MTL - As Superman’s Younger Brother, I Became a Native of the Motherland-Chapter 15

Listening to Eric's poisonous tongue towards himself, Clark was not as upset as before.

After closing the lead box, he thanked Eric with a warm current flowing in his heart:

"Even if the reason is really like this, Eric, thank you!"

After Clark, who was filled with joy, left, Eric put down the pen in his hand, stood up and looked out the window.

Giving Clark the lead box isn't exactly an aid to the other party's date.

It was an emergency evasion measure taken after she became more and more aware that Lana might be curious about herself.

It is definitely a dangerous thing to be curious about by a woman like Lana.

Not to mention whether curiosity could be converted into favorability, the entanglement between the other party and Clark alone gave him a headache, and he avoided it.

The existence of women is really a species that gives them headaches.

......

Thursday.

On the fourth day after the "Homecoming Dance", the school is finally back to normal operation.

"So... Clark, can you tell me why Eric has lasers in his eyes?"

Peter, who was hooking his shoulders with Clark, asked curiously: "I once read a comic where the protagonist can shoot lasers, but he can only install a miniature laser device on his wrist. This kind of laser is emitted on the wrist and in the eyes. Compared with the laser, it is inferior!"

Chloe held the coffee mug. "Arthur Parks? Laser Man, that's his name, right? Pete?"

"I thought, Chloe, that you would only pay attention to news hotspots, but you were also interested in comics."

Pete has a feeling of getting to know Chloe again.

"Actually, I'm not really interested in comics, especially superhero comics. I just found this guy when I looked up the data. Don't you think these guys in fancy clothes are weird?"

Chloe complained mercilessly.

"I feel offended."

Pete resents being despised for his hobby.

"Hey! Clark!"

Just as he was about to continue fighting with Chloe, a voice interrupted him.

The three of them looked in the direction of the voice and found that it was Watt, the coach of the football team.

Coach Watt has a small but strong stature and a hot temper. He is respected and feared by the football team.

However, when facing non-rugby team players, he usually restrains his hot temper, so he has a good reputation among his classmates.

"Coach Watt."

Clark hurriedly greeted each other.

Coach Watt's face was not very good, and Clark could guess the reason.

The football team suffered a heavy loss at the homecoming dance, which is certainly not acceptable to coach Watt, who is aiming to win this year.

"I heard Eric talk about Clark's arm strength is stronger than him. I watched the video of you participating in the audition before. You are not skilled, but your arm strength is amazing! If you can join our football team, Clark, it will definitely be a blessing to the football team. reinforcement!"

Coach Watt came up to the point to recruit Clark.

"I need help on the farm, I'm afraid I don't have time..."

Although very excited, Clark knew his father's attitude towards his participation in the football team, so he refused.

"Your father would have preferred you to be on the field, not the farm. I know your father, Jonathan Kent, was the most talented player I've ever taught. It's a family run. Clark, don't waste your talent on the farm and On the tractor!"

Coach Watt tapped Clark on the shoulder to motivate him.

Clark hesitated for a moment, wanting to refuse.

But suddenly thought of the conversation between Lana and Eric in the room.

Lana was convinced by Eric's paintings, and if...he became the main force of the football team, he would have the ability to impress Lana.

And Lana is the captain of the team's cheerleading squad...

"I'd love to be on the team, Coach Watt."

Chapter 21 The Silent War Begins

Kent Farm.

Clark looked at his father in disbelief. "Why not? I can't just join the football team?"

"We talked about that, Clark."

Jonathan had just returned from the barn. After washing his face, he said to Clark a little tiredly: "The talent you have is not in football."

"Why? I...I can control my power. Dad, don't you believe me?"

"It's not a matter of believing or not..."

Jonathan hesitated. "On the court, there are a lot of unforeseen situations. Like if you get emotional and get irritated, or if you try to show some girl a trick, someone might get hurt. Clark, you're better than Winning football is more important."

Clark didn't understand his father's intentions, and asked his father with disappointment: "Eric's talent for painting can be recognized by you, but I'm not recognized for football?"

"I'm sick of being punished for my talent! You trust Eric to do everything, but you don't trust me to do it on the court. You never trust me!"

There was a bit of anger in Clark's tone, "I can control my power and be the master of my life!"

"Clark."

Jonathan's tone was also a little heavier, "I don't write permission slips."

"I don't need your permission! I'll definitely be on the football team, you can't stop me!"

Clark goes head-to-head with his father.

The confrontation between the two continued until Eric and Martha returned from the supermarket.

Realizing the unusual atmosphere between her husband and the eldest son, Martha sneaked up to the younger son and asked Eric, "Eric, do you know what happened between your father and Clark?"

"Maybe it's the football team."

Eric explained to his mother, "I heard that Coach Watt was going to recruit Clark to the football team."

"Is that so..."

Martha nodded and said nothing, but had a worried look on her face.

She knew her husband's attitude towards the football team.

Now that there is a silent war between Jonathan and Clark, the two must have had an argument before.

Eric also has some conjectures about why Clarke is obsessed with joining the football team.

It is estimated that I heard Lana's praise for her painting before, and I was a little bit interested, so I couldn't wait to impress Lana.

And since Lana is the captain of the cheerleading team, joining the rugby team is the most appropriate choice.

As for reconciling Jonathan and Clark's previous conflict, he has no interest.

The "Son of Kryptonian" who is in a period of rebellion probably won't listen to him.

Since Clark wants to be on the football team, let him give it a try, he'll definitely quit anyway.

The reason why he was so sure was that Eric was 100% sure that there was something wrong with the team's coach Watt.

The tyrannical, chaotic and uncontrollable aura overflowed from the opponent's body. Although he didn't know how the opponent obtained that kind of energy that was different from ordinary people, once Coach Watt, who was on the verge of losing control, broke out, it would definitely cause irreversible consequences.

The "silent war" between Clark and his father continued until noon with no sign of abating, and neither of them intended to retreat.

After Clark took two bites of the meal, he left the farm in silence.

"I don't know why he's so stubborn?"

Jonathan put down his knife and fork helplessly, "Eric once joined the football team, but he quit soon."

"Of course it's different, Jonathan."

Martha looked at Eric, who was concentrating on dealing with potatoes and beef. "Eric joined the football team in junior high school. At that time, football would not be regarded as an honor by them to prove themselves."

"I wasn't like him when I was Clark's age."

Instead of comparing Eric, Jonathan talked about himself.

"Yeah, you listened to your parents very much and never ran away from home one summer to try and join the Mets' Sharks."

Martha uncovered her husband's short.

"cough......"

Jonathan gave Eric an embarrassed look, and couldn't hold back his humiliation in front of his younger son, "When did you join the opposition camp?"

"Jonathan, Clark just wants you to give him some credit," Martha whispered.

"With his talent comes responsibility."

Facing his wife's persuasion, Jonathan sighed sadly.

......

The open-air cafe located beside the artificial lake is the only open-air cafe in Smallville.

Lex Luthor is sitting on the coffee seat closest to the edge of the lake, tasting the unique taste of coffee in the small town.

"Lex, to be honest, I don't believe your father would transfer you to the fertilizer factory here."

A middle-aged man sitting across from Lex said to him.

"Caesar would send his sons to the furthest frontiers of the Empire so they could see the world in action. For my self-proclaimed Caesar father, there was nothing more normal than letting me go to a small-town fertilizer factory. , although I don't think they have much in common except ambition."

Lex put down the coffee cup. "Let's get the conversation back on track. How is the Smallville High School prom that I asked you to investigate?"

"Of course, that's why I asked you to meet."

The middle-aged man puts a file bag on the coffee table.

"Things are far more complicated than they thought. The Smallville Township government blamed a circuit fire for the tragedy, but this is obviously trying to cover up. This is not the first time they have tried to cover up the truth. Similar things have happened many times. ."

Lex nodded, opened the file bag, flipped through the information collected by the middle-aged man and asked, "About the suspect Jeremy, can he really release lightning?"

"According to the testimony of witnesses at the scene and the autopsy report of the deceased, this is the case."

The middle-aged man nodded with a serious expression, "In addition, there is a very strange thing."

He pulled a few photos from the file and handed them to Lex, "This is the gymnasium northeast of Smallville High School, which was severely damaged on the night of the tragedy."

Lex adjusted his sitting position and carefully observed the shocking signs of damage to the gym in the photo.

The collapsed floor, the broken basketball hoop, the collapsed hole in the wall...

"You won't tell me it was caused by humans?"

Lex put down the photo, frowning slightly.

"It's ridiculous to say that, but..."

The middle-aged man shrugged, "It looks like this."

"Mom, balloons!"

The conversation between the two was interrupted.

In the cafe not far from Lex, a little girl made a childish voice.

In order to chase the flying balloon, the little girl ran to the road in three or two steps.

"Drip!"

A heavy-duty vehicle whistling frantically rushed over.

In order to avoid the little girl in the middle of the road, the driver of the car clenched his teeth, stepped on the brakes, and slammed the steering wheel.

"squeak!"

The car turned to the left, and the huge inertia immediately caused the car to lose control.

The leaning car rushed in Lex's direction.

Chapter 22 Dying Consciousness

The car, filled with buckets of colorant and natural pigment dye, made a heart-pounding screeching and braking noise, and slid toward where Lex was.

Before Lex could react, there was a loud bang, and the car finally lost its balance and rolled over to the ground.