Marvel Comics: Starting with the Ability to Replicate Superhuman Talents

"Well, that's true."

Kent Farm.

On the table with oatmeal porridge, Clark picked up a glass of milk and took a sip, licking the milk stains off his lips.

His expression was tangled, as if Lana and Louise were telling him who they should choose at the same time.

Should you go to college?

This is a good question. Clark, who is already a member of the Justice League, earns $100,000 per month as a front-line superhero, so he has no burden to pay for his college education. He can even take the initiative to reveal his identity if he wants to. All the top universities will rush to admit you and beg you to go to their school.

After all, the title of "The School Where Superman Graduated" alone is enough to drive many universities crazy.

"But I don't think I should go to college."

Clark sighed. In his opinion, he only went to college to find a good job, but now he already has one.

And the salary is not cheap, why go to college?

Do you enjoy the admiration and admiration of ordinary people? He used to be vain, but now he has grown up and is no longer the rebellious boy who quarreled with his parents just to be in the limelight.

"Clark, I know what you're thinking."

At the dinner table, Jonathan pursed his lips and looked at the son he had raised for eighteen years.

I don’t know how to describe it. I can only say that as Clark grows up, the boy spends less and less time with himself and Martha. Most of the time he is either going on missions or staying in the Justice League lobby playing games with Bart.

The change of environment is like a sharp blade, carving Clark into an increasingly unfamiliar appearance for Jonathan.

The other person no longer seemed like a high school student, but more like the cold and decisive Gino.

So, Jonathan wants Clark to return to a normal life.

Continuously witnessing violence and conflict can also have an impact on one's state of mind.

Jonathan is afraid that Clark will one day become like the unjust Superman who fell from the sky.

"Okay, I get it." Clark glanced at the envelope, and his clairvoyance ability allowed him to see the stacks of Franklins inside.

This moved the boy a little. His parents had been saving money for him to go to college, although he no longer needed it.

"I will talk to Gino, maybe he has some good suggestions."

"That's right." Jonathan nodded in agreement. After getting along with him for so long, Jonathan also saw clearly what kind of person Gino really was.

The other party is not as evil as Lionel, but is tolerant of ordinary people.

Luther Castle.

"Snapped!"

The black ball was put into the pocket, and Geno put down the billiard cue in his hand, leaning on the table with a playful expression.

"Are you going to college?"

"That's right." Clark scratched his head: "But I don't want to go to college with my true identity and feel like I can't learn anything at all, but I will be surrounded by fanatical fans."

This reminded Clark of what happened near his farm not long ago. Some fanatical fans tried to rush into the Kent farm to find him. However, these people were indeed stopped by nearby agents, which prevented them from breaking into the territory.

"Well, then you can choose any of these universities. The Luther family can talk to them no matter which university they go to."

Gino's tone was flat and sounded pretentious to outsiders, but Clark knew it was true.

For the extremely wealthy Luther family, wealth is power, and power is the right to speak.

But it doesn’t need to be so complicated. Keno only needs to write a recommendation letter in his own name, and the universities that receive the recommendation letter will hang the letter on the wall as a treasure.

"However, I want to know which school Lana applied for." Clark pursed his lips, and it seemed that he still couldn't let go of his Bai Yueguang.

Even though there are more and more women around him, Clark is still thinking about Lana from beginning to end.

A smile appeared on Jino's lips: "Lana seems to have been admitted to Monte University, a private university with expensive tuition. I have to say, she has a good aunt."

"What?"

Hearing Gino's words, Clark looked confused: "Lana hasn't told me yet!?"

Keno shrugged:

"Maybe she wants to know how important she is to you."

For Lana and Clark, Gino was used to them acting out and looking for trouble every now and then.

Lana's house.

The barn at Kent Farm was only a short distance away, and it only took Clark a few seconds to get there.

"Dududu."

There was a knock on the door.

Putting the clothes neatly in the suitcase, Lana wore dark red long sleeves and a pair of light blue jeans.

The girl had a happy smile on her face and hummed a tune popular in the town.

The origin story of this minor tune is a story about a heartless man who lingered between two girls and finally chose the innocent girl. However, he encountered the revenge of another girl on his wedding night and was tricked into drinking poisoned wine. The style of the song is sad and euphemistic.

"Please come in."

Lana didn't look back. There were only four people in the small town who could arrive at her villa late at night without alerting the guard dog at the door.

But three of the four people will not come to him, and the remaining answer is ready to come out.

"Hey, Lana."

Clark gently opened the door, with an awkward smile on his face: "I heard from Geno that you applied for college?"

"That's right, University of Montepolitan." Lana lowered her head and absentmindedly rummaged and arranged the folded clothes.

"But you didn't tell me?" Clark came closer and looked sideways at Lana, who lowered her eyes.

Clark didn't know how he felt now. He felt angry and a little aggrieved.

"But what should I tell you?"

"Are you going to bother you while you're busy chatting with Keira?"

Lana raised her head with a sarcastic smile on her face: "You clearly know how I feel about you, Clark, but you always learn from Keno and hang out with every woman."

"Me!" Clark wanted to say something, but after hearing Lana's words, the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat.

"That's it, Clark. It's too late for me to sign up, and there's no space left for me in the school dormitory."

"I am not you, the Big Three of the Justice League. I will be admired and cheered wherever I go."

Just like the insecurity that arises after a change of identity, Lana feels that Clark is getting better and better, but she seems to be still standing still.

This sense of identity dislocation also made her constantly think about the relationship between herself and Clark.

So it's time to come to a conclusion with Clark, either firmly choose yourself, or break up.

She closed the suitcase and looked deeply at Clark: "I really hope we can go back to the way we were before."

"That shy Clark is gone."