118 Clark Line: May you travel happily all over the world

Kal-El: "..."

Regardless of Lex Luthor's ultimate goal, his current behavior makes Superman feel uncomfortable about his territory being invaded.

Superman has always been particularly careful to protect his identity as an ordinary person, not only because the young reporter Clark is the connection between Superman Kal-El and humans, but also because most of his friends and family are ordinary people who are unarmed.

Superman made great efforts to build a protective shield for a fragile life that could not withstand the vortex of conspiracy, trying to distinguish between the desire to protect and the desire to control.

...and Lex Luthor is the one who perseveres in trying to shatter the glass shell.

He wanted the world to see the fragility of the Son of God and the ugly side of Superman. He did not recognize that mankind should have a leader, let alone a Jesus of a foreign race or a Messiah of unknown background.

Superman understood him.

To be honest, he doesn't compare himself to Christ - even though his father asked him to guide mankind and become that ray of light in the image, Clark Kent doesn't think he is really qualified. Sometimes he learns more from humans - he understands better how fear a superhuman who far exceeds the current level of technology would cause - put yourself in their shoes and think about it, if nuclear weapons only operate under moral constraints, the world may be destroyed in the next second.

Superman accepts supervision, but not everyone will focus their supervision solely on the superhero himself like Batman does - his enemies are most of the time more willing to hurt ordinary people he cares about and make him suffer.

But there was no need for Aria to know this.

He'd take care of it before she knew it.

…

The farmer didn't know what the feud was between Luthor Group and Superman. She looked at the billboard carefully and copied down the contact information left by the other party.

"I'll have to talk to him," the farmer said. "You can't do that in Smallville."

Kal-El had a lot more to say, such as "Beware of Lex Luthor, this man is an incurable lunatic" and "The Luthor Group must have a bigger conspiracy", but Aria said it so easily, as if just a complaint call could make Lex Luthor change his mind, which made Clark Kent a little... want to laugh.

"Aria," Clark coughed twice, his displeasure diluted. "This phone call cannot reach Lex Luthor himself."

The farmer responded to him by moving forward firmly, hooking her little finger around his, and with a gentle pull, the two of them were holding hands.

It has nothing to do with Xingo Valley. This is simply the teaching content of the "How to Comfort the Object" tutorial that the farmer urgently searched for.

It is said that appropriate physical contact can reduce the other person's anxiety. When the other person is upset about JOJA, it should be reasonable to use some comforting methods, right?

By the way, it’s not just the comforting actions, promises are equally important.

"I sense you're a little unhappy, Clark."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

It’s just a JOJA. In her previous files, dozens or even dozens of them had gone bankrupt. This one can definitely be handled as well.

The farmer raised his head and spoke each word with great seriousness, as if swearing an oath: "I will protect you."

Clark Kent laughed dumbly, adjusted his posture, interlocked his fingers, and pulled her hand close to his face.

Soft... She thought it would be hard.

"Aria, don't think about it," the young reporter said, her skin softening and her blue puppy eyes showing when she was trying to act coquettish. "Can I ask to hold the leash a little longer?"

He might be a better choice to deal with Lex Luthor, who can easily lead his opponents into a trap.

"Okay." Aria agreed, but the farmer didn't say he would not cause trouble for Lex Luthor.

—After all, Clark Kent didn't mention it.

…

Perry's timing was impeccable.

According to the time, Clark Kent had just returned to Metropolis not long ago, and Perry's emails and phone calls came one after another.

"Kent!" Clark felt a chill every time he heard Perry call his last name, not to mention that he now owed him a manuscript - this was a thousand times more terrifying than owing Perry money.

Superman's curly hair danced along with Perry's roar. "Either tell me you've finished it now, or promise me there'll be a finished manuscript waiting for my review before sunset in Metropolis today."

"Otherwise, don't even think about seeing the sun tomorrow."

"Yes, yes, Mr. Perry." The diligent young reporter Clark hung up the phone and looked at Aria dejectedly: "Sorry, Xiaoya, I was planning to take you to the Metropolis..."

Go visit the unfortunate old Earth mentioned in the Daily Planet. There was an Italian restaurant nearby that he thought was pretty good. Of course, if he didn't want to eat out, he could cook in his own apartment - but before the farmer came, he must clean the bachelor apartment at super speed, and then put a few seasonal flowers in the empty vase in the living room - Clark Kent had already found a permanent place in the bedroom for the bouquet given by Aria.

But now everything is interrupted by the damn deadline... Why should Kryptonians also face such a terrible and terrifying thing.

He had thought Aria would show the same disappointment, and had even prepared a consolation speech for their next date, but the farmer's eyes suddenly lit up: "Okay, okay, Clark, go do your thing, I'm fine."

Is this correct?

His reporter's intuition made him vaguely aware that there must be some unknown secret behind this, but Aria's next words completely disrupted his thoughts: "Even though I don't have the mermaid pendant yet, do you want a kiss before we part?"

What Clark Kent heard: …………, …kiss…….

He started blushing again.

Perry's roar, several inspirations about the interview, and a moment of doubt were all thrown behind him in an instant. Clark Kent lowered his head, and his blue eyes flowed into a gentle spring.

He was still holding her hand, but he was already asking for more: "...Can I?"

"Of course!" Who would have the heart to refuse Clark Kent's request? AAA agricultural and sideline product distributors are not saints.

She used her free hand to pull at his collar: "Lower yourself a little."

The Son of Krypton seemed even more nervous. He swallowed his air and lowered his head as if he were being baptized.

“…Is this okay?”

Aria: ...Actually, she just wanted to kiss him normally, but now the atmosphere has become like the coronation of the Son of God.

In this situation, even kissing seemed a bit blasphemous. The farmer sighed silently in his heart and let the kiss fall on his forehead - now they are a good match, right?

People usually say something at this time. Aria searched the text in her mind and uttered a sentence.

"Hmm... I hope the goddess of inspiration blesses you and helps you meet your deadline smoothly."

If there really was a deadline god, she would be happy to pray for Clark.

But Clark's fluttering eyelashes and the blue of the lake told her he wasn't satisfied.

He never closed his eyes from beginning to end, his gaze lingering on Aria's face, as if he could never see enough.

Then, Clark Kent kissed back.

Like being restricted by parents from drinking beverages, and therefore racking their brains to bless other people's children at a banquet, writers have much greater literary reserves than farmers.

"May you travel the earth with joy." A kiss fell on the same place as before.

"May you always have a soul that touches the world and is full of hope." He continued to kiss her downwards. Through her eyelids, the farmer realized belatedly that Clark's temperature must have always been higher than that of ordinary people, but she had never felt it before.

"May people bless you with open arms wherever you go, welcome you, and let you always have a home." The last kiss fell on the farmer's original plan. Perhaps because of shyness, Clark Kent was reluctant to let go.

"Wow," it was the farmer's turn to have her brain freeze. She was stunned for over thirty seconds, as if her soul had been sucked out, before she exclaimed, "Wow..."

Where did she learn all this? Why hasn't she bought such a useful skill book?

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Clark: No, I have a feeling that my house is going to be demolished.

Farmer (brain crash version): No.

*From Hölderlin's The Wanderer, with some modifications