their small waist. He had only 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 equestrian competition in town to help you make an appointment with Lana."

The listless Clark suddenly opened his eyes and asked, "equestrian competition?"

"Yes, you may not know. Lana is the champion of equestrian competition in this town for three consecutive years. She also represented Kansas in an international championship in metropolis."

Lex smiled confidently.

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

But Clark didn't look surprised. He just scratched his head and said, "but I can't ride."

“……”

Lex's cheerful voice stopped suddenly.

Why can't people with farms and pastures ride horses?

"There are three days before the equestrian race. You can learn now."

In order to help Clark get rid of the bill, Lex also worked hard.

"I can be your equestrian instructor."

Clark was moved to see Lex so positive.

He wondered if he should ask his big cousin for a few days off to learn equestrian temporarily.

"I didn't think you could ride a horse? Would that be taught in noble private schools?"

Clark asked curiously.

"Golf, equestrian, skiing, fencing... These are my courses."

Lex seemed to think of 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 a master of equestrian, a professional skier, and... A master of fencing."

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Lukala airport, eastern Nepal.

A Gulfstream passenger plane stopped quietly on the runway. An old man with gray hair stood at the entrance of putting down the gangway and looked into the distance, as if he was waiting for a wanderer ready to return home.

He was wearing a handmade suit, a pair of Oxford shoes under his feet, his hair was combed meticulously, and his accent had an obvious British accent.

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

The other party was not obstructed and walked near the airliner.

This is a young man like a tramp. Although his face is covered with mud and dirt, his eyes are particularly bright and give people a firm feeling.

"Master Wayne, you've been away for a long time."

The old man held back his inner joy and said in a mocking tone.

"What's the latest fashion dress? Make yourself like a beggar?"

you 're right.

This dusty tramp is Bruce Wayne, the proud son of Gotham who has disappeared for many years.

He began to travel around the world and experience the bottom life long ago. Even Alfred, the old housekeeper, didn't know his whereabouts.

It was not until a few days ago that the other party learned that Bruce Wayne appeared in Nepal.

"Long time no see, Alfred."

The tramp named Bruce Wayne smiled and was happy to see people close to him.

During his travels around the world, he experienced a lot and learned a lot.

The assassin alliance taught him how to arm his body and build a frightening image.

Although it is said that the ideas of Master Ninja and Bruce Wayne are not consistent.

But the latter absorbs the essence, abandons the dross and perfects the inner world of the self.

"What is this? Superman?"

Bruce took a bath on the plane and put on new clothes.

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

"Metropolis's new... Superheroes are said to be able to fly and 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 you've been away."

Bruce frowned slightly and was attracted by the red cloak in the newspaper.

Flying Superman?

"For example?"

Bruce, looking back, asked casually.

"For example, in the legal sense, you are now a dead man."

Alfred shrugged and said with some cold humor, "you have been missing for seven years. Everyone in Gotham thinks that the only heir of the Wayne family has died for various strange reasons."

"So when I go back to Gotham, it's a miracle of resurrection?"

Bruce pulled the corners of his mouth. He didn't care about these details.

Before leaving, the proud son of Gotham handed over all the huge legacy left by his parents to the old housekeeper.

Although, Wayne enterprises fall into the hands of those board members.

But as long as he wants to take it out, there is no difficulty.

"Is Gotham still that bad?"

His thoughts diverged for a moment, and Bruce withdrew his thoughts and put forward his most concerned problems.

"Gotham has never changed, master Wayne."

Replied Alfred.

"Then it's time for some change."

Bruce said, looking through the porthole at the flowing clouds.