The morning for the Kent family was not peaceful.
However, little Mr. Kent's school life was relatively uneventful.
In the classroom, the sun shone diagonally on the desks through the windows. Ian pushed up the new glasses on the bridge of his nose and turned to look at his blond deskmate who always arrived at the classroom in time.
"Hello, ma'am."
He deliberately lowered his voice and remained polite.
However.
Madison's eyes are quite strange.
"Study card, what do you want to do?" She glanced at Ian's slightly changed face, "You want me to compliment your new glasses? They don't look like a fashionable brand."
Regarding mainstream luxury goods, Madison has a doctorate level of research, so she is very sure that the glasses worn on Ian's face are no different from the popular brands that can be bought on the roadside for tens of dollars.
"Hey~"
Ian has tried more than ten times today, but still has not been able to successfully use his father's glasses. He doubts that these broken glasses have the function of identifying the owner.
"Maybe I don't have Bio-field."
The boy thought with regret in his heart.
Madison seems to have long been accustomed to Ian's capriciousness. She sat down on her own chair and began to take out her cosmetics. She spent the entire morning class fine-tuning her makeup.
The teacher turned a blind eye to this.
"I have an audition after school."
The girl was so proud that she wanted to share her life with her friends.
However.
[You painted carefully and learned some writing skills, [student] professional experience value +1]
[You painted carefully and learned some writing skills, [student] professional experience value +1]
Ian is leveling up.
He wanted to make <The Boys> come out as soon as possible and see if he could unlock Homelander's template career. His performance of not even perfunctory made Madison speechless.
"What are you drawing?"
She leaned over and looked at Ian's picture book.
Only seen.
The character above who looks like Superman is - Getsuga Tensho.
"Hiss!"
Madison took a deep breath.
"Aren't you afraid that Superman will come to trouble you if you denigrate Superman's image like this?" To be honest, Madison also thinks this comic is quite novel, but he is still a little worried about the "safety" of his deskmate.
Superman certainly won't kill children.
But this does not mean that Superman will not beat children.
"Don't worry...Superman's heart is really broad, as his son can attest to." Ian did not raise his head and continued to work on his creation.
He didn't dare to add more of his own ideas, for fear of affecting his career gains, which also made him feel that this work slightly lacked the talent content of Yidiudiu.
"Um, Superman has a son? Your gossip is wild enough, even more outrageous than the gossip I saw online." Of course Madison would not believe Ian's "nonsense".
That's it.
Between casual conversations.
Time flies.
Soon it was time for lunch.
Canteen.
The family was full of demon hunters. Sam·Winchester, who had an extraordinary background, sneakily sat opposite Ian. After looking around for a while, he handed over a crumpled piece of paper.
"Everything my family knows about Reaper is on it."
He spoke softly.
"Okay, thank you, Sam."
Ian took the paper, stuffed it into his pocket, and continued to pick at the mashed potatoes on the dinner plate.
"Don't you look at it?"
Sam is a little surprised.
Ian's expression froze slightly, "I have realized it, a profound enlightenment, so suddenly I don't like fighting and killing so much. I think Reaper's life is actually fate."
He answered vaguely.
"????"
Sam looked confused.
It seems that I don't understand what Ian is saying at all.
And at this time.
Ian Seeing the classmate next door who was wearing a somewhat shabby dress, he suddenly put down the fork in his hand as if he thought of something, "By the way, do you need the best lunch loan?"
This is one of Ian's core businesses in school.
Wide audience.
Sam was obviously stunned after hearing this.
"No, my family has a credit card." He chose to refuse. As a traditional demon hunter family, they never have to spend their own money to eat. Credit card skimming is their core skill.
"Okay."
Ian nodded regretfully.
"Um... so, my dad should be fine, right? You won't go looking for trouble with him, right?" Sam hesitated for a moment, and then mustered up the courage to ask Ian.
"Of course not, I'm not a school bully."
Ian glanced at the overly cautious classmate in front of him strangely.
"Um..."
Sam doesn't believe what Ian says.
Ian was probably the only one in the whole school who felt that he was not a school bully - his limited emotional intelligence came into play, and he did not tell the truth after all, but stood up and left as if a stone had been put down in his heart.
After watching Sam leave, Ian quickly put his hands together, closed his eyes, and whispered piously, "Thank you, the great Lady Death, for giving me a wonderful lunch today..."
He was testing whether Death Goddess was spying on him just now.
The response still came quickly.
"You have a wonderful lunch, and you want to disturb my lunch?" This was an annoyed and questioning voice, but after hearing it, Ian did not respond.
After all, there are temptations.
His emotional connection today has also been in place.
There is no need to add superfluous information.
"Thank you also to my adoptive father."
Ian didn't favor one over the other. After dinner, it was time for physical education class in the afternoon. Ian ran among the crowd, deliberately controlling his speed to keep himself in the middle of the team.
"Ian! Help me!"
The dog-licking girl Emily fell in front of Ian.
Ian One step.
Jumped directly over the obstacle.
He knows that this is how superheroes should hide their extraordinaryness in the crowd.
"..."
This time I really fell Emily everyone was numb.
She received ruthless ridicule from the girls led by Madison.
During free time, most students would choose a sports event for exercise. However, Ian believed in the power of technology and was just going to go to the gym after school to buy some dragons and give them a try.
Therefore.
He found a secluded step and sat down, took out a wad of crumpled bills from his pocket, and began to count them one by one. His deskmate Madison, who didn't like sports very much, seemed to have just finished having sex with someone else.
Her hair is messy.
There are also several scratches on the face made by fingernails.
"What are you doing here?" Madison saw what Ian recorded in the notebook, and sat next to Ian and took Ian's Coke.
"Settling accounts."
Ian doesn't like to look up when he's serious.
"You still want to keep track of how much money you have collected?" Madison's tone was a little surprised. She probably looked at the banknotes in Ian's hand, which looked like thousands of dollars at least.
This is definitely a huge sum of money.
This is true even for adults.
"This is for tax purposes."
Ian breathed a sigh of relief and calculated his minimum tax return amount.
"God, you are such a talent. You collect protection fees in school, but you actually have to consider the issue of tax returns?" Madison is obviously the first time he knows about this situation.
Her eyes widened.
Looking at Ian looks like looking at an alien.
"First of all, this is labor income, not protection money. Secondly, what do I need to do so that someone will believe that I am one of America's truly law-abiding citizens?"
Ian also looked at Madison with a strange look. It was not that he thought Madison was like an alien, but he seemed to have seen the future where Madison was taken away by the tax bureau for tax evasion.
"..."
The bad girl was speechless.
And just then.
"Boom!!!"
A deafening explosion suddenly came from the campus, and the ground trembled. The students looked around in panic, and soon discovered that the source of the explosion was in the direction of the teaching building.
Thick smoke was billowing from a window.
"That's... our chemistry classroom?"
Madison blocked the sun with his hands and squinted his eyes towards the teaching building.
"Let me see." Ian also raised his head and started counting seriously, "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven..."
His behavior made Madison very confused.
"What are you counting?"
Madison Even with his eyes wide open, he couldn't see anything in the thick smoke.
"I'm counting our chemistry teacher."
Ian Counted several times.
Chemistry teacher Walter White confirmed that there was no chance of rescue. He saw Reaper in black clothes in the smoke, and there seemed to be a girl with blue hair standing next to Reaper.
"Ah? Don't we only have one chemistry teacher?" Or maybe she is a delinquent girl with bad grades. Madison obviously still hasn't realized what Ian is counting.
"Now there's more than one."
Ian answered calmly, his eyes always staring in the direction of the teaching building.
Reaper is talking to the girl.
Somewhat intense.
Ian Look forward to seeing them pulling each other's hair.