Chapter 4333: Man of Steel (45)

And when she lay on the hospital bed, looking directly into Clark's eyes, she wanted to find a few points of blame or distrust in them. But in reality, she only saw a lethal amount of emotion and tears in those incredibly blue eyes.

No one can face Superman's tears. Lois couldn't help but look away. But Clark had no intention of letting her go; he walked to the bedside, sat down, held Lois's hand, and said with a choked voice: "You actually did so much for me, Lois..."

"Ahem, then I admit, a part of it was indeed done by me." Schiller said.

Clark rolled his eyes at him in the gap of being moved.

"Actually, even if my background was revealed, it wouldn't be anything." Clark said, "You didn't have to risk your health to do these things. I'm not as fragile as you think; even if they don't trust me, I will still do what I should do."

Lois shook her head and said: "No, Clark. Think back carefully, in the years you've been on Earth, haven't there been many people helping you?"

Clark thought along with her question. The answer was of course yes. Over the years, he had met countless good people.

Not to mention anything else, just back in school, he didn't know how many times he had revealed his special abilities, but in reality, this matter didn't even spread to the school gate; no one leaked the secret at all.

That school bus that flipped into the lake had quite a few people sitting in it, and he fished the school bus out right in front of them. Even the little fatty who had the most malice toward himself at the time and mocked him constantly, later his mother also brought him to thank him and promised that this matter would absolutely not be spread. And the other children must have also received such teachings from their parents.

You know, although the students were in school in a small town, their parents weren't necessarily from the small town; they might have returned from a big city, or might have received higher education. They had channels to connect with the outside world, and as long as any one of them made a phone call to report, those intelligence agencies would have come knocking the next day.

It can be said that he didn't experience a childhood of hiding and wandering, but lived stably on the Kent family farm. The simple folk customs of Smallville and people's kindness played a crucial role. Clark sometimes couldn't figure out how so many people chose to protect him at the same time; this was actually very counter-intuitive, a bit too idealistic.

Not to mention that after he grew up, he found a job as soon as he looked for one, and he had also saved colleagues who encountered danger in other jobs, and they were all discovered, but in the end, nothing happened, everyone kept their mouths shut, as if it hadn't happened.

After entering the Daily Planet, he did encounter some annoying colleagues, but this group of annoying people were like that to everyone, and weren't specifically targeting him. Although the editor-in-chief had a bad temper and loved to take small advantages, he didn't say a word when he asked for leave for his injury. Just think about those homeless people who lost their jobs because of a small mistake and had to live in the tent area, Clark felt he was a bit unlikeable.

And he and Bruce Wayne didn't have any friendship, and even the relationship between the two was very bad at the beginning, but Bruce was still helping him, basically never refusing his requests, and even spent time talking to him.

Even if Bruce didn't act as Batman much, he still had such a large group; the time of such people is very valuable, and he actually occupied his whole night. If he spent this time on work, he might be able to earn millions of dollars.

And Diana, the two of them were really strangers, but Diana still picked him up, and even tolerated him making a fuss in her house, not only was her requirement for him terribly low, but she helped with all the help she could.

Lois goes without saying. They didn't have any relationship either; if you have to say it, it's just that they met a few times by chance, let alone a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, he didn't even dare to say his liking yet, the other party really tried her best to help him solve the trouble.

And Schiller, although this person is a big liar, Clark just feels that he is like the kind of person who, because a baby cries and refuses to take medicine, wraps the medicine as candy and stuffs it into his mouth. The process is slightly rough, the deception component is very heavy, but the medicine is indeed effective.

So facing Lois's inquiry, Clark nodded vigorously and said: "Yes, too many people have helped me, so many that I feel a bit unreal."

"One or two might just be their kindness, or they are a good person who helps everyone, but I think you have already discovered that it is impossible for so many people to be like this. Then why do you think they all help you?"

Clark thought for a long time, but really couldn't think of it. He couldn't say it was because he was worth it, right? He wasn't that worth it, right?

Lois still wanted to say something, but at this time the nurse came in and said: "Sorry, visiting hours are over, don't talk to the patient anymore, she needs to rest."

So, Clark and Schiller had to leave the ward together. Standing in the corridor, Clark fell into deep thought, obviously still thinking about that question.

His eyes glanced at Schiller, then glanced away, cleared his throat and said: "Did you hear what Lois said?"

"Of course. I'm glad you two didn't intend to hide it from me."

"It sounds like we can hide it from you. No kidding, why do you think it is?"

Schiller stopped his steps, and the two stood in front of the hospital corridor window on this floor. Schiller looked out the window and said: "There are very few purely kind people in this world, you should admit that, right?"

Clark nodded.

"Most people do good deeds to provide themselves with emotional value, and in most cases, they can only provide emotional value. After all, stories like saving a beggar and having him come back to repay the favor after becoming the world's richest man after many years probably only exist in books."

Clark nodded again. He could understand what Schiller said. Some people do good deeds because they can't bear it, but some are indeed to satisfy their own moral needs. But this cannot be blamed, because no matter what, they did good deeds after all.

"However, you are different." Schiller turned his head to look at Clark and said, "People see a possibility in you."

"What?"

"You might have heard a story: a child walks on the beach, constantly throwing fish back into the sea. Someone said 'no one cares if these fish will be saved', and the child answered him 'this one cares, that one also cares'. Then suppose, what he threw back wasn't a fish, but a nuclear bomb?"

Clark couldn't help but scratch his head. He narrowed his eyes at Schiller, with a "are you serious" expression.

"If he threw back a nuclear bomb, then there must be a lot of people who care. Because, a nuclear bomb can probably pollute a piece of coastline, and if he throws it like this, it won't be long before the whole Earth becomes nuclear wasteland."

"What I want to say is, if he picks up a fish, then he only has emotional value, throwing the fish won't bring him any return, it just makes him feel happy; but if he picks up a nuclear bomb, and he happens to be an anti-human and anti-social element, then this can help him destroy the Earth, which is his greatest wish, and his behavior brings him huge benefits."

"Do you have to use such a metaphor?" Clark said with his hands on his hips, "Can't you change it to something more beautiful?"

"You just need to understand the meaning." Schiller waved his hand and said, "My meaning is, you are equivalent to this nuclear bomb. Usually, people do good deeds, just to satisfy themselves, they know in their hearts that this cannot change society, and they cannot make the Earth better by themselves."

"But you are different. In their view, you are a very powerful super-powered person, you can save many people with a wave of your hand. Then suppose they invest some kindness in you, which is actually the same as the good deeds they did in the past, but it may make this Earth get a huge change like a nuclear bomb entering the sea."

"Stop using this metaphor!"

"Fine. In short, they see the possibility of change in you. They know they don't have this power, so they pin their hopes on you, hoping that you can truly change their lives one day. This is possible, and the possibility is very high."

"And the things they have to do are not that difficult, just accepting you like an ordinary person, not going around shouting about your specialness, or helping you within their power, this is clearly a stable investment that won't lose money."

"But..." Clark still didn't quite believe it, he said, "Then why don't they treat others like this? I mean, there are other super-powered people, right? Why don't they pin their hopes on others? Why does it have to be me?"

"Not to mention how rare super-powered people are, it is already very lucky for an ordinary person to meet one super-powered person. There is a necessity in this."

"Necessity?"

"The group of people who help you, the poor and the weak have received your favor, for example, people saved by you, or people who feel that they might be saved by you one day, even for their own survival, they won't offend you, but will protect you, in the hope that one day they can also get your help."

Clark nodded, he understood this. In fact, he had accepted such hints many times before; some of his colleagues, after discovering his specialness, hinted that they wouldn't talk about it, and this often appeared in some high-risk industries, such as forest rangers and sailors. These people wish they had a super-powered person by their side, which can save lives at critical moments. Parents of students are the same; you know, American campuses are not that safe.

"And those strong people, that is, the leaders in the ordinary people's society, their help to you is more like an investment. For example, Bruce, and also Diana. They believe that your powerful strength can be useful at certain times, stop disasters, and resist foreign enemies. As long as they help you become better, the safety factor of the whole Earth will rise, and no one hopes for Earth's safety more than them, so they will help you."

"So that's how it is." Clark said.

"In fact, such kindness is better than simple kindness. Because as long as you can always be just and powerful, they will always stand on your side. As long as you do what you should do, they can tolerate many of your shortcomings and be very patient with you."

Clark couldn't help but nod vigorously; he had already discovered that Bruce and Diana's requirements for him were basically that he knew how to run home when it rained, not to mention slightly higher than a baby, but also second only to duckweed.

"And you?"

Clark suddenly reacted, Schiller didn't seem to belong to either kind. Because he looked like the kind of terrorist who would want to see the Earth burning, he had no reason to help himself, right?

Schiller looked at his eyes with a smile and said: "I was your fan in my last life."

"What?"

"I like Superman very much." Schiller lowered his eyes and said in a voice that Clark could barely hear, "I finished all your stories, they are very good-looking, I love watching them very much."

"I really like Superman." Schiller lowered his eyes and said in a voice that Clark could barely hear, "I've finished all your stories; they are very good, and I love reading them."