69novels Chapter 164
Chapter 164
The convenient modern society makes people more and more connected with each other regardless of distance. It doesn’t take much time to send a message, say a few words or make a video call. Just like Carl expressed, be a little more proactive and express yourself Emotions don't take much time at all.
But for Bruce, it was never "lack of time" that bothered him.
He just can't express his emotions, like some kind of OCD, curse or magic seal.
He is too used to hiding his emotions, and is too used to living alone. For him, socializing is to some extent an activity that is not beneficial but takes a lot of time and energy. He doesn't care, doesn't care, He ignores them, consciously or not.
To be more precise, from the first day he stepped out of Gotham City, he knew that he would embark on a road full of hardships, blood, tears and pain. bring disaster.
There are countless reasons Bruce can analyze.
Some pretty bad things happened on the way around the world... Even today, he seems to be able to feel the smell of blood lingering in his nose at that time, as well as the tyranny and pleasure from his heart.
Beginning several years ago, Bruce made it a top priority to regularly assess his mental state and document it.
It is precisely because he knows what an emotional person he is that he does everything in his power to make himself a purely intellectual machine.
"Bruce?" Carl called him quietly.
He was still waiting for Bruce's reply.
His patience was worn out in waiting.
Before coming to Gotham City, Carl was still very optimistic about this trip. He knew how stubborn and hard-nosed Bruce would be in the future, but after all, he is still a young man, and he can still laugh and make noise. There are also moments when he genuinely acts like a favorite playboy.
So Karl thinks that maybe it’s not too difficult to get Bruce to say the truth—to take a step back, even if Bruce thinks he doesn’t need to maintain a good relationship with “Kal-El”, even if he really feels that he didn’t do it. What was wrong, then he can pretend to apologize according to social etiquette, right?
It's not difficult for him to pretend to apologize, how ironic, people like Bruce can fake all emotions, but the more truthful it is, the harder it is to speak.
It really opened Bruce's eyes soberly, and Carl realized how naive he was thinking.
Micro-expressions can be deceiving, small habits can be smoothed out with training, but the smell can never go wrong--Bruce's confusion, darkness and tension mixed in this wet and cold city made Carl feel very uncomfortable.
"...let me think, let me think," Bruce muttered.
He avoided Carl's eyes rather unnaturally, but he only kept his head tilted for a few seconds before meeting them again.
If someone could see the confrontation between the two of them through some means, they would definitely want to rush up and beat up Bruce, who was already full of guilt and self-blame, and then force him to act like a certain nation. He knelt on the ground and apologized like a human being, because he clearly knew what he had done wrong, and he knew it was time to apologize.
He just couldn't say it.
The words rolled on the tip of his tongue, sticking to his lips and teeth.
"What are you waiting for?" Carl said. "There's no way you're going to be able to solve the problem."
"I know," Bruce said, "I know."
Karl fell silent.
"...well, well, Carl...well, I mean, I get it, I didn't mean to ignore you, and while I'm really busy, I'm really not lying to you about that, and I can't tell you What am I doing." Bruce took a deep breath, "I just... I don't know..."
"Don't you know what to say at this time?" Carl said, "I'll teach you. You should say 'I'm sorry, I was wrong, and I promise this will never happen again', and you can add some Promise, such as 'I'll make up for the birthday presents I owe you all these years', 'I will reply to all the messages you send in the future' and so on. Look, Bruce, how simple is it, why can't you say it?"
What an easy thing to say, he thought, why can't you just say it?
Bruce's anxiety and tension are visible to the naked eye.
After being brought here from the bedroom by Carl, he has changed several positions and nestled on the sofa. Sometimes his hands are hugging his chest and sometimes they are spread out on both sides of his body idly. Now, he is rubbing the fingers of one hand His lips and brows were tightly twitched, and his whole body exuded the breath of a trapped beast.
"...yes..." He slowly squeezed out a syllable from his throat, "...not...up."
"God can't understand what you're talking about," Carl said. "No matter what you want to say, I suggest you think it through before you say it."
"...I'm sorry." Bruce put another hand on his lower lip, "...I was wrong."
"You look like I'm forcing you to apologize," Carl said.
Bruce looked at Carl with wide eyes, his expression was a little aggrieved: "Carl! You can't do this to me!"
"Yes! I can!" Karl also yelled, he stood up quickly, finally tore off the mask of calm, and walked around the living room anxiously, "Why can't I? I regard you as a brother, but you Just do this to me! Never, no one, dare to do this to me! If I hadn’t stopped, Alexander would have brought down your company and put you in jail! Don’t ask him how to do it, we all know he can do it!”
"You are exaggerating, Carl, it's just a little thing!"
"Time is made up of every second, and life is made up of the most insignificant little things. Do you think that meteors hit the earth every day, and aliens drive spaceships to stop above our heads?" Carl was extremely irritable. "Why should I put up with you? I've had enough of you, Bruce. No one is more likable than you. Why must I forgive you?"
"……what?"
Bruce asked dumbfounded.
Wherever Carl went, his eyes followed. Carl circled the living room, and his head unconsciously followed the other party.
"I said—I don't forgive you." Carl stopped.
"...you won't forgive me?" Bruce repeated.
"Yes, I'm going to think about it before I say I don't forgive you," Carl said.
He walked up to Bruce in three steps and two steps, bent down, picked up the cup that had not been touched since Alfred put it on, drank the still bubbling soda in one gulp, and then stuffed the chocolate into it mouth.
The bitter, mellow aroma of dark chocolate slowly melted in his mouth, and the aroma filled his nostrils, temporarily blocking the weird smell of Gotham City.
Carl's expression improved a little, and he even showed a habitual sweet smile.
"Goodbye," he said as he chewed his chocolate, turned and strode out of the living room, leaving Bruce behind who hadn't caught up with the situation.
The sound of the car engine starting came into the living room, and Alfred, who had disappeared somewhere, emerged from the corner, holding his usual silver dinner plate in his hand.
He put the empty glass on the dinner plate, took away the empty plate of chocolate, and then disappeared mysteriously before Bruce's eyes.
"..."
Bruce sat on the sofa and watched as the old butler completely ignored him and disappeared through the door with a straight figure.
He managed to overcome the psychological pressure, finally opened his mouth to apologize, and people who knew about it gave him this reaction?
Forget about Karl, Karl felt that it was natural for him to apologize, and he was not satisfied with his bad attitude.
But even Alfred did that to him.
Bruce had an inexplicable sense of foreboding.
To roughly describe it, it may be an ominous premonition that "the matter between me and Carl is not over" and "I have fallen out of favor in Afu's eyes"... maybe.
Anyway, after Carl gave Bruce a hard lesson, he went back to the Metropolis, went home, sat on his bed, and he still couldn't help but feel angry, and the Batman doll was honestly lying on the side rather innocently. No matter how he looked at it, he was not pleasing to the eye, grabbed the doll, squeezed the pointed ears and ravaged it, and then felt a little less angry.
But he was still upset.
So he logged into his Facebook account. As one of the most irresponsible presidents in the world, this was the second time he logged into his account.
Carl found that his Facebook followers had grown into a staggering nine figures.
what happened?The Facebook company has not been established for a long time, and this account has only sent a message. The last time I logged in, the number of fans just broke seven figures. How could it skyrocket hundreds of times in just a week or two?
Carl, who was confused, opened his glasses and searched the company affairs sent to him by Alexander, and then he realized what was going on.
In summary, this is the result of the promotion of the four companies - strictly speaking, it should be mainly attributed to Tony and Carl themselves.
Tony was originally the darling of social media. His Twitter account has the largest number of fans in the world, a full digit more than Carl, and basically all of them are live fans. The number of likes for each message he sends is displayed as " Unknown", the message is mixed with multiple languages, and it will always be displayed as "999+". The device hardware is slightly inferior, and there is no way to click on his homepage within 5 minutes after he sends a new message.
Such a person with an explosive topic announced his entry into Facebook, and his fans immediately flooded into this new software spontaneously, registered decisively, and followed Tony.Stark.
Then there's nothing to do, and Tony's new Facebook account is empty.
After the initial enthusiasm passed, Tony's fans began to feel that it was too wasteful to follow only one person after registration. After all, it was troublesome to fill in a lot of information for Facebook registration.
They flipped through the Facebook page with the mentality of casual shopping, and then found that, hey, this software is very useful.