Summary: The male protagonist is always wrong

When the truck of the Animal Protection Association stopped in front of the apartment, Yin Li was staring at the fallen leaves outside the window in a daze.

He watched Clark load the box into the car, then politely responded to the staff's thanks.

"Thank you for your hard work, Clark." On the way back, Yin Li stood on tiptoe to give him some reward, a light kiss.

Clark felt the warmth on his face, but was a little worried about Yin Li's condition. "Why don't we get another cat? There's enough space in the living room for a cat climbing frame."

Yin Li shook her head at Clark's suggestion, "There's indeed room for ten cat climbing frames in the living room."

He turned his head to look at Clark, his eyes emitting a calm light, and tapped Clark's chest lightly, "But this place can only accommodate a big blue-eyed cat that can destroy the house."

Jason is irreplaceable.

Clark caught the chuckle that escaped Yin Li's lips.

"So should I be thankful that Kryptonians don't have to fight cats for cardboard boxes?" The sun cast a shadow through Clark's eyelashes, leaving a shadow on his face.

Yin Li tapped his brow with her fingertips and said jokingly, "The dog's place is on the left side of the sofa, where a certain golden retriever who always burns toast with his thermal vision usually sleeps."

Clark did not accept such accusations. He had always controlled his thermal vision very well, if Yin Li had not taken the opportunity to touch him.

Just at this moment, dusk spread across the sky, slowly lengthening the shadows of the two people snuggling together.

For some time afterwards, Yin Li would always feel dazed for a moment after opening the door.

The voice of "I'm back" fell, but the furry head that should have popped out from the corner of the entrance was nowhere to be seen.

The white shirts hanging out to dry are no longer clinging to black cat hair, only the sunlight of the metropolis reflects its brilliance.

Sometimes when he was making tea in the kitchen, he would still unconsciously try to hear the movements of another small creature through the hum of the kettle.

Habits that have been formed for a long time are difficult to break.

Yin Li often missed him, but did not feel any regret.

It doesn't matter whether Jason travels around the world to experience life, or returns to Batman's side and fights wits and courage with the criminals in Gotham. In short, Jason should have his own life, and the life of a teenager should continue.

Whether he becomes an anti-hero or goes back to being Batman's Robin.

As long as his future is his personal choice, Yin Li will support him.

Clark would also look at the earth when he was on duty in the watchtower. The leaping figure in the desert somewhere in the Middle East reminded him of the black cat who always liked to provoke him.

Jason's dagger tore through the flesh, and the boy's taut back was surprisingly similar to the curve of a black cat when hunting.

When he turned his gaze back to the apartment in the metropolis, he always saw Yin Li curled up by the bay window reading a book.

The cold light from the computer beside him could not diminish the gentle aura of Yin Li.

Just looking at him brings peace to Clark's heart.

Chapter 175 Clark Kent 31

Again.

There was still spiritual power remaining on Yin Li's fingertips.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a strange environment different from Gotham.

It all started in Gotham City an hour ago.

It had been nearly a year since Jason left.

After attending a psychological exchange forum in Gotham, Yin Li strolled around the street, preparing to bring some souvenirs for her parents.

He remembered the absurd three-way confrontation.

The bat armor reflected the cold moonlight, the barrel of Red Hood's gun was still steaming with smoke, and the Joker's crazy laughter rolled over the eardrums like rusty gears.

Seeing Batman protecting the Joker and beating the Red Hood back step by step, Yin Li stepped forward without hesitation.

Faced with Batman's disapproval, the Kryptonian tried to mediate between them to prevent Batman's brutality from exacerbating the conflict between father and son.

Then the sound of explosions was accompanied by emerald green laughter tearing through the streets, and Yin Li instinctively held up the spiritual shield.

After a period of space distortion, he appeared in this strange place.

Time travel? Time travel again.

This is the second time, and this time the energy is not enough to cause a space crack and lead to crossing. Things are a bit strange.

Yin Li frowned.

System A116 answered his question, "Because we are outsiders, that world instinctively rejects us."

Yin Li understood. It seemed that he would not be able to rest until the task progress bar was full.

He sighed and observed his surroundings.

The surrounding area is filled with tall buildings, creating an unmistakable urban environment.

But he couldn't see any familiar city landmarks, neither the Wayne Building with the "Wayne" logo nor the golden sphere of the Daily Planet. This was not Gotham, Metropolis or any city he was familiar with.

He slowly landed on top of the building and called softly, "Clark?"

But there was nothing in the sky, only soft clouds floating leisurely, and his familiar red and blue figure did not appear.

Clark isn't here.

Did he stay in the original world or go to another world?

Yin Li pondered.

"boom!"

The skyscraper next door shuddered at the impact, the tempered glass on the top floor cracked in a spiderweb-like pattern, and red flames were accompanied by flying gray stones and broken glass.

When Yin Li looked up, he saw a blue figure breaking through the glass and flying out. The "S"-shaped family emblem on the boy's uniform reflected the golden sunlight.

Energy surged in the eyes of the out-of-control Kryptonian boy. He covered his ears in pain and curled up in the air.

“Calm down.”

As the words fell, blue spiritual power enveloped the violent boy like a stream. Yin Li controlled the spiritual power to help him ease the energy in his body.

Little Jonathan Kent felt the numerous noises around him - the voices asking for help, crying, and those that needed him - slowly disappearing, and he only heard a cold voice.

"Are you ok?"

Little Jonathan Kent looked up.

When their eyes met, he noticed the young man standing on the roof.

He was a young man about 20 years old. His slender and well-proportioned figure was particularly eye-catching in the sun. His height of about 180cm showed perfect body proportions.

He was dressed elegantly and comfortably, and had obviously just returned from a more formal occasion.

Over the black satin shirt is a blue and black spliced ​​casual suit. The waist-hugging design outlines the slender waistline. The two buttons unbuttoned on the top of the shirt reveal a bit of casualness, neutralizing his cold temperament.

Through the open collar of the shirt, a silver-white metal chain was faintly visible. It was a kryptonite pendant.

He did not have any ornaments on his hands, including watches and necklaces.

His black hair was thick and soft, his cold white skin was slightly red, and his obsidian eyes were shining. At this moment, he was staring at little Jonathan Kent with a concerned look, concentrating on it.

Little Jonathan Kent also smelled a hint of gunpowder and blood on him. He glanced around Yin Li, but found that Yin Li was not injured.

Someone still needs Superman now, and little Jonathan Kent can't waste time here.

"Thanks. I should be leaving now." He soared into the sky, his long cape leaving a red trail behind him.

Yin Li watched him fly away, and then quietly left the top of the building avoiding the sight of passers-by.

He had to find a place to stay first.

……

Before nightfall, Yin Li found a hotel at the Metropolitan Fifth Avenue that did not require identification.

Before he could settle down and enjoy a warm dinner.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a slight knock from the hotel window.

Yin Li was in a trance for a moment. Occasionally, after Clark finished his superhero work, he would knock on Yin Li's bedroom window like this, and the two would chat for a while through the window.

He smiled and shook his head, put down his phone, stood up, pulled open the curtains and opened the window.

The man outside the window is little Jonathan Kent.

After collecting information for an afternoon, Yin Li now knew that he was Jonathan Kent Jr.

Yin Li had never seen "The Twins" and didn't know much about this super boy.

But we have also heard about his coming out story, which is listed as one of the most tragic events in DC, along with Red Robin Tim's coming out and Hal Jordan's cheating, because they caused serious real harm to readers.

"Please come in, you don't look well." Yin Li let him in.

Little Jonathan Kent flew into the room, "No, I'm in great shape."

"I mean mentally. Won't you be tired, Superman?" Yin Li placed the hot tea in his hand on the coffee table. The bottom of the cup and the coffee table made a slight collision sound, which distracted little Jonathan from the cries for help from the crowd.

"I..." Little Jonathan couldn't answer this question.

There are still too many people crying out, and there are still many people who need Superman, and Superman must answer them.

Yin Li sat on the sofa across from him, her long, white, bony hands clutching a teacup. "1.8 people die every second in the world, 106 every minute, 6360 an hour, 152640 a day. Are you going to shoulder the fate of everyone?"

Little Jonathan Kent shook his head. "You're being sophistry. This is different. Life isn't a numbers game."

"You can't save everyone." Even your father couldn't do it. Yin Li picked up the teacup, and the mist of hot tea softened his edges. "Take a break."

Little Jonathan Kent's back sank into the soft sofa cushions as if he were falling into a cloud of sun-soaked cotton.

The sweet aroma of honey black tea diluted the smell of gunpowder and blood on his body, and all the responsibilities belonging to Superman seemed to be drifting away from him.

In this relaxing environment, his belated fatigue swept over him, but he still refused to compromise.

"If I stop, someone will die."

"Haha." Yin Li chuckled. "On August 8nd, Germany declared war on Russia. And then I went swimming in the afternoon. There's absolutely no causal relationship between these two events."

Little Jonathan Kent rested the back of his hand on his eyelids. Fatigue dragged him into darkness. He muttered, "This is different..."

The lingering glow of dusk filled the room, casting a golden glow over it.