【 General Anh My 】 Great Pursuit At The Next Door

This morning, Anthony had a rare glimpse of Clark.

The little reporter was rarely sweating profusely, pushed open the door, rushed down the stairs, his steps seemed a little bulky, and he ran downstairs in a hurry.

Anthony pushed open the door, "Clark, do you need me to give you a ride?"

The great Superman was tempted by Anthony's car.

Clark watched Anthony open the car door with toast in his mouth, sat down with him, fastened his seat belt, and saw that the jam on the toast in Anthony's mouth was about to run down, and subconsciously reached out to help.

Anthony started the car and looked at him suspiciously.

Clark reacted to his suspicious movements and coughed, "I'm sorry, I saw that your jam was about to drip down, and I couldn't help it... I'm sorry.

Anthony mumbled, "It's fine."

He pressed the rest of the toast into his mouth and drove the car out of the underground garage with his cheeks puffed.

"What's going on today? You used to wake up pretty early. "

Well, just overslept..."

, "I think you might have slept out of your mind," Anthony said with a smile, "Look at your tie."

Clark hurriedly looked in the rearview mirror to straighten his dress.

Anthony turned on the navigation, tried to avoid the traffic jams, and smoothly sent the little reporter to the Planet Daily, before he was late.

Clark got out of the car: "Thank you Anthony!".

He rushed into the company building at the last minute and was glared at by Perry. He cheekily squeezed into the elevator, and Louise was there.

The tall female reporter looked at him with gossipy eyes: "Who is sending you to work today?girlfriend?"

Clark immediately turned red: "No, no, it's just a neighbor."

"Is it a girl? "

No, it's just my buddy. Clark was afraid that she would misunderstand, "It's just an ordinary friend, and he rubbed his car so as not to be late."

Louise let out an "oh ---", and Clark didn't know what she meant, just stood nervously in the corner of the elevator.

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Anthony walks around the lab, carefully watching the cubs' experiments, reminding them from time to time.

His gaze swept over the corner of the lab. Nolan still came to school, but his mental state was very bad at first glance, his face was pale, his dark circles were heavy, and his hair was messy.

And the number of people in the class was even, and it was supposed to be a group of two, but someone chose to work in a group of three, leaving him alone in the corner.

Anthony walked over slowly, stopping a boy from pouring too much copper sulphate into the beaker on the way. Nolan was completely absent-minded, not experimenting at all, and not perceiving the teacher's death gaze.

Anthony saw that the various experimental equipment on his desk was still neatly arranged, and it was obvious that it had not been moved. Well, he took at least one test tube.

Nolan lowered his head and wandered, put his right index finger into the test tube, and slowly rotated.

Anthony knocked on his test bed, and Nolan immediately jumped up like an electric shock.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Pate. He glanced up, then immediately lowered his head.

"Schmidt, can you tell me why you're not experimenting?" Nolan's

pale face immediately crept up with a large flush, burning with fire. He heard the head-to-ear chatter in the lab had completely disappeared, replaced by mocking laughter.

Anthony stared at him. Nolan is actually good at hands-on activities like labs, but he is terrible at homework and exams. But today Nolan is not even willing to do it.

"Schmidt, please take your finger out of the test tube first.

Bursting into laughter again, Nolan tried to separate the tube from his fingers, but apparently failed. He snorted and said, "I'm sorry teacher, I'm stuck."

"Hahahahaha---

Anthony changed his face, took Nolan's hand, and turned back to the laughing students and yelled, "Quiet! Now we need to help Schmidt!"

The students all turned obediently, but many of them still turned their heads secretly.

Anthony pulled Nolan's hand under the faucet and lubricated it with water, but he still couldn't pull it out. Nolan's lips were trembling, and he could feel his index finger go numb.

Breaking the test tube will definitely hurt Nolan. Anthony instructed the students to do their own experiments, pulling Nolan to the toilet, lubricating them with hand sanitizer and slowly turning the test tubes.

Nolan looked at the teacher in front of him who was seriously saving his fingers, and suddenly his nose was sore.

Anthony finally slowly took out the test tube, rubbed Nolan's blood-lost index finger, looked up and saw that Nolan had already cleared his tears, and wondered, "Does it hurt?" Nolan

shook his head, and the snot came out.

Anthony pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket: "If it's okay, we'll have to go back to the lab."

Nolan obediently followed the teacher back to the lab, this time he didn't get distracted and quickly finished the experiment.

The lab class was the last one, and the children couldn't wait to leave after class. Anthony checks the test bench as usual, only to find that there is another person.

"Schmidt, aren't you going home yet?" Nolan

said nothing, just looking at him.

Anthony propped up the table and said gently, "Nolan, if you need someone else's care or something, you have to express your love and needs first. "Don't waste my time,

nolan thought about it for a while. Domestic violence, his younger brother, his puppy....

But, in the end, he only said, "Teacher, next Saturday is my birthday..."

, Anthony was stunned for a moment, but said, "Okay, wait for my present." Do you need another classmate to help you celebrate your birthday?"

Nolan tugged at his jacket pocket, "No thanks, goodbye."

Anthony watched him walk away. Speaking of which, how can a child who dares to carry a gun look so much like a quail in front of him? According to other teachers, he will pounce on him and fight with others when he is teased.

He tugged at the corners of his mouth, it was really troublesome.

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Clark bites his nails while sitting in his position.

Now he faces two troubles. First, the editor-in-chief gave him the task of arranging Superman's scandal, and he begged the editor-in-chief to let him go, but Perry firmly stated that he needed to practice side-cutting journalism.

Clark: "How am I going to face Superman in the future?" "Superman

is magnanimous and won't take it personally. "

No, Superman cares. Clark thought wistfully.

The second is about his second identity. Last night, out of humanitarianism and a desire to make vigilante friends, he flew to Gotham.

As a result, the god of earth has just landed in an alley and tried to stop a drug deal, when he is stabbed in the face by a Batmobile.

The pitch-black Batman appears and says to him in a throat cancer voice, "You are not welcome in Gotham, aliens." Clark

raised his hands: "I'm sorry, Batman, but I have no ill will, I'm here to help."

Superman felt that his acting skills were so good, and he hid his shock at seeing that under Batman's mask was Lord Wayne, the richest man in Gotham.

He was also 100% sure that a hint of softness flashed across Bruce's face. But in the next second, the Batmobile's muzzle was aimed at him.

"Superman, you can't save Gotham. I don't trust you either. The

god of the world didn't want to get into trouble with his colleagues, and he tried to defend himself aggrievedly. But he could see that Batman's expression was more determined.

Superman flies, thinking that Batman can't fly anyway, and he can't stop himself. But there was a dazzling light above him, and he looked up and saw a black warplane.

He was attacked, and he still thought: Batman is so rich. Why is he so poor as a vigilante?

Superman endures the attack while trying to intercede, hoping that Batman will accept his help. But as they pass by a bunch of robbers tied up by Batman, they also shout, "Superman get out of Gotham!".

The aggrieved Superman flew out of Gotham, sat on the beach for a long time, and found that the east side was white, and then suddenly realized that it was time to go to work.

That's when the morning is busy.

Clark sighed heavily, looked at the white computer screen, and took another sip of coffee.

Louise passed by: "Clark, Perry has criticized you many times, saying that you always go to the bathroom, and I think it's better for you to drink less coffee."

Clark put down his glass and covered his face. Ahh

Although he still went out to prevent a car accident, he still did go to the toilet.

In the restroom cubicle, Clark pulls out his phone and finds that Anthony has recommended a novel to him. It is a love story, beautifully written, and the plot is plain with sadness.

Anthony intended to discuss the author with him, but Clark fell into deep thought.

Plagiarism is shameful, plagiarism is shameful, plagiarism is shameful....

But it's okay to refer to those romance novels, right?