The Father of American Comics Superheroes

"Clark is a little uncomfortable today, don't disturb him."

Hearing Mike's words, worried expressions appeared on the faces of the two little guys.

Mike nodded secretly.

No matter how noisy the three brothers are, the relationship between these three is always very good.

"Dad, brother, is he uncomfortable?"

Charles asked worriedly, and Eric touched his head anxiously.

Mike nodded, and then said: "So, don't disturb him today."

The two nodded obediently.

"When Clark is on vacation, before you go to school, I plan to take you on a tour."

Mike said the plan he had prepared a few days ago.

"Dad! You are so kind!"

"Wow! Hooray!"

The two cheered.

Mike raised his hands and pressed them down, and the two immediately stood up obediently.

"But if you don't behave well this time, I won't take you there."

The two's faces became tense.

"Cough!" Mike coughed lightly, pressed the heads of the two, and said, "So, come on."

After the words fell, Mike left the room with a smile on his lips.

At night, Clark's spirit recovered a lot, and his control over his newly awakened ability also became much stronger.

After dinner, the family watched TV for a while. After Eric and Charles obediently went to bed, Clark carefully came to Mike's room.

"Clark?"

Mike, who was sitting at the desk, turned to look at his son.

Clark's eyes dodged: "Dad, I don't want to go to school tomorrow."

"reason."

"I, I need to rest..."

"Clark." Mike got up and walked in front of Clark, bent down, put his hands on Clark's shoulders, looked at the dodging eyes, and said, "You are not a child who is good at lying."

Clark lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, Dad."

Mike walked to the bed and patted the seat next to him: "Come on, have a good talk."

Clark dawdled over and stood leaning against the bed, swaying gently, as if waiting to be scolded.

"why?"

Clark's eyes dodged, and he hesitated: "I just don't want to go tomorrow."

"Clarke, escaping won't solve the problem."

Clark responded.

Mike touched Clark's head, looked at the child distressedly, and said, "Are you afraid that your classmates will look at you with unusual eyes? Afraid they will laugh at you?"

Clark looked up, looked at Mike in surprise, and then nodded.

When he ran out of the classroom like a lunatic in class and locked himself in the utility room, his classmates would definitely laugh at him.

Mike touched Clark's head and said, "You don't want to go tomorrow, what about the day after tomorrow?"

Clark shook his head hesitantly.

"You see, temporary escape will not solve the problem."

Clark nodded.

Mike said: "The problem can only be solved by facing it."

"No matter what happens, our family will be your backing, and Dad will always be behind you."

Clark nodded and said, "I see, Dad."

"Okay! It's not a big deal!"

Mike smiled and said, "It's what Dad said before. You can do it yourself. If their parents say anything, Dad will do it."

Clark smiled.

"By the way, after your semester ends, our family will go on a trip."

"Yeah!" Clark nodded and said, "Thank you Dad."

Mike gently kissed Clark's forehead and said, "Go, go to sleep."

Clark turned to leave, his footsteps becoming a lot lighter.

Growing pains, nice...

Mike sighed and sat down at the desk again.

An hour later, a card was created and disappeared from his fingertips.

Glancing at the progress bar of the system... 98%.

Scratching his head, Mike felt helpless.

He thought that in the past three years, he would be able to upgrade to the next level, but in fact, in the second half of this level, the progress was getting slower and slower.

In six years, there was no promotion to the first level.

Mike is desperate for the speed at which his ability can be upgraded.

No more, go to sleep!

...

The next day, with Mike's encouragement, Clark plucked up the courage to go to school.

Mike began to plan this travel route and travel destination.

Eric and Charles were thinking about travel, and they were very well-behaved and didn't make a fuss.

All is well today.

Except for Clark...

As he had worried before, he met a lot of people watching at school.

There are curiosity, doubt, and even malicious eyes.

Although the children are still young, they already have their own circles and groups, and have their own ideas and behaviors.

Clark is handsome, well-behaved and sensible, and is loved by teachers and even children like to play with him.

But some people like it, naturally some people are jealous, and some people even hate it.

"Hey! Utility room boy!"

A kid who was a head taller than the others stopped Clark.

Mickey, the bully among the kids, is the number one teacher who gives headaches.

Clark frowned, glanced at Mickey, ignored it, and walked around to the bathroom.

Unexpectedly, the other party continued to chase after him, spread his arms to block Clark, and laughed mockingly: "Come on, tell me, what did you do in the utility room yesterday? Did you steal someone else's things and sneak in there? eat?"

Clark said angrily: "I never steal!"

"Don't steal?" Mi smiled strangely, rolled his eyes, and said loudly: "I heard that your father is also a thief! So you are a thief!"

He had been disliked by Clark for a long time, and this time he finally got his chance.

Clark said angrily, "Don't speak ill of my father!"

"Look, I got it right!" Mickey laughed and shouted, "Everyone, come and see, come and see the thief Clark!"

Hearing the movement, some children gathered around.

Immediately, Mickey was even more excited.

It's the first time he's been noticed by so many people.

"I heard that his father is also a thief, so he is a thief, and their family is a thief!"

"He steals other people's money, steals other people's food, they..."

"You're talking nonsense, I'm being rude to you!"

Clark roared angrily, and a heart-pounding coldness flashed in his icy blue eyes.

Mickey shrank his neck, and then he reacted, provoked by his own action.

Walking in front of Clark, he looked at Clark who was half a head lower than himself, and said, "Your whole family is a thief!"

Clark raised his fist.

Mickey said disdainfully: "What? You still want to hit me?"

Clark thought of what his father had said to him, and the consequences of his punch, and he silently put down his fist again.

Watching this scene, there was boos all around.

Mickey suddenly felt like a star, raised his chin, stretched out his hand to push Clark, and mocked: "thief, coward!"

Clark didn't move at all, but Mickey stepped back, slightly startled, his face flushed red, clenched his fist and threw a fist at Clark, and a fist landed on Clark's face.

Clark still didn't move, but Mickey's hand was shaking and hurting.

Just as Mickey raised his other hand...

"What are you doing!"

Their teacher ran over, and the children dispersed. When Mickey was about to leave, the teacher grabbed his collar and said, "Come to the office for me, and... Clark, come too!"