"Hey! Clark, why are you so..."Xingle originally wanted to say hello warmly, but seeing the slender figure behind Clark, Xingle's smiling face froze directly on the spot, and the enthusiasm in his heart suddenly turned into cholesterol.

He could feel that the joy of this Thanksgiving had suddenly turned into resentment.

Everyone was surprised to see Clark behind him, a slender figure squirming a little behind him, obviously not adapted to this atmosphere.

It looks like an alien woman who has immigrated, with a pair of glasses on her touching beauty, which matches Clark's well, and her long black hair looks so shiny that it is unbelievable, and women's overalls can't even cover up the curves perfectly, it's just a beautiful stunner.

But for this stunner, Xingle always has the urge to take out a book and transform it and beat it up.

"Hey! Jeremiah, Eliza, Alex, Mr. Lefright and Mrs. Lefright, Sarah, Han, long time no see, let me introduce you, this is my friend, Diana. Prince. ”

After greeting them one by one, Clark smiled kindly and introduced the female (sexual) friend he had brought with him (remove the parenthetical text if necessary).

“... Wow, Clark, you didn't say you would be like this... Friends, come here. ”

Brian, after a brief moment of surprise, was also surprised that there was such a beauty in this place.

"Uh... Diana happened to be alone, and her family was far away, so I invited her over for Thanksgiving. ”

"Farther than the city of Nasino to the metropolis?" There was no star on Clark's face as to what he said, but the hands under the table had begun to grind their nails against each other, and he was annoyed by the arrival of this uninvited guest.

Isn't this nonsense! Xingle looked at this one that Clark called Diana. The woman of Prince, in his eyes, has a golden sun surrounded by a trail of colored light in her body, and it is needless to say who it is.

One of the top three superheroes he hated the most actually came to his family's Thanksgiving party, and he would rather eat excrement today.

"Uh... You could say that. Considering that Diana's home was really much farther away from here than the Met, Clark could only say with a wry smile.

And if you want to say it, Xingle and Diana have a grudge that can be called a mutual hatred, he originally planned to bring Diana over to say maybe it will be resolved, but seeing Xingle smiling with a somewhat bright and terrifying expression, Clark is a little uncalm, this kid's eyes are not bad, he won't recognize it.

"Uh... Han... Why are you looking a little weird? Alex's friendship with Xingle is also very good, and he naturally recognizes whether Xingle's expression can be regarded as very friendly, so he asked Xingle's expression a little strangely.

"I don't know, maybe I think I've seen Miss Prince somewhere." Xingle just replied like this, but it made Clark and Diana feel a sudden in their hearts, did this kid really recognize it?

"Where, exactly?" Brian asked.

“... Would you mind taking off your glasses and showing them to us? Xingle made this request, but this request made Clark and Diana a little unbearable, this kid is very smart, he is very likely to recognize Diana's true identity, then this Thanksgiving party can be said goodbye.

“... Okay..."I had no choice but to take off my glasses, hoping that the kid didn't recognize him, but that chance...

After Diana took off her glasses, Xingle stared at her without makeup for a while, and finally...

"No, you're not her." Shaking his head, Xingle denied that Diana was someone he knew, at least someone he had seen.

"Hoo ————!" Hearing Xingle's negation, Clark and Diana were relieved, and Diana quickly put back her glasses, and finally didn't recognize her... It's strange...

"Excuse me, who did you kid just recognize Miss Prince?" Jeremiah asked with some curiosity, because he could also see that this Diana. Prince is a bit like a certain woman.

“... Five years ago, my teacher and I went to London to investigate a female M.I.6 agent who had dealings with drug trafficking organizations, and she shot me in the shoulder, tied me up, and pressed my wounds with her fingertips. ”

Xingle said this topic that could contradict the theme of Thanksgiving, which made everyone's eyes twitch, and at the same time, the atmosphere cooled down.

"I guess that lady of yours didn't end up happy, was it?"

"That's right, when she pressed on my wound, I broke myself free, knocked her down, punched all her fingers with a nail gun, and finally I taunted her in the secret prison of M.I.6."

Regarding Clark's question, Xingle answered directly with a smile, but this answer was still unusually unpleasant.

“... It's Thanksgiving, do you have to say such a horrible thing? Sarah clicked Xingle's head reproachfully, which was more than the usual horror thing.

"That's gratitude, and I thank her for looking down on me and allowing me to tell her with facts what it's like to dare to shoot a nine-year-old child."

Xingle is very calm, and he doesn't have the horror of telling a ghost story at all, but the others have cold arms.

"Uh... Clark, why would this kid go to another country's intelligence agents? Diana wondered why Xingle did this, and in general, it didn't seem like a nine-year-old should do it.

"Oh, that's right, Xingle recognized a private detective with a global business scope as a teacher at the age of eight, so from the age of eight to twelve, this stinky boy always took advantage of us not paying attention, and went to other countries and other places with that teacher to investigate some cases, and always got himself into a miasma and injury, which made us worry a lot."

Brian rubbed Xingle's head, saying this with love and distress, fortunately, this kid didn't take on any messy strange things after the teacher left, that is, occasionally some old clients would ask Xingle to identify whether it was possible to recur the old case.

"Private detective? Wow, it must be a very powerful person. When Diana heard this explanation, she couldn't help but marvel, to be able to train such a good psychological quality of a child, her wrist must be good.

"Wrong! It's not very powerful, it's the most powerful, Brother Ringo is the most powerful detective in the universe, no, one of them. Speaking of this, Xingle pointed to the sky with a proud face, so that the rest of the people couldn't help but cover their faces, obviously they weren't talking about themselves, why were they so proud?

"Uh... Batman, he's the best..."

"No!" Diana had planned to correct the name of 'the best detective', but in exchange for the two families' stopping, it was too late.

When Xingle heard this, he was immediately unhappy, crossed his waist and said: "No, no, no, Batman is very powerful as a detective, I don't deny it, but when it comes to the ability of detectives, Batman is just planetary-level, and Brother Ringo is cosmic-level, so Brother Ringo won." ”

It's just a little kid...

Diana, who originally wanted to say more, was trampled by Clark and asked her to stop talking about it, otherwise with Xingle's temper, he would definitely fight Diana to the end, and never die.

Diana had no choice but to give up, and this kid was probably more stubborn than her.

"I'm sorry, this kid doesn't like superheroes, and there were some exchanges with a superhero half a month ago... The generation gap, so lately in the birth of superheroes sulking. ”

Apologizing for his adopted son's stinky temper, Brian nodded Xingle's head, suggesting that he should stop in moderation and that he was a guest.

"yes... This sulking has made me afraid to talk about this topic lately..."Kara also smiled awkwardly, knowing that in the past two weeks of school life, Xingle has become a little allergic to superheroes.

Especially the day before yesterday, when a team of football players and a basketball team were arguing about which Justice League hero was the strongest, Xingle couldn't hold back and actually said that they were idiots.

How could this not make the two teams of athletes angry, but just as they were all putting on a lion's face to question Xingle, Xingle directly put on a fierce face of a Tyrannosaurus rex, directly scaring these two sports teams into lambs.

"Well... Hey, do you need our help? ”

"Ah, yes, Clark you take the girls to the backyard to get a barbecue, we have a lot of beef to roast."

Jeremiah took out a large piece of marinated beef and handed it to Clarke, who had just entered the door, which was a common occurrence for Clarke, who grew up in Kansas.

"Well, Carl... Is Miss Prince who I think she is? Once in the backyard, Kara whispers to Clark while Alex and Sarah are making the barbecue.

“... She wasn't wrong, but in retrospect, it might not be a good idea. ”

"It's really not a good idea, and Xingle is now resentful of the topic of superheroes, especially about ... Miss Prince, who has come to call her only 'Crazy-Women'. ”

"It's a grudge."

In the kitchen, Star, who was filled with garlic, glanced at Kara and Clarke, who were whispering in the backyard, knowing what they were talking about with his detective mind.

But Xingle didn't look at Diana anymore, and he couldn't be angry when he looked at her again, so he simply couldn't see it, and as for whether it worked, only I knew.

"Jeremiah, did you think it could be her..."

"Do you think anyone else can make your kid like that... I don't know if this kid really didn't see it, or if he had already seen it, and his face was weird like that..."

Brian and Jeremiah were also exchanging words with each other, and it seemed that they were also guessing.

In the backyard, Sarah asked Alex with a strange look:

"Alex, what do you think... Will Xingle be... Got a crush on Miss Prince? ”

“... Sarah, you're talking about Han Xingle who has half a foot in the realm of monks, and I've never seen him have a crush on any girl. ”

"But boys' love habits are to play pranks on the girls they like and make them attract attention, so Xingle's attitude just now will it..."

"One way to verify..."

With that, Alex shouted into the house:

"Han! Do you like Miss Prince!? ”

"I don't like it! In fact, I wanted to throw the bowl in my hand in her face! ”

The atmosphere was awkward.

"Look, the answer is out."

"Well, he really doesn't like her."

Embarrassing two-in-a-row......