Chapter 30: Mediocrity and the Crown of God

　　Clark, who was waiting for the solution, asked in vain. He temporarily put aside the pitiful Dousha Huihui, ruthlessly took back his trouser leg from the robot, and went to the laboratory that the robot mentioned.

　　"Ms. Ruan Mei?" He walked through the dim corridor and knocked on the door of the laboratory. The touch of his finger bones did not feel like steel or paint, but should be some kind of high-tech alloy.

　　The fragrance of plum blossoms suddenly rushed to his nose. Even with his extremely sensitive sense of smell, he felt that the smell was refreshing.

　　"Every petal in this world will fall one day."

　　It should have been a closed space, but a breeze blew at some point, picking up the falling plum blossoms, which swirled around Superman's body, and were then blown away by the wind, scattering into tiny dots of starlight.

　　Ruan Mei appeared in Clark's sight stepping on the starlight. She held up the last petal with her fingertips, looked at it with affection, but then ruthlessly discarded it.

　　The petals fell to the ground without any sound.

　　"Hello, dear. I have already solved your truth ejaculation." The beautiful elder sister spoke sweet words, but the darkness in her eyes was so deep that it was hard to figure out and she was extremely infatuated.

　　The scenery she wore when she lowered her head was charming, with a hint of tenderness between her brows. A spiral hairpin was inserted in her black hair, and Su's cheongsam outlined her beautiful curves.

　　Beauty is a deadly and effective weapon.

　　Superman tried to clench his fist, but found that he couldn't do it: "When did it happen? Was it just a breeze just now?"

　　Ruan Mei answered irrelevantly: "Your sense of smell is incomparable to that of ordinary humans. This is good. It means that my medicine will take effect quickly. Don't worry about any sequelae, dear."

　　"You never had permission to play with other people's bodies like this." Clark frowned, very angry. The only reason he didn't take action now was the strong virtue of not bullying the weak.

　　Ruan Mei, who could knock down Superman without showing up, trembled her eyelashes slightly, made a gesture of admitting her mistake, and slid to her knees very quickly: "I'm sorry, dear."

　　But I will dare to do it next time.

　　"Please forgive me. I am not sure whether you can really arouse the interest of the Star Gods, so I resorted to this desperate measure. I cannot expect your forgiveness, but I promise that if you are willing to participate in the simulated universe project, you will gain the friendship of the Genius Club."

　　The player skillfully painted a rosy picture for Superman, but his words were full of threats: "I will give you a corresponding [reward]."

　　Just trying to attack in his heart made Superman's hair stand on end, as if he was facing Darkseid.

　　Compared with the arrogant and difficult-to-get-along-with Black Tower, Ruan Mei is even more threatening. Clark doesn't believe that such a person would be willing to hide. Beneath the mask of a gentle beauty, there must be unimaginable ambitions.

　　"What reward?" Superman asked calmly, without taking a step back.

　　"It's up to you. Currency, gems, a special interview, rare intelligence, or even a cure for a special disease."

　　Nguyen Mei gave Clark the right to choose, and she believed that this people's superhero would make a reasonable choice.

　　My grandfather was saved by the theory published by Ms. Black Tower... The words of adoptive mother Martha suddenly appeared in Clark's ears.

　　As a superman, he theoretically monitors the voices of the whole world. He listens to more prayers outside the intensive care unit than God, and he shares the grief of those in front of the bed without words.

　　"Any disease?" Superman's eyes lit up, and the anger he felt from being teased all day disappeared in an instant.

　　Compared with the patients who were saved, the humiliation he suffered was really insignificant. Just by agreeing to one condition, he could save millions of patients, which was much more efficient than saving car accidents all over the world.

　　At the same time, the player shook the system's collar in a cold sweat: "Although I am a medical idiot, the Ruan Mei I play can do it, right?"

　　"Get out of the way!" The system, which had not had a mouthful for a long time, smoothed its collar and said, "Don't worry, host. This little permission will not be a problem."

　　The players immediately swelled up.

　　The best way to deal with superheroes is to make them believe that their actions can save innocent people. Under the temptation of curing terminal illnesses, Clark happily accepted the test of the simulated universe.

　　Having said that, the Black Tower has not yet adjusted the parameters of the simulated universe (it hasn't even been over half a day since Aha escaped), so Superman is still free of worries for now. Looking at Ruan Mei who was about to leave after solving the problem, Clark called her.

　　"What should you do with the life you created?" He thought about the poor bean paste gray. Although it was in the shape of a pastry, it did not hinder its daily movement at all. It was also a very magical species.

　　But Ruan Mei didn't care too much about the failed species she created: "I originally wanted to create a new species that was born with geniuses, but failed. I think Ester on the space station should take care of them."

　　"Doushahuihui has feelings, and they will definitely miss you, their creator." Superman tried to awaken Ruan Mei's compassion.

　　"I'm sorry, dear, but I have more important experiments to do. But since you care so much, why don't you try to take care of them?"

　　Ruan Mei casually threw the responsibility to Superman and turned and left. Her back was gradually swallowed up by the dim corridor. The petals on the ground disappeared without a trace, as if she had never been there.

　　In the consciousness space, the player rested his head on his hands: "How is the patch integration going? Superman already knows so many things, it should be almost done, right?"

　　The system pushed its eyes and said, "There is still a long way to go. Superman has not completely deciphered the secrets of the space station. Although he knows about the simulated universe and cat cakes, he still knows nothing about the star core."

　　The player curled his lips and said, "It's impossible to really create a star core spirit. It seems that we have to arrange a wave of plots. I hope the things in the void will be quiet. It's still tiring to put them in a real-world suit."

　　Superman's cell phone beeped.

　　Clark opened the chat interface and Esta sent him a text message: "Mr. Kent, the special life forms studied by Ms. Ruan Mei are currently placed in the confinement section. The space station is currently short of manpower, so I would like to ask you to cultivate these little guys."

　　What a quick move! I wonder how a scientist like Ruan Mei, who comes and goes without a trace, can contact Estelle, through the breeze and scent molecules?

　　Clark, who had a strange misunderstanding of Ruan Mei, agreed to Ester's request. He was already interested in these poor little lives, and it was a way to pass the time before the simulated universe was repaired and he got paid.

　　Clark returned to the previous place, trying to find Dousha Huihui and the nanny robot. The place was full of culture media for unfamiliar plants. Some of the culture tanks were marked with signs prohibiting touching. Outside the huge glass window was the azure blue earth.

　　"Red bean paste gray?" Superman pricked up his ears, trying to use his super hearing to find the location of the cat cake.

　　"Don't be stubborn, don't be stubborn..." A weak voice came from the cultivation field. Superman parted the grass and saw Dousha Huihui and the little robot.

　　"What's wrong? Dousha Huihui?" Clark looked at the trembling Maomaogao and used his big hands to soothe its body without hesitation.

　　"Ding - Dousha Huihui has learned that he will be released into the space station, and Ms. Ruan Mei will not go with them."

　　The nanny robot explained everything diligently.

　　This is what a genius thinks. Clark knows that Ruan Mei is far from being as harmless as she looks. She seems to have some terrible ambitions. For Maomaogao, who has no abilities, it is better for him to be placed in a space station.

　　But the truth is this, and I still can't say this: "I'm sorry, Dousha Huihui, I will try my best to change Ms. Ruan Mei's mind."

　　"Don't be stubborn, don't be stubborn." Dousha Huihui shook his head, as if he had made some kind of decision.

　　"Ding - it means that it will work hard to achieve results and catch up with Ms. Ruan Mei."

　　"Don't be stubborn, don't be stubborn!" The black and gray cat stared at Superman with its big eyes.

　　"Ding - Dousha Huihui wants you to breed a new companion. Ms. Ruan Mei has already prepared the life baking box. It's a completely fool-proof operation."

　　Superman, who happened to receive Estelle's commission, agreed immediately: "I understand, I will do my best."

　　"You never seem to think before you agree." Suddenly, a voice sounded from the stairs on the second floor, accompanied by the sound of a stone slab "clicking" shut.

　　Clark quickly protected the cat cake behind him and looked up -

　　A handsome plaster head looks down at Superman. He is wearing Greek-style scholar's clothes, and his exposed arms have clear muscle lines. It seems that this scholar is very good at "persuasion" in various senses.

　　"It's you? Aren't you from the company?" Superman still remembers the man who walked through the crowd with a plaster head. Excuse me for being frank, but generally speaking, guys like this who cover their faces with strange things are villains who are to be beaten in the story.

　　"I'm glad you still remember me, Clark Kent, the young reporter from the Daily Planet. I don't want to know why you are here and why you are so closely related to these creatures, but it is obvious that you have forgotten your original goal."

　　The plaster-headed man spoke slowly, in a very elegant but very annoying way.

　　Finally, someone came who didn't see through his true identity at a glance. Superman hugged his vest tightly: "I haven't forgotten. I'm looking for Ms. Black Tower."

　　"Hmph," the plaster-headed man gave a suppressed sneer, as if he was suppressing some kind of mockery. "I'm not interested in beating around the bush with you, Clark Kent. Since you've been talking to Station Chief Ester for more than 15 minutes right from the start, I have reason to believe that you know some interesting news."

　　"You want to exchange information with me?" Clark touched his pocket, where the coiled notebook for taking notes was placed.

　　The plaster head raised his head and pointed at Superman with his real knife-cut chin: "The things you know don't need to be exchanged at all. I just came to remind you something-"

　　"Don't forget how you got on the space station." A title rolled around on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't say it in the end, "Clark Kent."