Chapter 34: Don’t Make Meal Replacements Casually

　　The black bat cake who was working was called out by Clark. It jumped and followed Clark to the tourist reception center and found that the other three Robin cakes were also there. Dick cake was performing aerial flying with his tail for everyone.

　　"Mo~ao~" I saw a yellow block floating in the air. Dick Cake relied on its tail alone to turn 360 degrees in the air and do a 720-degree Thomas full spin, almost flipping out its own stuffing.

　　"Wow, so amazing, it's worthy of being created by Ms. Ruan Mei!", "Too amazing, I will take a picture and upload it xxx!"...

　　The confused crowd applauded wildly, and the guests from Earth were taking pictures of Dick Cake with their mobile phones. Fortunately, Maomao Cake has no butt.

　　Jason Gao lay on the table beside him and snorted disdainfully, but his claws were not idle. He was fiddling with a small robot passing by, trying to take it apart to see its structure.

　　"Ding - please let me go..." The robot continued to struggle under its claws.

　　Tim cake leaned lazily beside Jason cake, and his two little paws kept clapping for Dick cake.

　　"Don't argue." The black bat cake stood up and stopped the three Robin cakes. Dick cake finally fell to the ground, and Jason cake also let go of the poor little robot in his hand.

　　"Sorry, everyone. They have something else to do, so they'll leave first." Clark stacked three mango cakes together, ignored the tourists' regretful looks, and carried them out of the tourist reception center like a plate.

　　Fortunately, there were enough empty rooms here, and the four of them found a place where no one was around. Clark put down the three twisting and turning troublemakers, took out his cell phone and made a video call with Batman.

　　"Hey, b, there was a small accident just now." Superman explained, and at the same time stretched out his arms and took the four cat cakes in at the same time.

　　"Your signal has been gone for 5 minutes." Batman said gloomily, the timing was very subtle.

　　Superman couldn't be sure whether he really spent so much time in the monitoring room, after all, Dark Batcake insisted on watching the whole surveillance before leaving.

　　The purple coil flashed in his eyes, and no one noticed it. "I know, I did spend about this much time in the monitoring room to finish watching the surveillance."

　　Batman was noncommittal about this explanation, because he was always skeptical of everything: "Code."

　　"That's not the case," Clark complained, but fell silent after glancing at Batman's expression, "I remember that the code was made up by Wonder Woman this time... Stephen."

　　"1987." Batman also uttered the corresponding code. This number has no meaning. It was just that Wonder Woman remembered that a niche oil painting she had just acquired was from this year.

　　"Well, it seems we are all ourselves," Clark shrugged, "Here, the cat cake you asked for."

　　He thrust his phone in front of the black bat cake and said, "Don't argue."

　　Maomaocao saw the human who looked very similar to it and greeted him curiously but cautiously.

　　"Mo Nao?" Dick Cake jumped to the side of Bat Cake.

　　"Don't argue." Tim Cake squeezed to the other side of Bat Cake.

　　Jason Cake looked at it, and finally jumped directly onto Bat Cake, saying arrogantly: "Don't argue!"

　　Bruce Wayne admitted that for a moment he was jealous of the tiny creature.

　　"Give me an explanation, Superman," he said in a low voice, his blue eyes hidden behind the mask, making it unclear who he was looking at.

　　Jason Cake curiously stretched out his little paws and tried to reach out to the weirdo behind the screen, but before he succeeded, he was dragged aside by Dick Cake and Bat Cake by his tail, making angry "Mo Yeo" sounds.

　　Tim Cake nodded friendly towards the Bat Monster, then followed Bat Cake's footsteps and jumped away.

　　Clark picked up the phone and thought back to what he had done. Only now did he find it unbelievable. He briefly explained to Batman the series of grievances and hatreds that had occurred after he arrived at the space station.

　　"So they gave you a rice cooker, and you dare to use it to create a completely alien race with human intelligence?" Batman asked almost gritting his teeth.

　　"Well, actually, I'm just their breeder. The one who created them was Ruan Mei from the Genius Club." Superman quickly denied the title of creator. He respected the religious beliefs of the earthlings very much.

　　"I don't see any difference. You also have the same power as a 'father.'" Batman snorted.

　　"Okay, okay, I admit that I do have a sense of 'paternal authority' in nurturing and using them,"

　　Clark never tries to refute Batman on such ethical and philosophical issues, even though Batman himself is the biggest control freak, picking up little boys on the street and training them into super soldiers.

　　"But we are all equal, and I have consulted them carefully."

　　"It doesn't matter, Clark." Batman's mouth drooped several times:

　　"Tell me, have you ever made your own cat cake using your own genes?"

　　Superman shuddered and tried to struggle: "That was an accident! I didn't expect it to be able to create super cat cakes, and..."

　　He wanted to say something like, "Innate goodness is the beginning of the cake," but was ruthlessly interrupted by Batman: "So you leaked your Kryptonian genes?"

　　Clark was speechless, and the shiny curls on his forehead lost their luster: "Yes, bat, I leaked my genes and created an unknown species."

　　"You are really great, Superman." Bruce Wayne was very angry: "Then how did you make our cat cake? I don't remember you having the habit of collecting all our hair."

　　"Well, about your cat cake, I just put the monitor you gave me in it, but I didn't expect it to be successful..." Superman felt very nervous, cold sweat broke out on his head, and he didn't dare to look at Batman's expression at all.

　　Rao, he wasn't this gloomy the last time our war damage bill was 200% overspent!

　　"I made Robin cakes out of circus flyers, wrenches, and photos," Clark said, turning his phone toward the yellow mass of paste. "You have to admit, Bat, he really looks like one."

　　Batman's fingers hidden in his cape twitched slightly, as if its owner was restraining the desire to touch something: "Jason is dead, nothing can replace him."

　　(Jason sneezed again while trying on his Cloud Cavalry uniform in Luofu.)

　　Superman glanced at his good partner's face and did not go into the topic further. Instead, he talked about other cat cakes:

　　"For Diana, I used an oil painting photo, for the Flash, I used a cluster of electric current, and for Aquaman, I used dried fish... I thought it would be a fish cake, but it turned out to be a cat cake with a crystal shell and golden quicksand filling."

　　"Compile all their information into a report and send it to me, and attach a 5,000-word self-criticism." But Batman had no interest in using cat cakes as a meal substitute for the Justice League.

　　"The moment you return to Earth, I want to see your self-reflection. Otherwise, you can go to Amazon and sell your red shorts to pay for the war damage bill yourself."

　　The ruthless and cold-blooded Bat hung up the call with a "click".

　　Clark was sure that super-rich Bruce Wayne wouldn't pay a penny for his red pants.

　　Kent, a young man from a small town who majored in journalism, studied a profession that is thriving in the 21st century, but with his excellent qualities, he still has his own place in the famous Planet Daily.

　　He has reported a lot of news, many of which have been praised by both inside and outside the industry. Even Batman acknowledges his talent in journalism.

　　This means that the star reporter Mr. Kent, the Superman Clark who caused such a big mess, must write a heartfelt self-review at a level that is no less than that of a press release.

　　It hurts, it hurts so much. How on earth could he have come up with the idea of ​​making a meal replacement for the Justice League?

　　Clark gripped his right wrist in pain: "Hold on, super speed! It's only 5,000 words!"

　　A pen, a lamp, a night, a superman, a miracle.

　　Aha, who does not want to reveal his real name: Le.

　　"Good morning, Mr. Kent, anything?"

　　The next morning, Estelle saw Clark walking out of the elevator with unsteady steps, a blue cat cake tucked under his arm.

　　"Good morning, Miss Ester." Superman raised a tired smile. The despair and pain in his eyes were so obvious. The messy hair and the symmetrical claw marks on his cheeks seemed to hint at a big battle.

　　"What happened?" Estelle was surprised and confused.

　　"No, it's nothing serious. I'm just teaching a brat a lesson for showing off his power." Superman answered briefly in a calm voice, but Ester always felt that this easy-going Mr. Superman was secretly gnashing his teeth.

　　Well, cats are such willful creatures. Pepe is the best. Estelle saw something but considerately didn’t expose it:

　　"Ah, I see. I'm glad you're alright. Mr. Superman, the space station will be celebrating today. Except for the necessary defense personnel, everyone will gather in the main control module."

　　Clark nodded: "I see. I will keep an eye out for strange guys. By the way, are Dousha and Huihui all right?"

　　"After all, they are Ms. Ruan Mei's creations, so the staff are too embarrassed to embarrass them. Moreover, Dousha Huihui knows a lot about them and quickly established a good relationship with the staff."

　　Estelle pointed with a smile to somewhere in the distance, where a green pastry cat was seen jumping around, with a clerk following behind it, seemingly recording something.

　　The cakes are really more worthy of being thrown away than the cakes. They are all cat cakes, why are the other cakes so well behaved? Was I so naughty when I was a child?

　　Superman squeezed the Super Cat Cake under his arm. God knows this guy almost turned the containment chamber upside down in order to find the mysterious man. This was because the Amazon Cake and the Crystal Neptune Cake stopped him. Obviously, the mysterious man was not there at all...

　　The mysterious man was not found at all. The purple-red coil flashed again, but still no one noticed: "That's great. I have something else to do. I need to put this guy back in the confinement section to reflect on himself. I'll leave first, Miss Estella."

　　Esta smiled and waved her hand: "It's okay, remember to come to the celebration, Mr. Kent."