An ordinary coffee table.

Two mugs filled with orange juice.

Small wooden chair facing the sofa in the living room.

Freya sat on the sofa, her hands unconsciously clutching the blue fabric on it, and she looked like IKEA-style. Clark sat on the chair in a very awkward position that she seemed to be. The cup in her hand was a little crooked, and the orange juice dangerously tilted into a slope. It seemed that he had been a little absent-minded from the beginning.

Freya took a sip of the drink and looked around the small apartment.

Surprisingly, unlike most single men, Clark's house was cleaned up very clean.

Everything was so orderly, the floor was shining, the windows were spotless, and the furniture was neatly tidy. From her perspective, you could see a corner of several rooms, a wooden basket with clothes hanging in the bathroom, a few pots of flowers that were still blooming in winter were placed on the edge of the small balcony, and a desk appeared in Clark's bedroom, with computers and manuscripts piled up.

After drinking her own orange juice, she placed the empty mug on the coffee table.

With a gentle sound, Clark came to his senses and immediately stood up and prepared to have another cup for her.

Freya was a little amused. She was obviously in his house, and the two of them showed their extraordinary appearance almost at the same time, but Clark was as uneasy as a child who had made a mistake.

She really couldn't stand the pitiful scene.

"Sit down, Clark," she said with a smile, "I'm a little full. Where is Xiao Kr? Why didn't you see Xiao Kr?"

Clark seemed to be poked.

"He...he's out."

"Have he gone out to play? Do you let Xiao K out to play by yourself?" Freya asked in surprise.

"He can take care of himself," Clark said vaguely.

"Oh." Freya spitted out a tone, not knowing what to say.

They looked at each other speechlessly, and had an awkward silence.

"So," Freya cleared her throat, "What happened just now...you're very fast."

Clark glanced at her. "Yes, I mean, you're not bad, either."

Freya almost laughed out loud. She stopped going around in circles, but said directly: "I am a superpower, Clark."

The latter breathed a sigh of relief with a naked eye and took off from the state of racking his brains to think about lines.

"I... so do I." Clark said, then quickly added, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before."

This sentence is extremely sincere.

"If that's the case, I'll apologize to you, too," said Freya. "I guess our original intention is the same. We all want to live in the community more freely, but it doesn't mean we don't really treat each other as friends, right?"

She played with a slightly broken thread covering the cloth and joked: "I never thought I was so lucky. When I was in Washington, I lived in the same building as Captain America, and when I went to the Metropolis, I lived in the same unit as another superpower. I really regretted that I never thought about going to buy lottery tickets before, otherwise I might be a billionaire now."

Clark revealed his little tiger teeth again.

He was laughing, but his tone was still a little cramped.

"I don't want you to be in danger, Freya, but I promise one day I'll tell you who I am."

"This is your choice," Freya replied, "no one is qualified to force others to tell each other about their hidden identity. I'm just happy, Clark, maybe we can understand each other better in the future, we are not alone."

A faint gloom flashed through Clark's eyes, as if he didn't think so, but he nodded. "You're right, we're not alone."

They sat for a while, and Clark immediately mentioned the matter in the restaurant.

"Why did you do this just now," he asked, "when in the restaurant."

"That waiter didn't make a mistake by accident, Clark." Freya sat upright, her expression became serious. "I'm afraid he knocked over the bottle of wine. Before he walked past us, you were discussing about Batman. At that time, I wanted to speak for him, but I immediately realized that it was inappropriate. There was a monitor in the vase five or six meters away from us. Someone wanted to eavesdrop on our conversation. It was impossible for the hotel owner to have a whim to know which dish the customers had the most favorable reviews."

Clark was a little surprised. "I didn't find out, Freya, I thought the vase was solid."

"What? Why?" Freya asked vigilantly.

Clark recalled it carefully and said slowly but confidently: "Because when I entered the door it looked solid."

Freya gasped.

"Someone once told me that this person is good at exploring the identity of the superpower," she said, "Now I understand."

"Who is it?" Clark asked.

"Lex Luther," Freya smiled bitterly, "maybe you know the name."

Clark showed a clear expression of disgust and depression.

"Luther," he said slowly, "Yes, of course I know him. I've seen his speeches, and before him, I never knew that so many people wanted to kill Superman."

"That's just a small number of people," Freya said. "Superman is the most powerful among us and the most representative among us. Anyone who wants to attack this group will definitely attack him first. Moreover, in addition to extreme humanism, Luther also has his own ideas and ambitions, and what he does is not surprising."

Clark moved uneasyly.

"I know you are a fan of Superman, Clark." Freya looked at his expression. "Most people are grateful to Superman, especially us. He is a role model for some people and some people's beliefs. I only respect him."

"Really?" Clark's eyes lit up, "Do you respect Superman very much?"

Freya nodded.

Clark, whose curly hair was a little drooping, suddenly became energetic.

"I..." He seemed to want to reveal something, but in the end he stumbled for a moment and didn't say it.

"Luther is preparing to join forces with many forces to launch a plan. He will record all the weaknesses of Super England to improve the control system for everyone." Freya didn't care about his concealment. Now the most important thing for her is to gather every force. "We need more companions to join in. Only in this way can we defeat his conspiracy, and at least we must be prevented."

"I'll join." Clark said without hesitation, "no matter what Luther wants to do, the last thing he will do is to be good for me, and I will stand with you."

Freya felt warm and Clark had never let her down.

After saying this, the young reporter suddenly asked as if he had thought of something: "You said you were preparing to defend Batman..."

"I have concealed some of the facts from you. I have not seen him from afar. I have further contact and understanding with him. Sorry, Clark," Freya interrupted him, saying with apologies, "but I can assure you that this was not done by him. The person who sent you the photo wanted to provoke a fight between you and Bat. If you are not the person he is looking for, you may also disclose this news to attack Batman as you are. If you are the person he is looking for, it will provoke a fight between two superpowers. Previously, Luthor tried to lure Batman to hurt Superman. What puzzled me is how Luthor was using the standards that we were fighting against each other."

Clark listened carefully and showed an unexpected expression in an instant. "According to what I have heard, Batman and Iron Man are very close. He never showed too much power beyond ordinary people, but used external forces to achieve the goal of strengthening. Although there may be some gaps in dealing with Superman, his ability to wander between the darkness of Gotham is enough to show that he is resourceful and has frequent means. I have seen him when I went to Gotham. Bats are the incarnation of fear, and he makes evil tremble. I don't know what kind of face it is under that mask, but that doesn't mean it won't be a nightmare that shocks me at midnight. I trust you, Freya, but I would rather see him again and figure out what these imprints are."

Freya nodded.

"If you want, maybe I can lead you to meet you once," she said. "I trust him and you too. At this critical moment, communication is far more important than blind hostility."

"As soon as possible," Clark agreed, "but not to go to Gotham openly. If Luther doubts us, he will pay attention to our whereabouts."

Freya knows it.

"I'll contact Batman."

Suddenly she shook her cell phone.

Freya looked at the new text message and said, "It's Steve. I told you that he was on a business trip and gave a speech at City University on Sunday. The plane will be at Metropolitan Airport at around 9 o'clock tomorrow morning, and I will pick it up. Clark, didn't I say last time that I would introduce Steve to you? Why not have a meal together at my house tomorrow night?"

Clark agreed.

Freya typing back the text message and putting down her phone. She looked at Clark for a while, and suddenly laughed: "But you are a superpower, which explains a lot. I had whispered your figure with Steve before and told him that my thoughts were wrong in the past. It was not only a super warrior who had injected four times of serum to train to his level. Ordinary people can do this if they insist on hard work. As a result, I was in vain. I really regretted the fitness men around the world, and their hopes were shattered again."

The young reporter tried to suppress a smile, but he failed miserably.

"I always hope to have a Thor-like arm," he said seriously. "You don't know how jealous I am every time I see him on TV."

"Thor is an alien man." Freya snorted, "Maybe they are born like this."

"It's nonsense." Clark retorted.

Freya glared at him and changed the subject.

"Although Luther did not get a definite conclusion today, there are still traces of our behavior. On the one hand, we must be prepared to expose our identity," Freya said. "But don't worry too much, Clark. Tomorrow you can talk to Steve. As one of the first few veterans to be pushed to the front stage, the pressure on him was no less than any of us. I used to go to Steve when I was confused, and he could always say a lot of reasonable words."

"I don't think I can accept the exposure of my identity," Clark said tragically. "But Rogers knows who you are?"

Freya got stuck.

"You can go in the name of an interview," she pretended to be calm. "The first big piece of information for a newbie to go on the road is to make me borrow flowers to offer you a good start."

The author has something to say:

Mr. Hai's arms are so thick as his thighs..._(:з」∠)_, I really want to be held high by Thor hf();
Chapter completed!