The day's classes were finally over, and Clark was sitting on the seat in the gymnasium after school.
Looking out at the football team practicing on the lawn... and the cheerleaders next to it.
Just like in those teen movies, the most visible people in school are always the quarterbacks and cheerleaders of the football team.
Lana is a cheerleader and her boyfriend is the quarterback of the football team.
Judging from the opinions of other people in the school, it can be said that these two people are a perfect match, and it is not Clark's turn to stage a third party's intervention.
After all, nerds versus quarterbacks are a competition without any suspense.
Thinking of the embarrassing incident of falling before, Clark felt a little frustrated and sighed.
My impression score has hit rock bottom, and I guess I won't have much chance in the future.
Frustrated, he picked up his backpack and left the gym, preparing to go home.
Thinking of Luke's previous invitation, Clark hesitated whether to visit his neighbor's house.
If the other party hadn't come to the rescue today, he might have faced an even more embarrassing situation.
As for fitness?
Then skip it.
In addition to becoming weak in front of Lana, he is a little too strong at other times.
With the melancholy thoughts unique to young people, Clark walked aimlessly to a bridge.
Looking at the setting sun in the distance, he couldn't help but stop.
There are too many doubts and incomprehensions accumulated in the bottom of my heart, which makes Clark feel troubled and at the same time, there is no one to talk to.
This is a very bad experience.
As for why he has super powers that are better than ordinary people, his parents are always vague and unwilling to explain clearly.
Hide yourself and don't let others find out - this is the concept that his father has instilled in him since he was a child.
It was as if the power surging within his body was some kind of shady contraband that would cause unwarranted trouble once he was noticed.
Clark clearly remembers that he was bullied by bullies when he was in school. The group of people took away his comics and toys.
If he wanted to, he could punch the leader into a puddle of tomato juice.
But Clark didn't, because his father said countless times that you should restrain your inner anger when faced with provocations from others.
Responding to bullying with violence is the wrong choice.
"Who am I?"
He was lying on the railing of the bridge, thinking about this question in his mind, and did not notice at all that a high-speed Porsche suddenly skidded, lost control, and crashed into him.
Bang!
The Porsche, which weighed more than two tons, directly knocked Clark and the bridge railing away.
The person and the car fell into the lake below, causing a large splash.
The strong impact force and the pressure of falling into the water made the driver in the driver's seat unconscious instantly.
But Clark was unscathed and did not appear to have been hit head-on by a sports car.
Holding his breath, he tore off the roof of the car and dragged the drowning man to the shore.
Seeing that the other party was unconscious, Clark followed the rescue measures seen on TV, squeezing his chest and performing artificial respiration.
Twenty minutes later, police cars and ambulances arrived.
Also appearing with him was Clark's acquaintance—Luke.
"What a fate. Is this the first time we have met today?"
Luke couldn't help but smile when he saw Clark wearing a red blanket with messy hair.
"Why are you... here?"
Clark looked confused. It was just a coincidence that Luke could be seen at the scene of the car accident.
"I forgot to introduce you, Lex-Luthor, my godson."
Luke walked up to Clark, pointed at the young man who was taking notes and said.
"I also want to thank you for saving his life today. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to explain it to his father."
Lex-Luthor?
Clark was slightly stunned. Does the other party have anything to do with Lex Group of Metropolis?
"Lex, how many times have I told you, don't look around when driving, let alone speed, it will cost you your life."
Luke ignored Clark's confused expression and scolded him with a straight face.
The big boy with beautiful golden red hair seemed to have not recovered from the accident, and his eyes were a little hollow.
It wasn't until Luke appeared that his pale face regained its vitality.
"That was an accident, Godfather."
Although they look about the same age, the boys named Lex-Luthor still show respect.
"I'm thinking about telling your father and letting you end your vacation early."
Luke showed some dignity on his face. When he heard "holiday is over", Lex immediately became well-behaved.
He didn't want to go back to Metropolis's mansion. His father was obsessed with his career all year round and never stayed at home for more than a few days.
In addition to facing a bunch of servants every day, he would take the girls he met in school for a drive, or study various postures... That kind of life was really boring.
Lex like this small town, everything looks very novel, without the feasting and hustle and bustle of big cities.
"Very good, that's how it is, I hope you can keep it up."
Seeing Superman's old enemy in the future, the bald Lex-Luthor, look so well-behaved, Luke is quite satisfied.
Before he came here, he never dreamed that he would become a celebrity in the villain camp, Godfather of Lex-Luthor.
This story is a long one, going back to the time when it just came.
Luke arrived several years earlier than Superman's spaceship, and since he couldn't find the target person, he could only develop steadily and lay a solid foundation.
Obtaining wealth is the first step.
The ever-changing stock market has become the place where Luke dug his first pot of gold.
No matter what time and space, there will never be too many fallacies at historical nodes.
Seize the opportunity and money will fall from the sky every day.
After primitive accumulation is completed, it is time to enter the stage of purchasing industries and establishing a business empire.
About seven or eight years later, Luke abandoned his identity as the mysterious investor of Wall Street and became a young rich man named Metropolis.
Businesses such as crude oil extraction, pipeline transportation and road asphalt are involved to some extent and are very successful.
It was at that time that he began to emerge and become the darling of the media.
What?
Why not invest in the real estate industry?
Please, this is Metropolis!
Real estate and insurance are simply two minefields.
Who knows how many buildings Superman will destroy in one year?!
It was during that time that Luke met the father of Lex-Luthor, whose company was at a low point.
Out of spite, he lends a helping hand.
Then by some mistake, he became the other party's Godfather.
Speaking of which, the current Luke is not only the Krypton cousin of Superman, but also the Godfather of Lex-Luthor.
How will this complicated relationship develop in the future?
"Wait a minute, Lex, you said Clark saved you and implemented emergency measures on you. Does that include artificial respiration?"
Luke's train of thought suddenly went awry. He was a little regretful as to why he didn't capture this scene.
Otherwise, Superman and Lex-Luthor kissed passionately - if you send this photo to Lois-Lane later, it will definitely become the front page of Daily Planet.
When the two young men heard this, they glanced at each other.
Then he looked away unnaturally, and the atmosphere seemed to become anxious.
Clark felt a little regretful in his heart. It was his first kiss, and he sent it out before Lana could wait.
"I will take responsibility... No, don't get me wrong, I mean, I will take responsibility for this car accident."
Feeling embarrassed, Lex tried to find something to say, but the result became darker and darker. Even the look in the eyes of the policeman who was recording the confession changed.
Is this a different kind of turning an enemy into a friend?
Luke is sincerely pleased.
He fully agreed to the marriage.
The fat water does not flow to outsiders' fields.
The little cousin and the godson are a perfect match, a match made in heaven.