Rich second generation Lex, and Clark, son of Kansas farmer.

The reason why they became friends is also traced back to that car accident.

As we all know, in interpersonal communication, first impression is often very important.

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

After several meetings, the two easily developed a good impression.

In the subsequent process of getting along, their friendship quickly heated up - this may sound a bit strange.

Lex and Clark are both autistic boys with no friends and will not lack common topics.

Therefore, the proud and conceited rich second generation gradually became close friends with the gentle peasant son.

Speaking of this, I have to sigh.

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

One is the capitalist of the metropolis, the other is the rich man of Gotham.

The only thing they have in common is that they have different relationships with Clark Kent.

Thinking about it, Superman has a father who is the reporter's girlfriend of the General of the Pentagon, which is a life winner template.

But it is understandable that after all, sacrificed to the compatriots on the entire planet was only given this luck.

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

Not long after, Clark, who had two dark circles hanging on his eyes, appeared in front of him.

“Get on the bus.”

Lex, wearing sunglasses, raised his chin.

"A rare weekend, are you just sleeping at home? Can you have some energy?"

Clark smiled bitterly, he was busy with his studies during the day, training and poaching football teams.

Wearing a Superman uniform at night, he ran from Kansas to the Metropolitan to fight criminals, punishing evil and promoting good.

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

If Kryptonian hadn't had strong physical constitution and sunlight to replenish energy, he would have died suddenly long ago.

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

Clark was helpless in the passenger seat. His new friend has been very concerned about his relationship recently.

Not only do we hold parties and introduce the guests, but we also teach all kinds of tricks to flirt with girls.

Unfortunately, Clark belongs to the more innocent category.

He was completely unmoved by those girls with hot figures, wearing hot pants, short skirts, and twisting their waists. He only had Lana in his heart.

"Clark? Do you want to enrich your life? That way you won't be seen as a nerd."

Lex said with a smile.

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

Listless Clark? Suddenly he felt like he was stimulant? He opened his eyes wide and asked, "Equestrian competition?"

"Yes, you probably don't know? Lana is the town's three consecutive equestrian champion and also represented Kansas to go to the Metropolitan area for an international championship."

Lex smiled confidently.

"If you can perform well in this game? She will definitely be impressed."

But Clark didn't show any surprise? He just scratched his head and said, "But, I can't ride a horse."

“…”

Lex's cheerful voice came to an abrupt end.

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

"There are three days left before the equestrian competition? You can learn it now."

In order to help Clark get out of singleness, Lex also fought hard.

“I can be your equestrian instructor.”

Seeing Lex so active, Clark couldn't help but feel a little moved.

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

"I didn't expect you to ride a horse? Will that kind of aristocratic private school teach this?"

Clark asked curiously.

“Golf, equestrian, skiing? Fencing… these are the courses I want to take.”

Lex seemed to remember something and said in a low voice: "My father is very demanding? I hope I can do the best in everything."

"So, sitting next to you? Is an equestrian, a ski pro? and... a fencing master."

...

...

Eastern Nepal? Lukala Airport.

A Gulfstream passenger plane was quietly parked on the runway? The old man with gray hair stood at the entrance to lower the gangway, looking into the distance, as if waiting for a wanderer who was about to return home.

He was wearing a handmade suit, with Oxford leather shoes under his feet, his hair was meticulously combed, and his accent had a distinct British accent.

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

The other party was not blocked and walked to the vicinity of the passenger plane.

This is a young man who looks like a homeless man. Although he has mud and dirt on his face, his eyes are particularly bright, giving people a sense of firmness.

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

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

"Is this the latest trendy dress? Make yourself look like a beggar?"

That's right.

This dusty homeless man is the Gotham pride who has disappeared for many years, Bruce Wayne.

He began to travel around the world a long time ago and experienced life at the bottom, and even the old butler Alfred didn't know 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 homeless man named "Bruce Wayne" smiled and made him happy to see someone close to him.

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

The Assassin League taught him how to arm his body and build a frightening image.

Although, the concepts of Ninja Master and Bruce Wayne are not consistent.

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

"What is this? Superman?"

Bruce took a shower on the passenger plane and changed into brand new clothes.

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

"The new metropolis...superhero, who is said to be able to fly, can lift a truck with one hand...is amazing."

Alfred glanced at the newspaper and replied.

"Master Wayne, a lot has happened in the years you left."

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

Flying Superman?

“What about?”

Bruce, who withdrew his gaze, asked casually.

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

Alfred shrugged and said with a rather cold humorous feeling: "You have been missing for seven years. Everyone in Gotham thinks that the only heir to the Wayne family died for all kinds of strange reasons."

"So, when I return to Gotham, is it equivalent to a miracle of resurrection?"

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

Before leaving, the Gotham pride handed over all the huge inheritance left by his parents to the old housekeeper.

Although, Wayne's business 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 bad look?"

After his thoughts spread for a while, Bruce took back his distracting thoughts and raised the questions he was most concerned about.

"Gotham has never changed, Master Wayne."

Alfred replied.

“Then it’s time for some change.”

Bruce said through the porthole, looking at the flowing clouds.
Chapter completed!