Lex, the second generation rich man, and Clark, the son of a farmer, Kansas.
The reason why they became friends can be traced back to the car accident.
As we all know, in interpersonal communication, the first impression is often very important.
Clark is Lex's savior and has a close relationship with Godfather.
After meeting several times, the two easily developed a good impression.
The subsequent process of getting along made their friendship quickly heat up - which may sound a bit strange.
Lex and Clark are both autistic boys with few friends, so they have no shortage of common topics.
Therefore, the proud and arrogant rich second generation and the kind-hearted farmer's son gradually became close friends.
Having said this, I have to sigh with emotion.
Superman always seems to attract the attention of wealthy people, from Lex-Luthor to Bruce-Wayne.
One is a Metropolis capitalist, and the other is a Gotham people's rich man.
The only thing they have in common, besides being rich, is that they all have an unusual relationship with Clark-Kent.
Thinking about it again, Superman also has a journalist girlfriend whose father is General the Pentagon, which is a perfect template for a winner in life.
But it's understandable, after all, he sacrificed an entire planet of compatriots in exchange for this luck.
Lex left the mansion, drove a brand new sports car to the door of the Kent Family, and honked the horn twice.
Not long after, Clark appeared in front of him with two dark circles under his eyes.
"Get in the car."
Lex, wearing sunglasses, raised his chin.
"It's a rare weekend, you just sleep at home? Can you be a little energetic!"
Clark smiled bitterly. He was busy with schoolwork, rugby team training and poaching during the day.
Wearing Superman uniform at night, running from Kansas to Metropolis to fight criminals, punish evil and promote good.
Twenty-four hours a day, the schedule is full, and there is seriously not enough sleep time.
If Kryptonian Physiology wasn't so strong and relied on the sun to replenish energy, he would have died suddenly.
"Lex, I'm not interested in those parties, and I don't want to meet other girls."
Clark reluctantly got into the passenger seat. His new friend had been quite concerned about his relationship recently.
Not only does she specialize in holding parties and introducing partners, but she also teaches various tips on how to seduce girls.
Unfortunately, Clark belongs to the more innocent category.
He was completely unmoved by those girls with hot bodies, wearing hot pants and short skirts and twisting their waists, and he only had Lana in his heart.
"Clark, you have to enrich your life so that you won't be regarded as a 'nerd'."
Lex said with a smile.
"I took advantage of the town's equestrian competition to help you make an appointment with Lana."
The listless Clark suddenly seemed to be on stimulants. He opened his eyes wide and asked, "Equestrian competition?"
"That's right, you may not know that Lana was the equestrian Champion in this town for three consecutive years, and she also represented Kansas in an international championship at Metropolis."
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 stopped suddenly.
Why don't people who have farms and ranches at home know how to ride horses?
"There are still three days until the equestrian competition. You can learn now."
In order to help Clark get out of the singles, Lex also worked hard.
"I can be your equestrian instructor."
Seeing Lex being so active, Clark couldn't help but be touched.
He was wondering if he should ask his eldest cousin for a few days off and learn equestrian skills temporarily.
"I didn't expect you to know how to ride a horse? Do aristocratic private schools also 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 strict and wants me to do my best in everything."
"So, sitting next to you is an equestrian master, a professional skier, and... a fencing master."
Nepal east, Lukla Airport.
A Gulfstream Jet parked quietly on the runway. An old man with gray hair stood at the entrance of the lowered gangway, looking into the distance, as if waiting for a wanderer who was preparing to return home.
He wore a handmade suit and a pair of Oxford leather shoes, his hair was meticulously combed, and his accent had a distinct British accent.
Very much like the old-school aristocrats on TV.
After a long time, a figure finally appeared on the empty runway.
The other party walked near the passenger plane without any obstruction.
This is a young man who looks like a tramp. Although his face is covered with mud and dirt, his eyes are exceptionally bright, giving people a firm feeling.
"Master Wayne, you have been away for a long time."
The old man suppressed the joy in his heart and said in a teasing tone.
"Is this the latest fashion? To make yourself look like a beggar?"
That's right.
This travel-stained tramp is the proud son of Gotham, Bruce-Wayne, who has disappeared for many years.
He began to travel around the world a long time ago and experience low-level life. Even the old butler Alfred did not know his whereabouts.
It wasn't 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 he was also happy to see someone close to him.
During his time traveling around the world, he experienced a lot and learned a lot.
League of Assassins taught him how to arm his body and build a terrifying image.
Although, the concepts of Ra's al Ghul and Bruce-Wayne are not consistent.
But the latter is good at learning, absorbing the essence, discarding the dross, and perfecting his inner world.
"What is this? Superman?"
Bruce took a shower on the passenger plane and put on brand new clothes.
It had been a long time since he had experienced what it felt like to be clean.
"Metropolis is a new... superhero. It is said that he can fly and can lift a truck with one hand... it's amazing."
Alfred glanced at the newspaper and replied.
"Master Wayne, a lot of things have happened in the years since you left."
Bruce frowned slightly, his attention attracted by the red cloak on the newspaper.
Flying Superman?
"What about?"
Bruce looked away and asked casually.
"For example, in a legal sense, you are now Deadman."
Alfred shrugged and said with a bit of cold humor, "You have been missing for seven years. Gotham City people thought that the only heir of the Wayne Family died for various strange reasons."
"So, when I return to Gotham, it is equivalent to performing a miracle of resurrection from the dead?"
Bruce twitched the corner of his mouth, he didn't care about these details.
Before leaving, this Gotham proud man handed over all the huge inheritance left by his parents to the old housekeeper.
Although, Wayne Enterprises fell into the hands of those board members.
But as long as he wants to take it out, there is no difficulty.
"Gotham is still in the same bad shape?"
His thoughts dispersed for a while, then Bruce put back his distracting thoughts and raised the question he was most concerned about.
"Gotham has never changed, Master Wayne."
Alfred replied.
"Then it's time for some changes."
Bruce looked at the flowing clouds through the porthole and said this.