"Goodbye." As soon as the bell rang, Rorschach put his bag on his back and waved his hand at Clark.

"Stinky Boy ......"

Clark muttered, his face full of unhappiness.

Originally, I felt that I had never had such a wonderful start, and I wanted to ask Rorschach to cheer him on the sidelines.

Who would have thought that the other party would directly puncture his illusions and put reality in front of him ruthlessly.

However, he was very confident in the subsequent selection.

For no other reason, rugby is a physically demanding sport.

Even if the technology is not good enough, it can be compensated for by ramming hard.

After all, passing and catching the ball and the like, there is time to practice.

But height, speed, and reflexes are largely determined by innate nature, and no matter how hard you practice in the later stage, the effect is only a drop in the bucket.

Clarke's size is there, even though he is usually gentle and kind, but in competition, it is difficult to ignore the big man.

It was precisely because of the fear of getting out of control that Jonathan was originally opposed to Clark participating in the selection of the captain.

In the end, it was Rorschach who did Jonathan's persuasion.

Rorschach's motivation is simple: Clarke's identity is "Clark" for a time that will only dwindle with the rest of his life.

Superman's identity will only make his life heavier and heavier.

Then Rorschach hopes that he can be happier when he does "Clark".

Smolvey is a small place, but it's a good place to make some good memories.

I have to say that although Rorschach's body has said goodbye to the species of "human", his heart is far from being so otherworldly.

"Aren't you going to do an interview today?"

On the school bus back, Chloe was writing a report on a piece of paper with her head down.

There aren't many things that can be reported on campus, but the selection of the rugby team is actually a very important thing to report.

"I think I can write a better manuscript by interviewing the captain after a while."

Chloe didn't look up, she knew it was Rorschach's "politeness".

Occasionally, they would sit side by side, and Rorschach would throw out a "topic", barely a gesture of kindness.

If you're willing to talk like Pete, Rorschach will listen attentively, and answer a few words from time to time.

Of course, you can also respond simply, like Chloe now, and then the two of them don't talk to each other again.

Anyway, it's one of the few times you can talk to Rorschach, and if you leave him there, he won't be angry.

Chloe turned her head to look at Rorschach, her facial features were equally handsome, but unlike Clark, her three-dimensional facial features seemed more indifferent, invisibly distancing herself from others.

Rorschach's results are very good, if it weren't for the aura that rejected people thousands of miles away, he should have been very popular.

Girls in middle school are not snobbish enough to only look at background and financial resources, and "feeling" is more important to them.

"Sit tight!"

The driver in front of him shouted, lest any student lose his balance when he started the vehicle, and the compensation would be on his head at that time.

Rorschach leaned against the window, bored.

I always feel that even if I have been evolving during this time, I can't catch up with the real Clark.

You'll have to eat something rare to increase your evolution points.

Now his more than 1,000 evolution points, although he can exchange for [T-Virus-Tyrant Variant], it is completely insufficient in Rorschach's eyes.

The big body has long been able to do it, and in terms of defense, Rorschach has not planned to make himself bulky for bulletproof.

As long as you block in time in the form of a blade, even if it is an RPG rocket, it will not be able to cause any damage.

This is more than 1,000 points, which Rorschach has only saved by "hunting".

In terms of benefits, Rorschach can earn points even if he eats, and since he was born, evolution points have been increasing.

The bad news is that the number of decimal places is almost negligible.

And Rorschach can't eat like a pig in three bites in order to behave normally, so most of the points come from "hunting".

It can be said that the wild animals around Smolville tasted like Rorschach knew everything.

It's a pity that your current points are tasteless and abandoned, and if you want to redeem your favorite things as soon as possible, there are only two ways to go.

One is the easiest, increase the amount of food, not only to eat more raw materials from Kent farms, but also to increase the intensity of hunting.

However, this method is laborious, and the number of points of growth is not enough to compensate for the risks that may be exposed.

So Rorschach's choice is the second: find something strange to eat.

This is the DC Universe, there are Atlanteans in the sea, there are Amazons on Paradise Island, and of course, there are all kinds of abnormal animals and plants, etc.

In the distant stars, there may be one or two Kryptonians, a whole conscious planet, and a new god like Darkseid......

Rorschach ...... Are you hungry? ”

Looking at the drooling saliva that was about to drip from the corner of Rorschach's mouth, Chloe cautioned.

"Uh......" Rorschach quickly wiped the corners of his mouth, just thinking about this matter, he was drooling.

"I'm sorry, but I'm a little distracted." Rorschach smiled slightly apologetically at Chloe,

Rorschach is also a living being, and unlike Clark, who regains his strength in the sun, he needs to eat properly.

When it was necessary to eat, Rorschach would be hungry and, of course, hungry.

But with Clark by his side all day, he didn't eat much out of line.

The school bus gradually picked up speed and headed towards the bridge not far from the school.

Rorschach looked at Clark at the school gate, who was waving at him.

Rorschach lazily put his hand out the window and waved it too.

Both brothers have excellent eyesight and can see each other even from a distance.

Rorschach frowned, and there seemed to be a wave of engines approaching him.

This is completely different from the engine I usually hear, and the first thing I feel is ...... It's just expensive.

"Hell!"

The driver also saw in the rearview mirror the true face of the comer: a Lamborghini sports car was speeding from behind at a speed of at least 200 kilometers per hour.

Seeing such a "beast" approaching, the driver subconsciously hit the steering wheel to the edge of the bridge.

But what he didn't notice was that a piece of metal was lying there silently, as if waiting for someone destined.

Bang!

The tires burst instantly, and the entire body lost its balance.

Attention was still on the Lamborghini in the distance, and the driver couldn't react, so he had to slam the steering wheel, hoping that the car would get back on track.

It's a pity that his control is destined to be a step slower, and the whole body no longer listens to his call, and plunges into the river next to him!