"All right, this really is..."
Kent Farm.
At the dining table with a bowl of oatmeal, Clark picked up a glass of milk and took a sip, then licked the milk from his lips.
His expression was conflicted, as if Lana Lang and Lois Lane had confessed to him at the same time and he could not decide which one to choose.
Should he go to college?
It was a good question. As a Justice League member and frontline superhero, Clark earned a hundred thousand dollars a month, so paying for college would be no burden at all. If he wanted, he could even reveal his identity, and every top university would scramble to admit him and beg him to attend.
After all, the title "Superman's alma mater" alone would be enough to drive plenty of universities mad.
"But I don't think I should go to college."
Clark sighed. In his view, college was only for finding a decent job, but he already had one.
And it paid extremely well, so why go to college?
To enjoy ordinary people's admiration and worship? He used to be vain, but he had grown up. He was no longer that rebellious boy who argued with his parents just to show off.
"Clark, I know what you're thinking."
At the table, Jonathan pressed his lips together as he looked at the son he had raised for eighteen years.
He did not know how to describe it. As Clark grew older, the boy spent less and less time with him and Martha. Most of the time, he was either out on missions or staying at Justice League Hall playing games with Bart.
The changing environment was like a sharp blade, carving Clark, once an uncut gem, into someone Jonathan was gradually finding unfamiliar.
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