Superman

The day's class finally ended, after school Clark was sitting in the gym seat.

Looking at the football team training on the lawn... the cheerleading team next to it.

Just like those played in youth movies, the most watched people in the school are always the quarterback and cheerleader of the football team.

Lana is the cheerleader, and her boyfriend is the quarterback of the football team.

From the perspective of other people in the school, these two people can be said to be incomparably good matches, and it is not Clark's turn to stage a third party to intervene.

After all, the nerd's game against the quarterback is a complete competition without any suspense.

Thinking of the embarrassment of the previous fall, Clark was a little frustrated and sighed.

The impression score has fallen to the bottom, and it is estimated that I will have no chance in the future.

Disheartened, he picked up his backpack and left the gym, ready to go home.

Thinking of Luke's previous invitation, Clark hesitated to visit his neighbor's house.

If it were not for the opponent to clear the siege today, he might face an even more embarrassing situation.

As for fitness?

Then avoid it.

In addition to becoming weak and weak in front of Lana, at other times he was a little too strong.

With the melancholy thoughts unique to young people, Clark walked aimlessly onto a bridge.

Looking at the setting sun in the distance, he couldn't help stopping.

Too many doubts and incomprehensions were accumulated in the bottom of my heart, making Clark feel annoyed, but at the same time, there was no one to talk to.

This is a very bad experience.

His parents are always vague about why he has those superpowers that are superior to ordinary people, and they are unwilling to make a clear statement.

Hide yourself and don't let others discover it—this is the philosophy that father instilled in him since he was a child.

As if the power surging in the body is some kind of shameless contraband, once noticed, it will cause unwarranted trouble.

Clark clearly remembers that he was bullied by a bully when he was in school, and that group of people snatched their comics and toys.

If he wants to, he can punch that guy in the lead into a pool of tomato juice.

But Clark didn't, because his father said countless times that he must restrain his inner anger in the face of other people's provocations.

Using violence to deal with bullying is the wrong choice.

"Who am I?"

He lay on the railing of the bridge, with this question echoing in his mind, without noticing that a Porsche driving at high speed suddenly slipped and lost control and ran into him.

Bang!

A Porsche weighing more than two tons directly knocked Clark out of the bridge with the railing.

The people and the car fell into the lake below, causing large splashes of water.

The strong impact force, coupled with the pressure of falling into the water, made the driver in the driver's seat faint instantly.

But Clark was unscathed and he did not appear to be hit by a sports car head-on.

Holding his breath, he tore the roof of the car hard, dragging the drowning man to the shore.

Seeing that the other party was unconscious, Clark followed the rescue measures seen on TV, squeezing his chest while giving artificial respiration.

Twenty minutes later, the police car and ambulance arrived together.

Along with it, Clark's acquaintance-Luke.

"It's fate, how many times have we met today?"

Luke smiled when he saw Clark with messy hair wearing a red blanket.

"How will you be here?"

Clark looked confused. It was a coincidence that Luke could be encountered at the scene of the accident.

"Forgot to introduce you, Lex Luther, my godson."

Luke walked up to Clark and said, pointing to the young man who was taking notes.

"I also want to thank you for saving his life today. Otherwise, I can't tell his father."

Lex Luther?

Clark froze for a moment. Does the other party have anything to do with the Lex Group of the Metropolis?

"Lex, how many times have I said, don't look around when driving, let alone speeding, it will make you lose your life."

Luke ignored Clark's puzzled expression and scowled.

The big boy with a beautiful golden-red hair didn't seem to be relieved from the accident, his eyes were a little hollow.

It wasn't until Luke appeared that his pale face had a slight gleam.

"That was an accident, godfather."

Although he looks similar in age, the teenager named Lex Luther still shows respect.

"I'm considering whether to tell your father to end your vacation early."

There was a little majesty on Luke's face, and when he heard "The holiday is over," Lex immediately became behaved.

He didn't want to go back to the mansion in the metropolis. Dad was so obsessed with his career that he never stayed at home for a few days.

In addition to facing a bunch of servants every day, I take the girls I know in school for a drive, or study various postures... That kind of life is really boring.

Lex loves this small town, everything looks very novel, without the feasting and hustle and bustle of a big city.

"Very good, it looks like this, I hope you can keep it up."

Luke was quite satisfied to see the bald Lex Luthor showing such a well-behaved appearance, Superman's enemy in the future.

Before he came here, he never dreamed that he would become a celebrity in the villain camp, the godfather of Lex Luthor.

This story is a long story, and it goes back to the time that just came.

Luke had arrived so many years earlier than Superman's spacecraft, and could not find the target person, he could only develop steadily and lay a solid foundation.

Acquiring wealth is the first step.

The ever-changing stock market has become Luke's first pot of gold.

No matter what time and space, there will always be too many fallacies at the nodes of history.

Seize the opportunity and banknotes are like falling from the sky every day.

Once the primitive accumulation is completed, it is necessary to enter the stage of purchasing industries and establishing a business empire.

About seven or eight years later, Luke abandoned his identity as a mysterious investor on Wall Street and became a young rich man in the metropolis.

Businesses such as crude oil extraction, pipeline transportation and road asphalt are involved in many ways and have been very successful.

It was at that time that he began to show his face and became the darling of media news.

what?

Why not invest in the real estate industry?

Please, this is a metropolis!

Real estate and insurance are simply two minefields.

Who knows how many buildings Superman will destroy in a year?!

During that time, Luke met Lex Luthor's father, whose company was in a downturn.

Out of evil taste, he extended a helping hand to help.

Then he became the godfather of the other party under the circumstances.

Speaking of it, Luke is now the Kryptonian cousin of Superman and the godfather of Lex Luthor.

How should this complicated relationship develop in the future?

"Wait, Lex, you said Clark saved you and implemented emergency measures against you. Does that include artificial respiration?"

Luke's thoughts suddenly turned crooked, he was a little regretful, why didn't he film this scene.

Otherwise, Superman kisses Lex Luthor-sending this photo to Louise Lane will definitely become the front page of the Daily Planet.

Upon hearing this, the two young men looked at each other.

Then he looked away unnaturally, and the atmosphere seemed to become anxious.

Clark felt a little regretful in his heart, but that was his first kiss, which was sent out before Lana.

"I will be responsible...no, don't get me wrong, I mean, I will be responsible for this car accident."

Feeling embarrassed, Lex wanted to find something, but it became darker and darker, and even the look of the policeman who was recording his confession changed.

Is this an alternative of turning enemies into friends?

Luke was sincerely pleased.

He totally agrees with this marriage.

Fertilizer does not flow out of the field.

The little cousin and the godson are a match made in heaven.