Rich second-generation Lex, 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, first impressions are often important in interpersonal interactions.

Clark is Lex's savior, and he has a close relationship with the other party's godfather.

After a few encounters, the two easily developed a good impression.

Later on, their friendship warmed up even more quickly - which may sound strange.

Lex and Clark are both autistic boys with few friends, and there is no shortage of common topics.

Therefore, the proud and conceited rich second generation and the son of a gentle farmer gradually became close friends.

Speaking of which, I have to sigh with emotion.

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

One is the capitalists of the metropolis, the other is the people's plutocrats of Gotham.

The only thing they have in common, apart from being rich, is that they don't have a good relationship with Clark Kent.

Thinking about it again, Superman also has a reporter girlfriend whose father is a Pentagon general, which is simply a winner template in life.

But it's understandable, after all, sacrificing a whole planet of compatriots in exchange for this luck.

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

It didn't take long for Clarke, who had two dark circles under his eyes, to appear in front of him.

"Get in the car."

Lex, who was wearing sunglasses, raised his chin.

"On a rare weekend, you're just sleeping at home? Can you be a little spirited! ”

Clark smiled wryly as he spent the day doing his schoolwork, training with the football team, and digging into the wall.

Wearing a superhuman uniform at night, he runs from Kansas to the Metropolitan to fight criminals, punish evil and promote good.

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

If it weren't for Krypton's strong physique and sun-dried energy replenishment, 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 passenger seat, his new friend, who had been quite concerned about his feelings lately.

Not only do we hold parties and introduce people, but we also teach you a variety of flirting tips.

Unfortunately, Clark belongs to the more innocent category.

He was completely unmoved by those girls with hot bodies, hot pants, short skirts, and twisted waists, and only Lana in his heart.

"Clark? Do you want to enrich your life? So you don't get seen as a 'nerd'. ”

Lex said with a smile.

"I took the opportunity of the town's equestrian competition to help you get Lana out."

A listless Clark? Suddenly it's like a stimulant? Eyes wide open and asked, "Equestrian competition?" ”

"yes, you probably don't know? Lana is the town's equestrian champion for three consecutive years and has represented Kansas at an international championship in the Met. ”

Lex smiled confidently.

"What if you can do well in this game? She's sure to be impressed. ”

But Clark didn't show surprise? He just scratched his head and said, "But, I don't know how to ride a horse."

“……”

Lex's elated voice came to an abrupt end.

Why don't people who have farms and ranches at home ride horses?

"Three days until the equestrian competition? You can learn now. ”

To help Clark get off the list? Lex also fights.

"I can be your equestrian instructor."

Seeing Lex so positive, Clark couldn't help but be a little moved.

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

"I didn't think you could ride a horse? Would that kind of aristocratic private school also teach this? ”

Clark asked curiously.

"Golf, equestrian, skiing? Fencing...... These are the lessons I'm going to take. ”

As if remembering something, Lex said in a low voice, "My father is very demanding? Anything is expected of me to be the best I can be. ”

"So, sitting next to you? Is you an equestrian expert, a professional skier? And...... Master of fencing. ”

……

……

Eastern Nepal? Lukla Airport.

A Gulfstream airliner quietly parked on the runway? The gray-haired old man stood at the entrance of the gangway, looking into the distance, as if waiting for some wanderer to return home.

He wears a handmade suit, a pair of Oxford leather shoes at his feet, his hair is meticulously combed, and his accent is distinctly British.

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

The other party was not hindered in any way and walked to the vicinity of the passenger plane.

This is a young man who looks like a vagabond, and despite the sludge and grime on his face, his eyes are exceptionally bright and give a sense of determination.

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

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

"What's the latest fashion outfit here? Make yourself like a beggar? ”

That's right.

This dusty homeless man is the long-lost Gotham pride, Bruce Wayne.

He had been traveling the world for a long time, experiencing the life of the underclass, and 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 was in Nepal.

"Long time no see, Alfred."

The homeless man named "Bruce Wayne" smiled and made him happy to see someone close to him.

During this time of traveling around the world, he has experienced a lot and learned a lot.

The League of Assassins taught him how to arm his body and build a fearsome image.

Although, Master Ninja and Bruce Wayne don't have the same philosophy.

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

"What is this? Superman? ”

Bruce took a shower on the airliner and changed into a brand new outfit.

He hadn't experienced what it was like to be clean in a long time.

"The new ...... of the metropolis A superhero, who is said to be able to fly, can lift a truck with one hand...... It's magical. ”

Alfred glanced at the newspaper and replied.

"Master Wayne, a lot has happened in the years you've been away."

Bruce's brow furrowed slightly, his attention drawn to the red cloak in the newspaper.

Superman who can fly?

"For example?"

Bruce, who retracted his gaze, asked casually.

"Like, in the legal sense, you're a dead man right now."

Alfred shrugged his shoulders and said with some cold humor: "You have been missing for seven years, and everyone in Gotham thinks that the only heir to the Wayne family has died for all kinds of strange reasons. ”

"So, my return to Gotham is tantamount to staging a miracle of resurrection?"

Bruce tugged at the corners of his mouth, he didn't care about the details.

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

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 terrible state?"

After a moment of divergent thoughts, Bruce retracted his thoughts and asked the questions he was most concerned about.

"Gotham has never changed, Master Wayne."

Alfred replied.

"Then it's time for something to change."

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