Let Me Show You How to Be a Badass

This was Clark's first time meeting Jino.

The young man in the driver's seat rested one hand on the sports car door and held the steering wheel with the other. His long fingers tapped rhythmically against the wheel along with the music playing in the car.

With a forceful tone, he said to Clark, "No time to waste. Get in the car and come with me, big dummy!"

"We're catching up to that school bus ahead!"

"I..." Clark sighed. He had originally planned to use Super Speed to take a shortcut and run to school, but this sports car-driving boy had suddenly barged into his life like someone from another world. His teenage desire to show off, coupled with Jino's influence...

As if possessed, Clark reached out, pulled open the door, and sat in the passenger seat.

Who could resist the temptation of experiencing a sports car? Especially a pure-hearted big boy like Clark.

"That's more like it, big boy. Buckle up."

Jino stared ahead, cracked his neck, and said coolly, "Things are about to get fast!"

He stepped on the clutch, shifted gears, released the brake, and lightly pressed the accelerator. The previously still sports car suddenly let out a deafening roar and instantly became a blur racing down the road. The Bugatti shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow, chasing after the school bus.

Amid the howl of the wind, Jino controlled the wheel with one hand and swung the car around the bend in a beautiful arc. He shouted at Clark, "This is cool, isn't it?"

The wind roared past his ears, while the sports car's engine ignited a man's blood. Even Clark, who had always restrained himself, felt the urge to cheer at the top of his lungs.

Although he could easily catch the sports car with his own speed, riding in one was an entirely different experience. He nodded hard and shouted back, "You're a great driver!"

"Ah, it's nothing." Jino's expression remained calm. As the sports car continued accelerating, they could already see the school bus ahead.

Jino grinned wickedly. "Let's make this more exciting!"

With that, Jino stomped on the accelerator again, and the sports car screamed straight toward the school bus's taillights!

"Wait! What are you doing!?" Clark's face changed dramatically as he watched the sports car race toward the school bus at terrifying speed.

Three hundred meters, two hundred meters!

The engine roared, the body growled, and the tires hissed as they rolled over the dirt.

"We're going to crash!" Clark gripped the car door tightly. He was about to jump out and stop this tragedy!

Meanwhile, Clark's Negative Emotions kept ringing in Jino's ears.

Just as Clark was about to leap from the sports car to prevent the impending accident, Jino sharply spun the steering wheel and yanked up the handbrake.

The smoothly speeding car instantly swung sideways. The enormous inertia nearly flung Clark out, and the sunny young man could not help gripping the door tighter as he nervously watched the sports car sweep past the school bus in a professional gutter-run maneuver.

The tires let out an ear-piercing scream!

With a light, swift, and dashing drift, the sports car passed the school bus and effortlessly completed the overtake.

That was thanks to Lionel, who had invited the world's top racing drivers to train Jino from a very young age. His driving skills were excellent!

On the school bus, the driver's face turned green with rage.

He watched that arrogant sports car pass the bus he was driving, overtaking him with a drift. To a man, it was a silent provocation!

The driver was furious. He thought that if he had been twenty years younger, he could have pulled off high-speed drifting too! How could he let some youngster act so wildly?

The driver muttered resentfully:

"Young people these days have no sense of respect. They don't care about respecting the old or caring for the young!"

The students in the bus also cried out in surprise, but to these hormone-filled youngsters, this was simply the coolest thing ever!

Near the back of the school bus, a Black boy rubbed his eyes in disbelief and looked toward the passenger seat of the sports car. In an odd tone, he said, "Wait, Chloe, isn't that Clark in the passenger seat?"

"What?"

The girl with short blonde hair bit her lip. Her name was Chloe, and she was one of Clark's only two friends at school.

She looked in surprise at the familiar brown jacket and red backpack, then rolled her eyes at Pete beside her. "It doesn't just look like him. It is Clark."

"Shit!" The Black boy pursed his thick lips, his feelings complicated. "I never knew our farm boy had a friend who drove a sports car. We've never seen that guy at school before."

The girl ran a hand through her short blonde hair. "He looks pretty young. Maybe he's a transfer student or something? Do you think I have a chance of inviting him to the Dance Party?"

Pete shrugged. "I didn't get a clear look at his face, but if he's handsome, then maybe you don't have a chance."

"Those enthusiastic cheerleaders will eat him alive before it gets to you, Chloe. We're the school's trio of freaks, remember?"

"Being rich is one thing, but if he's tall and handsome too, trust me, he'll easily replace Whitney as the school's undisputed heartthrob. He could take any cute girl home to play cards."

"Because no girl would reject a man that perfect." Pete rubbed his cheek. "If I were a woman, I'd be crazy about him too."

Outside the school bus,

The sports car on the other side returned to a steady pace. Jino raised his right hand and gave the school bus behind him a thumbs-down, then stomped on the accelerator and sped away amid the driver's angry curses.

"Oh my God, you're insane!"

Still shaken, Clark pressed his lips together. This was how he showed anger. "What you did was completely irresponsible toward human life, and you clearly don't value your own life either!"

Clark lectured on and on. As Jino harvested Clark's Negative Emotions, he tilted his head as though listening carefully, his face showing agreement. He nodded and said, "You're right. I won't do it again."

Hearing Jino's words, Clark froze slightly and looked at him with some suspicion.

But when the young man took off his sunglasses and revealed a sincere, earnest gaze, Clark fell silent for a moment before deciding to believe him.

Perhaps this new classmate had simply been spoiled by his family because he was too rich?

Kind-hearted Clark always liked to believe in others.

"We're here."

As Clark pondered this, the sports car slowly pulled into a parking space outside the school.

Jino pulled out the keys, patted Clark on the shoulder, then took a pack of gum from his pocket and gestured for Clark to take one. "Let's get acquainted. My name is Jino Luthor."

Clark politely took a stick of gum, then stared at Jino in surprise. "Luthor? The Luthor Family from the town's chemical plant?"

"Ah, that's right. If there isn't a second Luthor Family in town, then I'm that Luthor." Jino raised an eyebrow, winked at Clark, and extended his right hand in friendship.

Clark pursed his lips. Although Jino's actions earlier had been a little crazy, fortunately they had not caused a major disaster. After thinking it over, he still took Jino's offered hand and said seriously, "My name is Clark Kent."