Chapter 2219: Late Autumn in Jincheng (V)

"Your beauty is absolute, but I appreciate Wayne's temperament even more. Lex touched his chin and said, "Especially when he wears the bat suit, don't you think there is something about that clothes... I don't want to be thought that I am sexually harassing, But I think Bruce Wayne had a certain eye-catching aspect in mind when he designed that suit. "

Clark immediately laughed, and in the end he could hardly stop leaning to one side, pinching his lips with his hands to prevent himself from laughing out loud. He said: "I remembered a very funny thing, but you have to tell me I promise you won’t think I’m sexually harassing you, so I can tell you.”

Lex looked at Clark with some confusion, wondering what else he could reveal about Bruce Wayne.

Clark cleared his throat vigorously, put his index finger and thumb on his lips and mumbled, "I swear I didn't mean it, but I've seen him change clothes."

Lex's eyes widened.

"I said you have to make sure you don't create any associations, and I didn't mean it. Super vision, super vision, do you understand?"

"when?"

"Before the two of us went back to my house, he was going to stand guard on the rooftop. He usually changes clothes on the top floor of Wayne Tower, but that time he left a pair of vambraces in the manor."

"We made an appointment to take a photo, and I had a date with Louise that night, so I just wanted to finish the photo and go back quickly, so I flew back to help him get his things. When I came back, he had just changed into half of his clothes."

"The Wayne Tower has a glass wall. I don't think I can see it, but I swear I just took a look. And I didn't tell him, and you can't tell him."

"What did you see?" Lex became more and more curious.

Clark stretched out a hand and said: "You should know that Superman's costume is a complete tights, with only one layer. I hope you understand that the color of the crotch is different, it is just a pattern, not real underwear."

Lex almost couldn't hold it back and laughed. It turned out that Clark knew what they were talking about in private.

"But the Batsuit is different. Except for the cape, the main body of the Batsuit is divided into two parts, the inner tights lining and the outer armor. I guess Bruce designed such a Batsuit to better protect himself. "

Lex nodded. He could understand what Clark was saying, because he could also clearly see the difference between Batman's uniform and Superman's uniform. The most obvious thing is that Batman's uniform has a belt and boots, and sometimes has arms. Armor, sometimes without, and occasionally with shoulder armor and knee protection devices. This is obviously not an acquired feature, but is present from the beginning of the design.

"I only wear tights for the convenience of movement." Clark shrugged and said: "Nothing in this world can penetrate the defense of my skin, so Superman's uniform is very thin. In short, it only has a decorative function."

"But Batman does need the protection of a tights, so his lined tights are more normal, made up of several layers of fabric, and have good defensive functions."

Then Clark pursed his lips and laughed, and said: "Following the laws of physics, if it is not light and thin enough, it will be difficult to conform. Just like wearing a shirt, something needs to be straightened and smoothed out."

Lex's eyes gradually widened, because he knew very well that in most formal occasions, people would wear suspenders between their shirts and suit jackets, and some would also have armbands, not only to hold their pants, but also to keep their insides The shirt lies flat.

"So Batman wears suspenders inside his tights. Doesn't he panic?" Lex frowned and said, "Tights are originally meant to facilitate movement. Doesn't this go against the grain?"

But suddenly he realized that other Batmans might wear bat suits to facilitate movement. This one in his own universe is a pure attraction, so it only needs visual effects.

Clark waved his hand and said: "It's not a traditional strap, it's a fixed strap that goes around the shoulders and back. It's made of a special material that I don't know much about. It's very thin and sticks to the skin, but that's not the point."

Lex pricked up his ears again. Why are there still experts?

"Do you know about jockey pants?"

"certainly."

Clark stood up, stretched out his hands and said, "You know there was a time in history when equestrian pants were tight on the legs, right? Later, people changed them into pajamas because they were so comfortable."

Lex sat on the chair and looked up at him and nodded. Of course he knew that in fact, for a long period in the history of European and American clothing culture, high-waisted tights were the standard for men.

"So Batman also wears a pair of tight pants under the tights?" Lex's brows furrowed even more, and he said, "Why is this necessary?"

“Not quite leggings.”

Lex stared at Clark.

Clark waved his hands widely, turned his waist and covered his head, as if he didn't know how to explain to Lex.

Then he straightened the palms of his hands, spread his legs, and then made a diagonal gesture from the middle of the thigh to the inside, and then said: "There is no fabric here on the inside."

Lex was stunned. Among his extremely rich knowledge reserves, a type of pants jumped out in front of his eyes.

The historical development process of European and American clothing is very interesting, because most of it is a process of pragmatism defeating decorativeism and then defeating pragmatism. This has led to the creation of many strange clothing in different historical periods.

Men in the Middle Ages thought that tights were good, suitable for riding and hunting, and convenient for walking down to pick up prey, so they used a combination of aprons and tights to solve their need for wearing bottoms.

But soon, they found that this was not very good, because the waistband itself was very hot, and the tights made it even hotter. As we all know, long-term high temperatures and airtightness not only easily lead to infertility, but also have a significant risk of disease.

So they decided to do a subtraction, removing the overlapping part of the waistband and tights, so that it would be both beautiful and ventilated.    But you still have to ride a horse, and your butt will rub your butt if you are bare. Anyway, you only need to protect the front part, so just remove that part.

But soon they found that it was not possible, because if the junction of the cloth and the cloth is stuck in the middle of the thigh, when riding, the edge of the cloth will rub the thigh, but if it goes up a little bit, it will strangle something, so just go down a little bit.

The length of aprons worn by men in the Middle Ages was about the same, just reaching the knees or a little below the knees, so if the part cut off exceeded the knees, it would not look good.

So the final product is that there is no cloth from the crotch to the middle of the thigh, from the front to the middle.

Although the development process is very scientific and fully demonstrates the game between the aesthetic and practical choices of Europeans for clothing, the result of this game seems difficult to predict.

From the perspective of public order and morality, if you are not Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent, then wearing high and low alone is a bit sexually harassing.

"No way?" Lex said in disbelief: "What does he think? And...how to wear that thing?"

"That's what I'm curious about." Clark sat down again, clapped his hands and said: "I didn't see the process. When I saw it, he had put it on, and only the back."

"Wait, what topic were we discussing just now?" Lex covered his eyes, wiped his face and said: "We were discussing the problem of your suit. Why are we here gossiping about what Batman wears under the tights?"

"Because you want to know, don't you want to?" Clark turned and looked at Lex and said: "You said Bruce Wayne is more handsome than me. Do you know how much this private revelation can sell for? If I have ten such materials, I can buy the same community as you soon."

Lex rested his elbows on the armrest and covered his forehead. He sighed deeply and thought that Clark was right. If he announced this news on any website, women all over the world and at least half of the men would go crazy.

"I think we should study your suit first."

Lex tried hard to get rid of the image of clothing he imagined based on Clark's description. He had never felt so sad before.

"I think my suit is good, but if you think it's not good, I'm afraid you can only find a way, because I don't have a second set."

"It's definitely too late to customize it now, but I still think the style issue is more important. Have you tried to wear something old-fashioned?"

Clark tilted his head, not understanding what old-fashioned is. He recalled some British drama clips in his mind, and then his imagination was pulled to the Middle Ages again. Lex obviously did the same.

He stretched out a hand and stood up and said, "We can't stay here any longer. Gossip will burn our brains. There is a whole street of tailor shops near Green Street. They also sell some ready-made suits, which are usually more in line with the aesthetics of Gotham's upper class. We can go and pick some."

"Suits that are not custom-made usually have problems of one kind or another, but I think these problems are not problems for you. You will definitely be able to surprise everyone."

Clark also stood up and changed his suit. Then he walked out of the cloakroom with his clothes and said, "I just thought about it. I think his belt may be used to hang the tights below..."

"But isn't the belt outside the tights? How is it possible... Stop talking about this! Hurry up!"

Pamela was tidying up the wrinkles on the chest of her dress in front of the mirror in the bathroom. Talia had already climbed out of the quilt and sat in front of the dressing table to start looking for Pamela's cosmetics.

"You've already started using the skincare products of Wintersweet? It's too early for you. Let me see... Why is the color of the foundation so white?" Talia kept looking back at Pamela while searching.

"Is there a possibility that we are of different races and I am Caucasian?" Pamela tidied her clothes without looking back.

"Green concealer, are you serious?" Talia lifted a tube with two fingers with some disdain and said, "What will you become? A garden gnome?"

Then she suddenly realized and said, "You also put makeup on plants?"

A pillow flew over, and Talia blocked it casually. Pamela, who was wearing a silk slender dress, walked over and said, "I haven't seen you wearing a third dress. What are you going to wear tonight?"

"Am I invited? Stop talking nonsense, I'm not going." Talia lifted her hair back and said, "I'm fed up with these two masters and apprentices, let them go crazy together."

"Of course you have to go, because unfortunately, almost all the celebrities in Gotham have dealt with this professor. You can't explain to your father why you don't attend such a party. Do you want him to know your failure?"

Talia rolled her eyes slightly, but she still said: "How do you always make advice sound like a threat?"

She put down what she was holding and turned around, and said: "Do you think I will find a suitable target at this party?"

"Usually you will only find more crazy people."

"As crazy as you?"

"As beautiful as me."

"That's enough."