[Comprehensive British and American] Robin Girl Potter

The principal's room was silent for a few seconds, and the two adults stared at each other. Finally, the principal relaxed his frown.

He sighed like he had run a marathon.

"Okay, I apologize for my inappropriate words. To show my apology, Linda does not need to be detained or suspended from school. However, Linda must also promise not to use force to bully other students-even if they speak inappropriately First of all, beating is always wrong, and she can ask the teacher for help."

The headmaster sat down behind his desk, clasped his hands, and looked at Halle from Mr Kent.

"After all, this is...a private school. We need to consider various aspects of the relationship. Of course, Mr. Kent does not want to cause further disputes."

"I accept the principal's apology for Linda," he then turned to look at Halle, "Can you promise the principal that you will not fight with other students?"

Seeing Mr. Superman's serious expression, it was hard for Harry not to nod.

"I will also ask Linda to apologize to the children who were beaten. Of course, if they can first apologize for verbally bullying their classmates."

The headmaster nodded, he had already looked down at the documents, as if seeing off the guests

Mr. Kent pulled Harry up at the right time and walked out the door.

Before leaving the door, the headmaster's voice came from behind.Harry turned and saw that he hadn't even looked up.

"I suggest that Mr. Kent guide Linda to think about whether there is a better solution to the conflict than the orphanage's set of force suppression—you know, a civilized solution."

The headmaster put the accent on the word "civilization".

"This is a reasonable suggestion," Mr. Kent kept on walking. "In addition, I also suggest that the principal stop mentioning Linda's orphanage background. She is no longer an orphan."

Mr. Kent's big hand was warm, but Harry felt cold - this is a superman, a god-like existence.Harry couldn't see what "Mr. God" looked like now, was he angry and disappointed with himself?I don't know if "Mr. God" will punish "naughty" children-this is the principal's term.

If "Mr. God" wanted to hit her, he only needed to hit Artemis with one percent of the strength, and she would probably cry.

Could she be the first kid to get punched by Superman?

But she doesn't regret it, those bad boys should learn some lessons, if others don't dare to stand up, she will!

Harry just lowered his head and thought in a mess, and didn't notice Joe who had been waiting outside the principal's room.

"...Dad, Harry?" The boy's voice called her attention back, "I heard the conversation in the principal's office..."

Joe looked at Mr. Kent, then at Halle, "Are you... all right?"

Harry shrugged indifferently, "It couldn't be better."

Looking at herself now, she probably must have looked like a school bully, Harry thought quietly.

"Go back to class, Joe," Mr. Kent patted Joe's shoulder with his big hand, "I'll take Harry out for a walk."

Joe hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly, and before turning around, he still said to Harry, "Mom will make apple pie tonight, you must come."

Harley hummed perfunctorily, she was about to listen to Superman's reprimand, and she really couldn't get excited.

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Mr. Superman didn't teach the "naughty" her right away. In fact, after he came out of the principal's office, he didn't say a word to Harley, but gently took her hand and walked to the park outside the campus.

Harry secretly looked up at Mr. Superman's expression several times, and found that his face was relaxed and natural, like walking.

The winter sun gently shone on the two of them, one big and one young, and Harley also slowly relaxed.

Mr. Superman took Harry to sit on a bench in the park.

Well, it's time to start, Harry stiffened.

Mr. Superman waited a few more minutes before speaking.

"Sorry," the first sentence made Harry scratch his head, "I have been working - on missions, not on Earth," he smiled softly, "I have heard from your Uncle Bruce, Damian I revealed my secret identity to you on day one."

"Louis and I are very sorry for not picking you up at home immediately after filling out the adoption papers." This was the first time he met Harry's eyes after he came out of the principal's office.

The same clear blue as Xiao Qiao made Harry feel a little ashamed.She tried to reply, but found that her voice was a little hoarse. After swallowing a few times, she said cautiously, "It's okay, Mr. Kent, thank you for helping me..."

She paused, "Are you angry?...I found out about your secret identity."

"Of course not," he shook his head. "We were going to tell you. Besides, just call me Clark, or Uncle Clark, it's up to you."

Looking at the girl who was still tense and afraid to speak, Clark Kent aka Superman felt a little helpless.

"Are you... afraid of me?" He smiled wryly, "Your heart beats very fast."

"I won't punish you. I'm not angry about what happened today."

The girl was still unmoved, nodding with obvious perfunctory, her heart still beating like a drum in his ears.

"...Ah, it was Amazon's time..." Clark suddenly realized, remembering the picture that made him ashamed for a long time.

"Back then, I wasn't calm and objective enough. See, we all have our impulsive moments," he winked at Harry. "I'm just like you."

Clark waited for the girl's heartbeat to finally calm down before continuing the conversation (which was a long wait).

He really shouldn't be making fun of Bruce in the Watchtower for not being able to raise a baby girl, see, he's no better than Bruce himself.

"...We always need to talk about what happened today...do you have anything to say to me?"

Clark thought the girl would defend herself for a while before answering, but to his surprise, Harry's answer was direct and decisive.

"Those boys are really bad," the girl clenched her little fists on the school uniform skirt, "they satirized their classmates who were not confident, laughed at Joe, and laughed at me, using the most vicious language, they should be punished punish."

"Now that I have powers, I should use them."

Harry's expression was stubborn, as if he was ready to debate this issue with him at any time.

"I don't think what you did was wrong." Clark looked at the girl quietly, "You saw the injustice happening around you, so you stood up with Xiao Qiao and tried to stop it. This is a brave act. I think Bruce would be as proud of you as I was. You and Joe have shown the rest of the class that not everyone is going to sit on the sidelines when it comes to bullying."

Harry froze, is this...praising her for beating someone?This is also... not superhuman.

What surprised her even more was what Uncle Clark did next—he stood up, dazzled, changed into Superman's clothes in less than a second, and stretched out his hand to Harry.

"Would you like to go for a ride with me?"

This is the wish of almost every American child!Of course Harry kept nodding!

Uncle Clark, no, Mr. Superman hugged her and flew straight into the air. Harry saw the red cape fluttering in the wind.

The wind blowing in front of her seemed to have blown away some of her distress.

Looking at the city below from Superman's perspective is completely different from sitting in a helicopter-there is no cloud cover, and the vision is now clearer.

The city turned into a toy model, and Harley saw the vibrancy of the metropolis, the continuous flow of vehicles was like blood flowing in the city, and the golden ball of the Daily Planet glistened in the sun.

Superman took off his cape and wrapped Harry around him.

Seeing Harry's questioning expression, Uncle Clark replied, "I'm going to speed up. Without the cloak, you might not be able to bear it."

Halle thinks she probably flew to Africa after a vertigo, because she saw grasslands and animals.

A few seconds later, after flying across a wilderness, she saw gunpowder smoke and artillery fire, and heard screams and cries.

And she and Superman were just watching from a distance above.

"I know you must want to ask, why didn't I fly down to save people and stop this atrocity," Uncle Clark's voice came from above Harry's head, and at the same time, she felt a slight vibration in her chest next to her face.

"For political considerations, the Justice League cannot intervene in conflicts between these countries and regions. Because once we intervene, we will inevitably be involved in more countries, making the situation more complicated, and may even develop into a world war.

He looked into Harry's eyes, "This is the real evil and disaster, far more terrifying than the ridicule from a few boys who are strong outsiders. I hope you can look at the problem from a broader perspective-and your abilities matching perspective."

Uncle Clark looked at the ground again, his eyes full of compassion.

It also exudes a brilliance that only a superman can have.

"Confronting violence with violence is never the only solution."

On the ground, another bomb exploded. Clark saw the bloody scene with his extraordinary eyesight. Although he knew that the girl would not be able to see clearly, he still covered Harry's eyes and flew her back to the United States. territory.

The two of them were sitting at his favorite metropolitan attraction - the rooftop with the Golden Globe sculpture of the Planet Daily.

Harry nibbled on a donut and devoured it.

"Don't worry about the principal's words. To be precise, I am also an orphan." Clark felt that this point must be emphasized.

"Although it's not good to mention this, your Uncle Bruce is also an orphan."

"Born is not a reason for a person's personality to be questioned."

"The principal is also a human being, and as a human being, he has his own limitations. Even if he sits in the position of a leader, it does not necessarily prove that what he says is authoritative. As a student, you can have the ability to think independently. The basic cognition of superstitious authority."

Thinking of this incident again, Harry felt that the taste of the donut in his mouth had changed.

"I have something to confess..." The girl's voice was small and trembling.

"Back then, when they humiliated me, I wanted to hurt them, and I really did."

"I think I'm a bad guy, Uncle Clark..."