Chapter 2205: Autumn Arrives Late in the Golden City (Part 5)

"Your beauty is absolute, but I appreciate Wei En's temperament more," Lex said, rubbing his chin. "Especially when he wears the Batman suit. Don't you think that suit is somewhat... I don't want to be considered sexually harassing, but I think when Bruce Wei En designed that suit, he had certain considerations for attracting attention."

Clark laughed immediately, almost tilting to one side, and had to pinch his lips with his hand to keep from laughing out loud. He said, "I remembered something very funny, but you must promise me you won't think I'm sexually harassing either, before I can tell you."

Lex looked at Clark with some confusion, not knowing what other dirt he could spill about Bruce Wei En.

Clark cleared his throat hard, pressed his index finger and thumb against his lips, and said vaguely, "I swear I didn't mean to, but I've seen him change clothes."

Lex's eyes widened.

"I said you have to promise not to have any associations, and I didn't mean to, super vision, do you understand super vision?"

"When?"

"Before the two of us went back to my place, he had to go to the roof to stand guard. He usually changes clothes on the top floor of Wei En Tower, but that time he left a pair of arm guards at the manor."

"We had an appointment to take photos, and I had a date with Lois that night, so I just wanted to finish shooting and go back quickly, so I flew back to help him get things. When I came back, he was halfway through changing clothes."

"Wei En Tower has a glass curtain wall. I couldn't help but see it, but I swear I only looked once, and I didn't tell him, and you can't tell him either."

"What did you see?" Lex was becoming more and more curious.

Clark stretched out a hand and said, "You should know that Superman's costume is a complete bodysuit, only one layer. I hope you understand that the color of the crotch is different, it's just a pattern, not really wearing underwear on the outside."

Lex almost couldn't hold it in and laughed. So Clark knew what they were all discussing in private.

"But the Batman suit is different. Besides the cape, the main body of the Batman suit is divided into two parts: the internal bodysuit lining and the external armor. I suspect Bruce designed such a Batman suit to better protect himself."

Lex nodded. He could understand what Clark said because he could also clearly see the difference between Batman's uniform and Superman's uniform. The most obvious thing was that Batman's uniform had a belt and boots, sometimes with arm guards, sometimes not, and occasionally there would be shoulder guards and knee protection devices. This was obviously not added later, but existed from the beginning of the design.

"I wear a bodysuit just for the convenience of movement," Clark shrugged. "There is nothing in this world that can pierce the defense of my skin, so Superman's uniform is very thin. In short, it only has a decorative function."

"But Batman does need the protection of a bodysuit, so his inner lining bodysuit is more normal, composed of several layers of fabric, with decent defensive functions."

Then Clark pursed his lips and laughed. He said, "Following the laws of physics, if it's not thin enough, it's hard to be form-fitting. Just like wearing a shirt, you need something to pull the outer clothing straight and smooth."

Lex's eyes gradually widened because he knew very well that for most slightly formal occasions, people would wear suspenders between their shirts and suit jackets, and some would have armbands, not only to pull up their pants but also to keep the inner shirt smooth.

"So Batman wears suspenders inside his bodysuit? Doesn't it chafe?" Lex frowned and said, "The bodysuit is meant for the convenience of movement, isn't this going against the grain?"

But suddenly he reacted. Other Batmen might wear the Batman suit for the convenience of movement, but the one in his own universe was purely a tourist attraction, so as long as the visual effect was there, it was fine.

Clark waved his hand and said, "Not traditional suspenders, but fixing straps that go around the shoulders and back, made of a special material I don't quite understand, very thin and sticky to the skin, but that's not the point."

Lex pricked up his ears again. How could there be more experts?

"Do you know riding breeches?"

"Of course."

Clark stood up, stretched out his hands, and said, "Do you know that there was a historical period when riding breeches were tight-legged? Later, because these pants were very comfortable, people even changed them into pajamas."

Lex sat in the chair, looked up at him, and nodded. Of course he knew. In fact, in the history of Western clothing culture, there was a long period when high-waisted tights were a standard for men.

"So Batman also wears tights inside his bodysuit?" Lex's brows furrowed even tighter. He said, "What's the necessity of this?"

"Not exactly tights."

Lex stared at Clark.

Clark waved his hand significantly, twisted his waist, and covered his head, seemingly not knowing how to explain it to Lex.

Then he straightened his palms, spread his legs, and gestured diagonally inward from the middle of his thighs, then said, "There is no fabric on the inside here."

Lex was stunned. In his extremely rich knowledge reserve, a type of pants jumped before his eyes.

The development process of Western clothing history is very interesting, because the vast majority is a process of pragmatism defeating decorationism and then defeating pragmatism, which has led to many strange clothes derived in different historical periods.

Medieval men thought tights were good, very suitable for riding and hunting, and also convenient for going down to walk and pick up prey, so they used the combination of aprons and tights to solve their need to wear lower garments.

But soon, they found this wasn't quite right, because the apron wrapped around the waist was hot in itself, and adding tights made it even hotter. As everyone knows, long-term high temperature and lack of ventilation can easily lead to infertility, and there is also a significant risk of disease.

So they decided to do a subtraction, removing the part where the apron and tights overlapped, so it was both beautiful and ventilated.

But they still had to ride horses, and being bare-assed would chafe the ass. Anyway, only the front part needed protection, so just remove that part.

But soon they found it didn't work, because if the boundary between fabric and no fabric was exactly in the middle of the thigh, when riding a horse, the edge of the fabric would chafe the thigh, but a little higher, it would strangle certain things, so just go a little lower.

The length of the aprons worn by medieval men was about the same, just to the knees or a little below the knees, so if the removed part exceeded the knees, it wouldn't be very beautiful.

So the final product was that from the crotch to the middle of the thigh, the entire front to middle side had no fabric.

Although the development process was very scientific, fully demonstrating the game between Europeans in the aesthetic and practical choices of clothing, the result of this game was hard to say.

From the perspective of public order and good customs, if you are not Bruce Wei En and Clark Kent, then wearing it alone is a bit like sexual harassment.

"No way?" Lex said incredulously. "What was he thinking? And... how do you wear that thing?"

"This is the point I'm curious about," Clark sat down again, clapped his hands, and said, "I didn't see the process. When I looked, he had already put it on, and only from the back."

"Wait, what topic were we discussing just now?" Lex covered his eyes, wiped his face, and said, "We were discussing the problem of your suit. Why are we gossiping here about what Batman is wearing inside his bodysuit?"

"Because you want to know, don't you?" Clark turned to look at Lex and said, "You said Bruce Wei En is more handsome than me. Do you know how much money this private scoop can sell for? If I had ten such scoops, I could soon buy a residential complex like yours."

Lex rested his elbows on the armrests, covered his forehead, sighed deeply, and thought Clark made sense. If he published this news on any website, women all over the world and at least half of the men would go crazy.

"I think we should study your suit problem first."

Lex desperately tried to drive the clothing image he had imagined based on Clark's description out of his mind. He had never felt this was so painful before.

"I think my suit is fine, but if you think it's not, then I'm afraid you can only find a way, because I don't have a second one."

"It's definitely too late to customize now, but still, I think the style problem is more important. Have you tried dressing more old-school?"

Clark tilted his head, not understanding what old-school was. His mind recalled some British drama clips, and then his imagination drifted to the Middle Ages again. Lex was obviously the same.

He stretched out a hand and stood up, saying, "We can't stay here anymore. Gossip will burn our brains. There is a whole street of tailor shops near Green Street, which also sells some off-the-rack suits, usually more in line with the aesthetics of Cat Getan's upper class. We can go and pick one out."

"Off-the-rack suits usually have this or that problem, but I think these problems are not problems for you. You will definitely amaze everyone."

Clark also stood up, changed out of his suit, and when he walked out of the walk-in closet with his clothes, he said, "I just thought about it, I think his belt might be to hang the tights underneath..."

"But isn't the belt outside the bodysuit? How could... don't talk about this damn thing! Let's go!"

Pamela was organizing the folds of the cowl neck of her dress in front of the bathroom mirror. Talia had already crawled out of the bed and sat down at the vanity to start rummaging through Pamela's cosmetics.

"You've already started using La Mer skincare products? It's too early for you, let me see... why is the foundation shade so white?" Talia kept looking back at Pamela while rummaging.

"Is there a possibility that we are of different races? I am white," Pamela said, organizing her clothes without looking back.

"Green concealer, are you serious?" Talia picked up a tube with two fingers with some disgust and said, "What will you turn into? A garden gnome?"

Then she suddenly realized and said, "You also put makeup on plants?"

A throw pillow flew over. Talia blocked it casually. Pamela, wearing a silk cowl-neck dress, walked over and said, "I haven't seen you wear a third dress. What do you intend to wear tonight?"

"Am I invited? Don't talk nonsense, I won't go," Talia said, brushing her hair back. "I've had enough of this teacher and student pair. Let them go crazy together."

"You certainly have to go, because unfortunately, almost all the celebrities in Cat Getan have dealt with this professor. You can't explain to your father what kind of psychology you have for not attending such a banquet. Do you want him to know about your failure?"

Talia rolled her eyes slightly, but she still said, "How do you always make advice sound like a threat?"

She put down the things in her hand, turned around, and said, "Do you think I will find a suitable target at this banquet?"

"Usually you will only find more lunatics."

"As crazy as you?"

"As beautiful as me."

"That's enough." ===== CHAPTER 2206 =====