Chapter 9 I’m doing this for your own good, Clark

After Clark and David left.

After being beaten to the ground, Whitney and several football players got up with difficulty after a while.

Several people beat each other without even touching the person's clothes. Everyone laughed at them, and they helped each other and left in embarrassment.

Not long after they went out, a thin figure walked out of the bar and stared at the people leaving in baseball uniforms with a cold look in his eyes.

"There's no rush, there's plenty of time."

He murmured and returned to the bar to continue drinking slowly. His eyes occasionally glanced at a strong black man in the corner of the bar who was picking up girls. There was no expression on his face, as if he was looking at a dead man.

The original plan cannot be disrupted.

As for those high school students on the school team who were equally bad.

He remembered that tomorrow night was the spring dance of the small town high school.

"I've never attracted anyone's attention at dances before, but this time it's different." Jerome sneered.

He will be the most dazzling one at the ball.

…

"Put me down, David."

Clark woke up weakly and struggled to get off David's shoulders.

"I don't want to go back."

He hasn't figured out how to go back and face his parents.

"What, eighteen-year-old Clark wants to run away from home?"

David felt that there was a very simple solution to this matter that did not require any pretentious back-and-forth.

He raised his hand and struck with a knife.

Snapped!

After being hit on the back of the neck, Clark looked back at his brother in confusion, not understanding what his brother was going to do.

"I'm running out of strength."

Seeing this, David smacked his lips.

Freed from Kryptonite radiation, Clark gradually began to recover despite the lack of sunlight.

Bang!

He added another blow.

The terrifying force was enough to smash the tank with a knife. The air wave spread for more than ten meters, like a strong wind, and the weeds on both sides of the road shook violently.

Clark's eyes rolled up and he fainted.

"It's done."

…

His skin color recovered on the dim road, and David carried the unconscious Clark back to the farm.

The couple inside the house were still waiting for their two children to come back, and the doorway of the house showed warmth and light.

Before going in, he took out the green glowing kryptonite necklace and waved it around Clark's face, giving him a layer of 'makeup'.

After being exposed to kryptonite radiation, Clark, who had almost recovered, once again became painful while in a coma, his face was weak and white, as if he was seriously ill.

After feeling almost done, David put away the kryptonite with satisfaction.

"Kryptonians would have to be exposed to kryptonite for at least months or even years before their lives would be in danger."

No problem for a short time, especially since Clark is not an ordinary Kryptonian.

"Of course, I'm doing this for your own good, Clark."

He was definitely not doing it for some information suggesting +3 or +2 pain from Clark.

David smiled and walked in with Clark on his shoulders.

"Oh my God, David, what happened to your brother?"

Seeing this scene, Martha was so scared that she covered her mouth.

"Clark, why did you faint?"

Jonathan's expression was in disbelief. Clark was stronger than an ox when he was a child and had never been sick or injured. This was the first time the couple saw him like this, pale and unconscious.

"I don't know either. It seems like there's something wrong with Clark's super physique."

David said without blushing or heart beating.

"Let him lie down quickly."

Carefully taking Clark from his younger son's shoulders, Jonathan laid him down on his back on the couch.

Martha quickly went to get a glass of water, came to the sofa, and called her son's name anxiously.

"Clark?"

The couple were a little flustered.

Because speaking of it, even though the two of them were middle-aged, they had never encountered their son getting sick.

"Well."

Feeling a shaking, Clark woke up in a daze.

His parents gathered around him anxiously, with an indescribable concern in their eyes, and they were cautious, not daring to shake him hard.

"Father, mother..."

Returning to his warm and familiar home, he felt a little dazed as he looked at his parents gathered around him.

I almost forgot when my father's hair grew gray, his face became weathered, his body was no longer so strong, and the corners of his mother's eyes were wrinkled by time, and her skin was sagging. Everything pierced his eyes like knives.

I just remember that when I was a child, I loved riding on my father's neck and letting him run around. I was not interested in the passing games that other fathers and sons liked to play, leaving my father helpless and could only play with David.

By the way, there was a time when he liked to eat corn dogs and always pestered his mother to make them... Scenes from the past came to mind.

Clark's nose felt as if he had been hit by a punch and couldn't help but feel sore. He was the one who wasted his parents' youth.

“My parents picked me up from a rain of meteorites and raised me as hard as their own son. They even cared more about my psychology and emotions than they did David.

Never asked for anything from me, never expected to get anything from me. "

It was obvious that one could easily take advantage of his abilities and make a lot of money by packaging him up as a promising young football or soccer star without having to work on the farm all day long, but his parents never did that.

"I've even been asked to hide my abilities just to protect me, but I'm still tired of it..."

"Clark, what's wrong with you?" Her son was in a daze and didn't speak for a long time. Martha was even more anxious, fearing that there was something wrong with his health.

"Mother!"

Clark's eyes were red, and he suddenly stood up filled with guilt, stretched out his arms and hugged tightly the couple who loved him most in the world.

"I was wrong, father.

No matter what my identity is, it cannot change the fact that I am your son. "

How stupid I was before, even though my parents didn't care about his identity, they treated him like their own son for more than ten years and gave him the best and the warmest love in the world.

But he struggled with this after learning the truth.

"As long as you come back, Clark."

Jonathan's heart dropped, and a smile appeared on his face. He looked at each other with relief at Martha, and hugged his son.

"It seems that someone gave up and ran away from home?"

David, who was leaning against the door frame, clapped his hands with a playful expression. Clark remembered that he was a little ashamed before and said to his brother.

[Happiness from Clark +14, Gratitude +7, Shame +5...]

"You always see things better than I do, David."

Jonathan and Martha also admit this. Their youngest son is smart and mature, and they never have to worry about it.

"Clark, are you okay?"

The warm family atmosphere returned to the past, and Martha thought of her son's pale face just now, "Why do you look like you are sick?"

"I'm fine, except for the back of my head...hiss!"

Clark touched the back of his head, as if his head had been hit by a rocket falling from the sky. He gasped in pain and looked up at David in confusion.

"David, you...?"

Was he too weak from Lana's necklace? How could it be so painful to be beaten by his brother?

It shouldn't be...

"It seems like it's a little heavy this time."

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and David calmly changed the subject.

"Maybe Clark was injured by Whitney and the others."

"Injured? Clark, were you beaten?"

Clark, who was about to ask David what was going on, was immediately questioned by Jonathan and Martha with confusion and concern. He could no longer find the opportunity to ask David.

…

Under the starry sky, there is a huge warehouse where machinery and tools are placed on the farm.

On the second floor, through the open-air window, Clark explained the ins and outs of the incident to his parents, and finally convinced them that he was not harmed in any way.

At least not from the Whitney guys...

The breeze blows and the wheat fields on the farm rustle, making people feel comfortable and peaceful. Everything is like before.

Clark sat in front of the window, staring through the astronomical telescope at the unobstructed view of one kilometer away, with a smile unconsciously appearing on his lips.

In front of a house in the telescope, a beautiful black-haired figure was sitting on the steps and corridor, blowing the evening breeze, and writing an English report.

The most important thing was that the green necklace was no longer around the figure's neck, which made him think about it...

Suddenly, a figure of Youdao sneaked closer to Lana's house. After secretly taking a few photos of Lana behind the bushes, he put away the camera, deliberately shook the bushes, put down a gift box in a panic and shyly, turned around and ran away.

Lana went over puzzled and opened the gift box.

Several butterflies with colorful and beautiful wings with green shimmering dust flew out, just like a scene in a fairy tale.

She covered her mouth in surprise and looked towards the street, trying to find the person who had given her the gift.

"A suitor?"

Clark felt a little sour in his heart, Lana's charm was really extraordinary.

He was going to see who the person who gave the gift was and whether he recognized it.

"I remember someone asked my mother for three hundred dollars, saying he was interested in astronomy?"

Suddenly, a voice came, and Clark was startled and turned around.

David slowly came up from the stairs, looking strange and unexpected.

"To be honest, when I first saw you looking outside with this thing, I thought you were lonely and sentimental looking for your hometown among the stars after learning about your life experience."

"But the result..."

Looking at the astronomical telescope pointed directly at a certain house, he raised his eyebrows.