Seeing her constantly trying to sell flowers to passersby, but no one paid attention, Clark thought for a moment and decided to go over and buy a bouquet of flowers.
"I know you!"
Unexpectedly, the little girl immediately said she knew Clark.
The young girl selling flowers clasped her hands together, suppressing her excited tone, "This is truly like a dream! I mean, I never thought I'd see you in person! Wow, it's like winning the only grand prize from a pizza shop's impossible scratch-off ticket, it's truly, truly exciting!"
The little girl said excitedly.
Her speech was very fast, like a machine gun.
"You're Superman, right! I know, you're Superman! Although you're a bit different now than before, wearing black-rimmed glasses, I recognized you at first glance, you're Superman! Mr. Superman, I'm your idol! No, I mean, you're my idol!"
The little girl selling flowers had a youthful appearance, typical of an ordinary middle school student. At first glance, her appearance wasn't particularly striking.
What was noticeable was her blonde hair, which seemed to be bleached and had lost its luster, with black, stiff roots undeniably growing out.
Clark could feel the vitality radiating from her whole body!
She gave the impression of being a street girl who could survive anything.
"Um, Mr. Superman, I really didn't expect to see you here! Can I have your autograph?"
The little girl said excitedly, "You're really cool! I mean, you're really amazing at dealing with those aliens, like stomping on a bunch of suddenly appearing cockroaches, quickly getting rid of them!"
"That's so cool!"
Clark stood still, waiting for the little girl's excitement to subside.
After saying a few sentences, realizing that Clark was quietly watching her, the little girl had to stop talking and looked at Clark with a look of apprehension.
"I'm not Superman, you've mistaken me for someone else!"
Clark said to the other party with a wry smile.
Although he was a little happy to be recognized by a little girl, Clark would not admit that he was Superman.
"Of course I know, sir, you want to keep it a secret, that's why you won't admit it, right?"
The little girl said excitedly, "I can keep your secret, and I won't tell anyone, so can you give me an autograph?"
"Uh..."
Clark had a bit of a headache, not knowing how to deal with this somewhat clever fan in front of him.
Finally, he bought all the flowers in the little girl's hands to get rid of her.
Watching the overjoyed little girl leave, Clark let out a long sigh of relief.
He was about to turn and leave, but after seeing a few sneaky guys following behind the little girl, Clark frowned.
He had just bought all the girl's flowers, and if that money was coveted by some scum...
Clark thought for a moment and followed them.
On the other side, the girl, after asking Clark for an autograph and inquiring about a few things Clark casually brushed her off with, parted ways with Clark, feeling satisfied.
It took her about ten minutes to return to her small abode.
It was an apartment in an abandoned residential area, with only a handful of tenants living there.
The blinds of the hotel were tattered, cars occasionally whizzed by on the road, and dazzling lights shone into the window, making the room alternately bright and dim.
A car drove by, and by the light, the girl saw herself in the mirror.
"Look at you, you mess, like you just rolled off the highway. It would be terrible for Superman to see you in such a state!"
The girl thought to herself.
She took off her somewhat oversized clothes, revealing dirty and torn jeans and a white jacket.
"Today is a beautiful day. Although I didn't sell a single flower before, I also saw my favorite Superman, and most importantly, everyone thought Superman had disappeared! It turns out he's still doing well, and he's in my city. There's nothing happier than this."
She murmured softly, casually turning on the bedside lamp.
The dim yellow light immediately filled the simple, dilapidated room.
A cockroach was conspicuously sprawled in the center of the floor, motionless, perhaps startled by the sudden light.
"Go!"
The girl kicked the cockroach, "Hurry and run! I'll spare your life today!"
The cockroach, as if granted a great pardon, scurried into the folding bed.
The girl stood in front of the mirror again.
"An ancient soul is hidden within you!"
The girl thought of what her mother had told her, "An ancient soul? Or darkness and corruption, what does it matter?"
She looked at herself in the mirror, "You took your first step today, gaining Superman's initial approval. He thinks you're a fan who can support him! But that's not enough! You're still far from becoming the superhero who can save Superman in a crisis!"
The girl sighed and sat on the edge of the bed.
She wanted to become the superhero that Superman would look at with new eyes, an entity who could save Superman, not be saved by Superman.
After a while, from the dilapidated folding bed...
Those were sketches of various superheroes.
Superman and Homelander were printed at the top of the drawings. These were drawings she had secretly paid for from some fan artists when she was doing part-time work before.
Now she didn't like Homelander anymore, because of recent events, she started to dislike Homelander and gradually began to like Superman.
Knock knock knock!
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
The girl immediately alertly rolled to the other side of the bed and pulled out a dagger from under the bed frame.
This area was a mix of good and bad, a dangerous place often frequented by drug addicts and gang members.
So she was always very vigilant about her surroundings.
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