Marvel’s Superman

Kansas, Kent Farms.

Seventeen-year-old, underage Clark Kent opened his eyes from the bed.

The warm sun shines on my face, and it's another beautiful day.

He rolled over and sat up and ran to the window.

With a "swoosh", he opened the gauze curtain.

Clark stretched, thinking about the school's upcoming sports day.

He put on his clothes, walked to the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and sorted his clothes.

Appearing inside was a tall boy with black hair and a tuft of curly hair.

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

A gentle female voice came from downstairs, it was his mother.

"coming."

Clark stepped on the stairs and quickly descended to the living room.

Reached out to open the refrigerator, picked up a bottle of milk, and poured it "gudonggudong".

"I have a class tonight, and you two will make your own dinner. Remember, no pizza!"

Mrs. Kent neatly cleared the table, leaving only a serving of mashed potatoes, green salad, and pork chops.

Clark stuck out his tongue. It seemed that his mom had already discovered the secret pizza he and his dad had ordered before.

Mrs Kent refuses any fast food, firmly believing it to be junk food.

This may be related to her previous experience working in a fast food restaurant.

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

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

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

"Dad, I want to play football!"

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

He handed the permit to his father, hoping that the other party was in a good mood and could sign it graciously.

"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' permission.

Later sports such as football and basketball have no place of their own.

This caused Clark to be often called a "nerd" by his classmates at school.

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

But he never participated in after-school activities, which also made him attract a lot of discussions and did not have many friends.

"You know why, Clark."

Jonathan Kent looked complicated, his son was different since he was a child.

At the age of eight, he was able to lift the jeep that was parked in the yard.

If you encounter something angry, you can even squeeze the steel flat with your hands.

Jonathan clearly remembers what should have been a bloody tragedy when Clark accidentally fell into a grain harvesting machine.

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

Instead, the machine was stuck, and the cutting blades were twisted and deformed, as if hitting a hard object.

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

This made Jonathan feel very worried for a time, afraid that his son's super ability would be discovered by others and regarded as a freak.

The reason why he had this idea was because Clark was not his own and his wife's own flesh and blood.

More than a decade ago, an infant in swaddling fell to a Kent farm in a spaceship, and by the way brought a meteorite shower that almost destroyed the town.

That was the second time Kansas had seen anything like it, and the first time before.

A huge crater has appeared in the cornfields of Kent Farm, suspected to be the site of a meteorite impact.

But the police who came to investigate afterwards did not find any debris left.

This has also become an unsolved mystery in the town, spawning rumors such as aliens descending on Earth.

"I'll restrain myself, Dad! Cut the speed in half and never hit anyone..."

Clark still wanted to try to convince his parents, but he still failed to achieve his goal. He could only pick up his backpack and walk out of the house with a disappointed mood.

The most unfortunate thing was that the school bus that was supposed to be waiting for him had already driven away, raising a large amount of smoke and dust.

"Did Clark miss the car? I don't mind giving you a ride."

The honking of a car horn brought back a frustrated Clarke, and a young man in sunglasses greeted him.

The other party was sitting on a yellow Chevrolet Camaro with a dashing appearance, full of the self-confidence that belongs to a successful person.

"Mr. Cavill..."

Clark was a little embarrassed. The young man lived next to the Kent farm and was considered a neighbor.

He had heard from his father that Mr. Cavill was a rich young man in the metropolis, with a successful career and frequent appearances on the TV news.

"I said, just call me Luke."

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

Clark hesitated for a moment, then opened the car door and sat in.

"Cavill first... Luke, are you back in town for a vacation?"

This sunny big boy took the initiative to find a topic, and the other party stayed in the metropolis most of the time, busy with business.

The luxury villa in the town, as well as the large nearby fields, were all vacant.

"Just finished business with the Lex Group and dropped by at your school's ribbon cutting - I donated a library."

Luke spoke plain and boring words in a flat tone.

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

The last half of Clark's words were kept in his mouth and turned to compliments.

"It's just a trivial thought."

Luke waved his hand, indicating that it was no big deal.

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

The other party is also a little better than Superman in the Flashpoint world, with the development of strength, speed and various senses.

Roughly estimated, probably stay at the most basic level.

Without training, Clark may not even have mastered the ability to fly, just passively absorbing the sun's rays.

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

The corners of Luke's mouth twitched and he said softly.

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

Hearing this, Clark's eyes darkened.

He is destined to have no way to participate in those fierce and bloody sports competitions.

Just ask what would happen if a guy who could lift a jeep with one hand hit his opponent head-on.

"I like reading books and studying astronomy."

Clark said in a low voice.

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

Luke has been in this plane for a while, and he finds himself on Earth before Superman.

So, by accumulating wealth, he bought the farmland around Kent Farm and became Clark's father's neighbor.

Then went to the metropolis, relying on the stock market crash and financial securities, and quickly accumulated wealth.

No one hates a good life, let alone in a "free country" where capital is supreme.

Banknotes may not be an all-purpose pass, but without banknotes it is absolutely impossible.

"Thank you, Luke."

Speeding all the way to the school, Clark politely thanked him before getting off the bus.

He doesn't know why, but every time he sees this famous young rich man in the metropolis, he always gives him a sense of intimacy.

"Clark, don't be too polite to 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 is not even a shadow of the Justice League.

Gotham's Batman may be traveling the world by now.

Superheroes in other cities are also in their developmental stages.

The reason he stayed in this small town in Kansas was not just for his little cousin on Krypton.

The advent of Superman brings a mysterious meteorite shower at the same time.

Luke even found traces of kryptonite in it, 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 thought he could be the biggest collector of kryptonite besides Lex Luthor.

In case of drawing a super template, it can also be used as a snack reserve for entertainment.