Smash It If You Don't Want It

Wild grass covered the ground, and a gentle breeze carried fresh, crisp air. Clark took a deep breath. For the first time, he felt his heart race.

The SUV keys lay quietly in his palm.

Just as Lex had said, many American high school students dreamed of owning a car of their own.

Clark looked at the keys in his hand, then shifted his gaze back to the red off-road sports car before him. Its rugged, fierce body, sleek lines full of aesthetic beauty, and red paint made the SUV impossible to miss on the road.

If... if he drove a car like this, Lana Lang would definitely notice him, right?

Clark did not notice in the slightest that the corners of his previously downturned lips had curled up. He could barely suppress his smile. Yeah, Clark looked exactly like a huge simp right now.

"But why?" Clark clenched his fists excitedly and looked at Jino beside him.

Why was the other party giving him such an expensive SUV?

The blond youth chuckled, casually hooked an arm around Clark's neck, patted his shoulder, and pointed at the SUV with the arm resting on him. "Cadillac Escalade."

"This car is my gift to you, as thanks for saving my brother."

Jino believed that people should know how to repay kindness. Someone had saved his brother, so giving them a three-hundred-thousand-dollar SUV was not excessive, was it?

"Wow, this really is..." Clark breathed heavily in excitement as he slowly walked around the red SUV. Like he was meeting a long-lost relative, he carefully reached out and pressed his palm against the body, his face filled with excitement and joy.

But when he thought of his strict father, Clark's smiling face stiffened slightly. His spirits sank, and he lowered his head in disappointment. "Sorry, Jino, I can't accept such a valuable gift."

He knew his father would never allow him to accept Jino's gift.

Negative Emotions from Clark Kent +1, +1

Jino was not surprised by Clark's reaction. After all, the big guy had a strict father. There was no way he would let Clark accept such a valuable gift.

But didn't that make it more challenging?

After all, the two things men loved most were persuading prostitutes to go straight and forcing decent women into prostitution.

Today, Clark had to accept this SUV. Jino had never lost a bet with Lex.

Besides, Jino had already thought of a solution before coming here.

"Don't want it?" Jino raised an eyebrow. Clark remained silent for a long while before finally nodding with difficulty.

"Yes, please return it. I didn't save him for a reward." Clark lowered his head and nodded softly.

"Fine, then let's smash it." Jino raised his fist and immediately swung it hard at the SUV's hood.

"What!?" Clark's expression changed dramatically as he watched Jino's unhurried fist about to land on the hood.

Clark had seen Jino's strength before. That punch would definitely wreck the engine and turn the car into a pile of scrap metal.

The fist drew closer and closer, as if Jino were about to smash nothing more than a cheap block of tofu. His handsome face was full of calm indifference.

"Damn it." Clark rarely cursed.

Smack!

The instant the fist came down, Clark raised his right hand and grabbed Jino's wrist.

"Why are you smashing it?" Clark was somewhat flustered and angry. His large eyes stared into Jino's blue ones, as if trying to see what Jino was thinking.

Smashing such an expensive car just like that was a complete waste of money.

"Because it's a gift for you." Jino lightly shook off Clark's hand and said calmly, "There has never been a precedent of a gift from the Luthor Family being returned."

Jino casually glanced at Clark. "If you don't want it, then the only option is to smash it."

As he spoke, Jino raised his fist again.

Arrogant and domineering—those words perfectly described Jino at that moment.

"Wait!" Clark pressed his lips together and grabbed Jino's wrist. He truly could not bear to watch the SUV get destroyed right in front of him, but he also did not feel right accepting the gift.

Jino saw the conflict in Clark's eyes and changed his tune. "Since you won't let me smash it, then keep the car for me for now, Clark."

"Keep it?" Clark seemed thoughtful, then gave a bitter smile. The kind of keeping Jino meant was probably for a lifetime. How was that any different from giving it to him in disguise? He had just changed the wording.

Jino did not care what Clark thought. He opened the passenger-side door, pulled a pair of sunglasses from the pocket of his white shirt, and put them on. Then he looked down at his watch, tapped on the car door, and turned toward Clark, who stood by the roadside with a complicated expression. "Can you drive? If we don't leave now, we'll be late."

"Ha." Clark sighed, but the smile curling at the corner of his mouth still proved that he was in a pretty good mood.

"I can! I got my license last summer!" Clark excitedly opened the driver's door, inserted the key, and turned the ignition.

The SUV let out a roar, and the powerful push into his seat made Clark's blood boil.

Clark shot Jino a grateful glance. The bitter expression on his face vanished, replaced by high spirits as he shouted, "Jino, hold on tight!"

"Oh?" Jino raised an eyebrow and played along. "Why?"

"Because..." Clark shifted gears, released the clutch, and stomped on the accelerator, sending the engine revving. "We're going to go fast!"

Smallville High School.

"Vroom—" Chloe carefully drove the silver Bugatti sports car into the parking lot and slowly stopped in front of a parking space.

Little Black Pete got out of the sports car behind Chloe. He reluctantly patted the body as he muttered, "Man, I'm going to miss your speed."

"Don't be so depressed. Maybe if you work hard and keep at it, you'll be able to buy a sports car like this someday too?" Chloe carried her backpack.

"Come on, I couldn't afford this sports car even if I sold all my internal organs." Little Black Pete rolled his eyes. He did not believe that nonsense about hard work making money.

"Vroom!" The roar of an SUV interrupted their thoughts, and many students heading into campus stopped and turned to look into the distance as well.

A red off-road beast drove into the parking lot at an unhurried pace and stopped in the space to the left of the silver sports car.

"Good morning, everyone." Clark, glowing with delight, opened the door and stepped out.

"Your keys." Chloe walked over to Jino and returned the sports car keys.

"Wow, Jino, just how many cars do you have?" Pete stared in awe at the steel beast before him. "This red SUV is so cool."

"I don't know, maybe more than ten. But this car doesn't belong to me anymore. It belongs to Clark now." Jino smiled and patted Clark's shoulder, while Clark gave a shy smile. "I'm just keeping it for him."

But upon hearing Jino's explanation, Chloe and Pete both widened their eyes, as if they had seen a ghost.

"What?"

The two exchanged a glance and said in unison, "You gave Clark a car!?"

For a moment, Chloe even wondered whether Jino had improper intentions toward Clark. Otherwise, why would he give Clark a car for no reason?

Were rich people all this willful?

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