Superman of the American Comics

Kent farm, Kansas.

At the age of 17, Clark Kent, a minor, opened his eyes from bed.

Warm sunshine on your face is another beautiful day.

He sat up and ran to the window.

Shua, open the curtain.

Clark was stretching and thinking about the school's upcoming sports meeting.

He put on his clothes, went to the floor mirror and arranged his clothes.

Inside was a tall boy with black hair and curly hair.

"Clark, you're going to be late!"

A gentle female voice came downstairs. It was his mother.

"Here we are."

Clark trod down the stairs to the living room.

Reaching out to open the refrigerator, he picked up a bottle of milk and poured it down.

"I have a class tonight. You two fix dinner by yourself. Remember, no pizza!"

Mrs. Kent cleaned the table neatly, leaving only a mashed potato, vegetable salad and pork chop.

Clark stuck out his tongue. It seemed that his mother had found out about secretly ordering pizza with his father.

Mrs. Kent refused any fast food and firmly believed that it was junk food.

This may be related to her previous experience of working in fast food restaurants.

After lunch, Clark took out a note from his backpack, which was a permit to join the school football team.

If you want to join the team, you need the parents' signature to get the teacher's permission.

After all, football is a collision sport, and the risk of injury is also high.

"Dad, I want to play football!"

Clark said in a low voice as if he were going to do something bad.

He handed the permission note to his father, hoping that the other party would be in a good mood and sign kindly.

"Sorry, I can't let you go, Clark."

Jonathan Kent, Clark's father, scratched his hair, looked at his wife, shook his head and refused.

"Why!"

Clark looked disappointed and questioned loudly.

This is not the first time.

When he wanted to sign up for the baseball team as a child, he didn't get his parents' consent.

Later sports such as football and basketball did not have their own share.

This makes Clark often called a "nerd" by his classmates in school.

Although he is good at his homework, he is deeply liked by the teacher.

But he never participated in after-school activities, which also attracted a lot of discussion. He didn't have many friends.

"You know why, Clark."

Jonathan Kent looked complex. His son was different from others from urination.

When I was eight years old, I could lift the jeep parked in the yard.

If you encounter anger, you can even flatten the steel with both hands.

Jonathan clearly remembers that once Clark accidentally fell into a grain harvesting machine, which should have been a bloody tragedy.

But when he stopped in a hurry and ran over to have a look, he found his son safe and sound.

On the contrary, the machine was stuck, and the cutting blades were distorted and deformed, as if they hit some hard object.

Later, Clark grew up and showed more and more extraordinary things.

This once worried Jonathan, who was afraid that his son's super ability would be discovered and regarded as a freak.

He had this idea because Clark was not his own flesh and blood with his wife.

More than ten years ago, a baby in infancy fell to Kent farm in a spaceship, bringing a meteorite rain that almost destroyed the town.

It was the second time Kansas found something similar, and there was another time before.

A huge crater appeared in the corn field of Kent farm, which is suspected to be the site of meteorite impact.

But the police who came to investigate later did not have any residual fragments.

This has also become an unsolved mystery in the town, giving birth to rumors like aliens coming to the earth.

"I will restrain myself, Dad! Reduce the speed by half and never bump into anyone..."

Clark also tried to persuade his parents, but he still failed to achieve his goal. He had to pick up his backpack and walk out of the house with a sense of loss.

The most unfortunate thing is that the school bus that should have been waiting for him has left, raising a large amount of smoke and dust.

"Didn't Clark catch the bus? I don't mind giving you a ride."

The sound of the car horn brought the depressed Clark back to reality. A young man in sunglasses greeted him.

The other party sat on a cool yellow Chevrolet Camaro, filled with the self-confidence of successful people.

"Mr. Carville..."

Clark was a little embarrassed. The young man lived next to Kent farm. He was a neighbor.

He heard from his father that Mr. Carville is a young rich man in metropolis. He has a successful career and often appears on TV news.

"I said, just call me Luke."

The young man snapped his fingers and said kindly, "I'm not much older than you. Hurry up, or I'll be late."

Clark hesitated, opened the door and sat in.

"Carville first... Luke, are you going back to town for vacation?"

The sunny boy took the initiative to find the topic. The other party stayed in metropolis most of the time and was busy with business.

The luxury villa in the town and a large area of land nearby were vacant.

"I just finished business with Lex group and took part in the ribbon cutting of your school - I donated a library."

Luke spoke plain and boring words in a plain tone.

"Ah, this... You are so enthusiastic."

Clark's last half sentence was held in his mouth and turned into a compliment.

"It's just a trivial thought."

Luke waved his hand and said it was no big deal.

He looked at krypton's little cousin with hidden eyes.

The other side is a little better than the ribs Superman in the flash point world, the development of strength, speed and various senses.

Rough estimate, probably stay at the most basic level.

Without training, Clark may not even master the ability to fly, but passively absorb the sun's light.

"Clark, you don't seem to like sports very much."

Luke said softly, with a corner of his mouth.

"At your age, I am already the main player of the team."

Clark's eyes darkened at this.

He is doomed to have no way to participate in those fierce and hot-blooded sports competitions.

If a guy who can lift a jeep with one hand hits his opponent head-on, what will happen.

"I like reading and studying astronomy."

Clark whispered.

"My house is quite big. There are a lot of fitness equipment left. You can come and sit down when you are free."

Luke has been in this space-time for some time. He found that he came to earth earlier than superman.

Therefore, by accumulating wealth, he bought the agricultural land around Kent farm and became a neighbor of Clark's father.

Then he ran to the metropolis and quickly accumulated wealth by relying on stock market disasters and financial securities.

No one will hate a good life, let alone in a capital first "free country".

Money may not be a universal pass, but it can't be without money.

"Thank you, Luke."

All the way to school, Clark thanked politely before getting off the bus.

He doesn't know why. Every time he sees the famous young rich in the metropolis, he always gives himself a sense of intimacy.

"Clark, you're welcome to come with me."

Luke waved his hand. He had already flown all over the world, trying to get as much information as possible.

At this time, there was no shadow of the Justice League.

Batman of Gotham may travel all over the world now.

Superheroes in other cities are also in development.

He stayed in this small town in Kansas, not just for krypton's little cousin.

Superman's arrival also brought a mysterious meteorite rain.

Luke even found traces of kryptonite, not just the green kryptonite that can make kryptonians weak and incapacitated.

Like kryptonite with other functions, other colors also appear.

This is a collection worth collecting!

Luke felt that he could become the largest krypton collector besides Lex Luther.

In case you smoke the super template, you can also use it as a snack reserve for recreation.