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"This place looks nice, Clark."

Lois Lane took Clark's hand and walked into the restaurant on the top floor of a building in the Metropolis. The decor here is very luxurious without being overly aggressive. It not only makes people feel the grade of this place, but also does not seem too extravagant.

The waiter showed them the way, and the two walked to their seats. Located next to the floor-to-ceiling windows, the scenery is very good, just to see the scenery of the entire metropolis, and have a panoramic view of those scenery.

"How did you find this place?" Louise asked softly, leaning into his ear.

"Recommended by a friend. If he comes to Metropolis on business, he will basically eat here."

The two sat down, and Louise looked around again and asked with a smile, "This place must have cost you a lot of money."

"Ah, it's actually okay..." Clark adjusted his sitting position, he replied.

It's really good, after all, he didn't pay at all. A certain diamond king who was far away in Gotham asked him to come to this restaurant for dinner with a wave of his hand, and also told him that it was an industry under his own name, and he could eat whatever he wanted.

His original words were: "You'll be fine even if you eat here for a month."

Louise said suddenly, "You should have told me earlier."

"what?"

The reporter rolled her eyes: "Oh, Clark Kent, don't play stupid, you know what I'm talking about."

"I really don't know, what are you referring to?"

"Very well, Mr. Kent, you don't want to sleep in my bed tonight."

"Ah, about that..." Clark said awkwardly. "Actually, I'm not going to go to your place tonight."

Opposite him, Louise has narrowed her eyes: "Huh?"

Clark looked around. He approached Louise and whispered, "The Justice League has a meeting tonight, and I have to go to a meeting, Louise."

"Really?" Louise laughed twice.

Clark suddenly felt that his calf was touched by something soft. He looked down and found that under the table, a foot wearing black stockings was gently touching his calf.

He looked up immediately and said with a straight face, "It's true, Louise. There is indeed a meeting tonight."

Louise cupped her cheeks with her hands and looked at the man fascinatedly, her red lips parted lightly: "Of course I believe you won't lie to me, Clark... I'm just surprised, it turns out that Superman is not good at things. ."

Across from her, Clark Kent blushed and said nothing. Seeing this, Louise became playful. She approached the other's face and whispered in his ear, "I bought a very light pajamas, the black you like."

Clark, who had never felt so embarrassed before, took a deep breath and was about to say something to ease the situation. But the waiter who brought the dishes saved him from the trouble of speaking. After all, he really didn't speak much.

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that night.

Inside the Justice League lobby.

Superman was wearing his uniform, sitting in the main seat with a serious face, apparently thinking, but in fact he only had the words of Louise in his mind, which kept circling.

Green Lantern, Hal Jordan is not currently on Earth, and he is not present at this meeting. The Flash is usually the last to arrive, which is funny, the fastest man in the world, but he's always late. And Martian Manhunter and Sea King have something to do.

As for bats? He's been absent from three meetings - it's not quite right to say that he's absent, he just uses holographic projections to attend meetings every time.

So, only three people attended the meeting this time. Superman, Wonder Woman and Cyborg.

The door of the conference room opened automatically, and the heavy footsteps that were characteristic of the steel frame came.

"Oh, Clark, you came early."

"Um...good evening, Victor," Superman replied casually.

"Where's Diana?"

"I don't know, maybe I'm busy collecting antiques there again... What time is it?"

Cyborg, who is always connected to the network, said: "11:23 minutes and fifty-seven seconds... Well, it's eleven twenty-four minutes now."

"Do you have to be accurate to the second every time?"

Cyborg looked at him with a serious face: "Hey, man. I'm a cyborg, you know what I mean? Machines are accurate, so I'm so accurate in my speech, including counting. If you don't like it, I can I'm going to sue you for discriminating against robots. And I'm black, so you're doubly discriminatory!"

"Damn it, Victor, this joke isn't funny at all."

"Isn't it funny?" Victor Stone scratched the back of his head in confusion, his metal fingers making a screeching noise as he collided with his skull: "But when I talk to other people, they all think it's funny. "

Superman's eyes rolled upward involuntarily, and of course they were amused. Racist jokes can only be told by black people with black people.

But then again, that was a really good joke.

Before Diana came, Superman decided to ask a question: "Hey, Victor."

"What's wrong?"

"You... uh, I mean, did you... had a girlfriend before you became this way?"

"Oh!" Cyborg yelled, hurt, and he shouted, "Even if you don't think it's funny, you shouldn't be so short!"

"Huh? Haven't you ever had a girlfriend? You're the quarterback of the football team!"

The remaining half of Cyborg's face turned red, although he couldn't tell because of his complexion: "I... Whoever stipulated that a quarterback must have a lot of girlfriends! I'm very conservative! I still want to talk about it. A love for the purpose of marriage..."

He spread his hands in frustration.

Superman also sighed: "Well, it seems that I really have to ask Bruce about this. You and Diana probably can't help me."

Cyborg raised his one-sided eyebrow in disapproval: "Hey, be careful. You're talking to someone who can interact with all the knowledge bases in the world, what's wrong with UU reading www.uukanshu.com I can't give an answer?"

"This is..."

"Hurry up!" Cyborg patted his chest confidently, and the metallic sound of bang bang bang spread throughout the conference room.

"Are you sure?"

"certainly!"

"Then I said that?"

"What's the matter with you, Clark? Come on! Let me hear what's stumbling you!"

"Okay..." Superman approached Cyborg's ear and slowly said a word. Then, Cyborg fell into contemplation.

His expression froze, and the whole person froze there, like a silver fossil.

"Victor? Victor! How are you?" Superman patted him.

"Huh? What? Oh, I'm all right, good night, Clark!" He repeated the words he had just entered with enthusiasm, as if he had woken up from a short circuit.