Superman

Clark recently cancelled all extracurricular activities, not just asking for leave with his big cousin, and freeing himself from the miserable life of human sandbags.

He also suspended the training of the football team. In addition to going to the Metropolis to check in on time at night, he basically spent the day at Lex’s mansion to learn fencing skills, or go to the ranch to learn equestrian skills.

Even the adoptive father Jonathan is very strange, when did Clark like riding a horse?

As everyone knows, his son is only to achieve outstanding performance in the game and successfully win the goddess.

Changing to the previous Clarke may not be so proactive.

Cinching and doubting oneself are the most common things a superman in adolescence does.

But after being trained by his big cousin, Clark's mentality has changed.

"As long as the hoe is swayed well, there is no corner to dig... Although the famous flower has a master, I can help loosen the soil..."

Clark muttered the classic motto he learned from his elder cousin, leaning forward, leaning down on the back of his horse, and driving a racing horse with hooves.

"Clark, maybe you really have this talent..."

Lex slowly followed behind, trying to reduce the surprised expression on his face.

He discovered for the first time that this guy who was called a "nerd" at school actually had a learning ability far beyond ordinary people.

In three days, it is only for ordinary people to learn how to ride.

It can be placed here in Clark, and he can already ride his horse and make some difficult moves.

"Is this level eligible to participate in equestrian competitions?"

Clark ran two laps and grabbed the reins.

Slowly straighten your back and slow down.

"If you just sign up for ordinary competitions and obstacle courses, there should be no problem."

Lex held the reins in one hand and touched his chin with the other, and said in a deep voice.

Generally speaking, there are multiple events in equestrian competitions.

Such as dressage, endurance, barrel race, etc.

It is mainly to test the ability of the rider and to create an enjoyable program effect.

For those projects that have certain technical requirements, Clark does not need to waste time.

But like speed races and obstacle races, this kind of difficulty is relatively low, suitable for novice projects, you can register.

If you can get the top spot, you can win the favor of the goddess.

There is no young girl who will refuse a star figure who is in the limelight.

This is one of the reasons why cheerleaders and quarterbacks in the school are so popular.

"You still need a good horse."

Lex added.

It's not just that you can just find a wild horse and sprint on the field.

Regular competitions have strict requirements on the weight, gender, and age of the horses.

The race in the small town may not be so exaggerated, but at least it must be a qualified horse, not a wild horse caught by a rope.

"This may be a big problem..."

Clark scratched his head. He didn't even have a decent knight costume, let alone a good racehorse.

"The few horses I raised, they all live in the metropolitan horse farm, and they can't be adjusted for half of the time."

Lex was a little bit troubled, and his father would not allow it. His beloved thing was consigned to a small town to participate in an equestrian competition that was not famous.

In the words of the other party, "this will damage the face and honor of the Luther family."

Horse racing is an ancient sport that can be traced back to ancient Greece.

It was then carried forward by Britain and became a fashion behavior in aristocratic circles.

In recent years, horse-raising and horse racing have been favored by the upper class in metropolitan areas and have become new means of showing off their wealth.

An excellent thoroughbred horse is only more expensive than a modern high-end sports car.

Need to hire specialized labor and breeding, and purchase sites, etc.

The wealthy people like to create some threshold leisure activities, hoping to separate themselves from the poor.

Yachts, sports cars, private jets... are all similar exclusive items that show their identity.

"Maybe the godfather will have a way. I remember he raised a thoroughbred horse that won the World Jumping Championship. It's called... Lightning Barry?"

Lex took off his helmet, rolled over and dismounted, suddenly remembered and said.

He has no friends, so he attaches great importance to Clark.

"Then I will wait and ask."

If it were replaced by someone else, Clark might just give up, not wanting to trouble Lex again.

But if it's a big cousin, it's worth a try.

We are all relatives, so borrowing a horse should be fine.

"Lightning Barry? Just ride away."

Luke, who stayed in the mansion to study kryptonite, silently covered the lead box when he saw his little cousin visiting, and readily agreed.

He is about to return to the Marvel Universe, where the industry will eventually be handed over to Clark and Lex, which is regarded as a kind of trusteeship.

After all, who can be more trustworthy than the little cousin and godson?

What a purebred horse is nothing.

"By the way, some mutants appeared in the town recently, Clark, don't forget your mission as Superman intern."

Luke kindly reminded.

The little cousin is busy digging the wall recently, but ignores the surrounding situation.

Some residents in the town who have been exposed to kryptonite for a long time and have been exposed to radiation.

Their bodies undergo abnormal changes, producing various strange abilities.

Luke secretly marked several dangerous elements, preparing to throw it to his little cousin to gain experience in leveling and fighting monsters.

Clark nodded vigorously, patted his chest to make sure.

But the big cousin can clearly see that he is a little absent-minded.

It is like a student who is dragged into the classroom after school, sitting in the classroom with his body and his heart flying to other places.

Luke can also understand this, seventeen or eighteen years old.

In addition to the white thighs and , there is nothing else in my mind.

The flood of male hormones can easily make Clark lose his calm mind and become troubled by gains and losses.

No way, who made the little cousin just a pure and innocent virgin who had just handed in his first kiss and had his virginity intact.

By the way, his first kiss was Lex Luther.

Maybe this is why the other party helped Clark so enthusiastically?

"Friendly reminder, if you win the game, you have a chance to communicate with Lana further, and you must remember to ask her to remove the necklace."

Luke seemed to think of something and exhorted him.

If the little cousin prepares to carry the gun and mounts, the result is that he is not weakened, he has more than his heart, and his strength is insufficient, then it may cause serious trauma to his young mind.

According to incomplete statistics, among male groups, the first experience is too bad, which has a high probability of causing disharmony in future marriages.

"necklace……"

Clark was puzzled, but didn't think much.

His trust in his eldest cousin is increasing day by day, everyone is Saiyan, can Luke still harm himself!?

...

...

The equestrian competition arrived as scheduled, the scene can be said to be noisy with gongs and drums, firecrackers blasting, red flags on display, crowds of people... I'm sorry, it was a scene.

This is an annual large-scale program in the town, from the executive committee to the ordinary residents, they will gather here, which is a grand event suitable for all.

The competition has four major events, dressage, barrel winding, hurdles and racing.

The champion will receive a "Golden Pumpkin Award" from the town's administrative committee and a cash prize of one thousand dollars.

As a town-level competition, the prize money is very generous.

"Clark, come on!"

Before the game began, the adoptive father Jonathan and Mrs. Kent came together and cheered up for their son.

"Champions and cash are not important, the important thing is to get something."

The adoptive father Jonathan, as always, always speaks with positive energy.

reward?

Clark looked not far away, dressed in a knight costume, looking heroic Lana.

He felt his youthful heart, as if he had been hit by something.

The lively atmosphere spread rapidly, and the entire stadium was filled with cheers and applause.

I saw a beautifully dressed horse, led by the rider.

Like a professional dancer, twisting at a rhythmic pace.

With fast-paced drum beats and exciting music, it instantly brings the atmosphere to the highest peak.

After dozens of minutes have passed, the opening show is over, and it is finally the turn of the race to start.

Clark, who was slightly nervous, looked up at his big cousin sitting on the viewing platform, and took a deep breath.

The latter seemed to sense the little cousin's eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose sharply.

"I can do it!"

Riding on the thoroughbred horse called "Lightning Barry", Clark felt like a heroic medieval knight.

He was about to rush to the battlefield to win honors and medals, and then receive the favor of Her Royal Highness.

With such a beautiful vision, he tightened the reins and clamped the horse's belly with his legs.

Just waiting for the starter to fire, this horse, known as the "Koenigsegg of Thoroughbred Horses", will be able to beat all the opponents and become the most dazzling star on the field.

Bang!

The gunfire sounded.

Clark shook the reins, and Barry of Lightning broke through the two open doors, leaping out like an arrow from the string.

Just at the starting point, he throws off his opponent a lot.

But there was no applause or cheers.

Clark, immersed in the atmosphere of the game, felt that something was wrong.

Suddenly, he pulled the reins hard, and quickly wanted to stop.

Because in front of him, stood a man wearing a "President Jefferson" mask.

The gunshot was exactly what he made.

"Meet again, kid!"

The opponent was wearing the starter's overalls, and did not know where to draw a submachine gun.

After shooting towards the sky for a while, he fired at Lightning Barry again.

The Thoroughbred Horse, worth a limited edition Koenigsegg, was shot violently, covered with blood holes, and fell down in pain.

Out of inertia, Clark fell forward, rolled a few laps, and hit the fence beside the track.

Screams, shouts... flooded into Clark's ears like waves.

He barely opened his eyes and saw the gunman, approaching Lana riding on a red horse.

"……in danger!"

Terrible thoughts occupies Clark's mind. He seemed to be given a shot of adrenal hormones, and he instantly became energetic and full of strength.

boom!

The atmosphere made a blast, as if a bomb had been detonated, raising billowing smoke and dust, obscuring sight.

Clark threw himself in front of the gangster wearing the "President Jefferson" mask like lightning, then punched out with his fists.

Boom!

It was as if the metal and iron hit, making a sonorous sound.

Clark's eyes widened, with an expression of incredible shock on his face.

"Little guy, I am different from before!"

A stern voice came from under the mask, and the gangster who had robbed the bank but was scared away by Clark took the punch in the front.

Throwing away the submachine gun as a cover, he shook his head fiercely and slammed it forward!

Boom!

There was another dull explosion.

Clark staggered back two steps, golden light in his eyes.

The brain "buzzed" as if hitting a copper wall.

"what's going on?"

Clark barely stood firm and saw "President Jefferson" continue to rush up.

The skin of the opponent's body showed a metallic color.

It seems to be cast from steel, full of a powerful sense of power.

"Where did he come from?"

Luke, who was sitting in the stands, raised the corners of his mouth, showing a calm expression of interest.

He wanted to see how his trained little cousin would do in the face of enemies of equal strength.

However, Clark's situation is not optimistic.

The younger cousin has learned how to control power, but he lacks talent in fighting.

The "President Jefferson" with a body of steel constantly suppressed Clark and gave a violent blow to the storm.

"Fist, dodge... His speed and reaction seem to be inferior to his big cousin."

Thanks to his long experience as a human sandbag, Clark quickly adapted to the rhythm and began to look for opportunities.

Crossed his hands and held the fist of "President Jefferson".

Then, the elbow bends and hits the opponent's head that is leaning over.

Bang!

Like a heavy hammer, blasted "President Jefferson" and knocked it out.

Clark continued to posture defensively. He would not attack, but he knew how to counterattack.

"Come here!"

The little cousin made the provocative action he had learned from Luke, raised his finger and made a few moves.

The dizzy "President Jefferson" seemed to be caught in a mockery, dashing over like an angry bull.

The steel palms that could squeeze steel and crush rock suddenly closed, tightly holding Clark.

The sudden force is enough to crush the bones of others and rupture the internal organs.

But Clark just felt it was hard to breathe, he didn't panic, he did what he did.

Head back and bump forward!

Boom!

The "President Jefferson" who received an elbow hit his head again and staggered back, bleeding from his ears and nose.

"...Try to cut him in the middle."

Clark seemed to hear the voice of his big cousin, he subconsciously took a step forward and clenched his fists.

Unruly, he quickly slammed his fist on the chest of "President Jefferson".

Every punch is done with all his strength, like a round sledgehammer.

——

The continuous muffled sound echoed on the court.

Even though "President Jefferson" was a man of steel, he couldn't bear Clark's lightning-fast punches. He vomited a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground to faint.