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Chapter 60: Martian Manhunter, the Housekeeping Master
"No, I'm here to be your teacher, a tutor."

Martian Manhunter shrugged, "Your father invited me."

Clark and A-Zu looked at each other after hearing each other's words.

Clark was a little worried about Peter's wallet.

As we all know, tutoring is expensive.

Not to mention inviting a Martian to be a teacher for himself and A-Zu.

The Godfather must have paid a heavy price.

What Clark didn't know was that Peter had taken him down with just a box of Oreos.

According to Peter's memories from his past life, Martian Manhunter seemed to be particularly fond of Oreos.

So he visited him with a box of Oreos and successfully convinced him without any effort.

In the words of Martian Manhunter, he was not convinced by the cookie, but felt that John and Clark needed more professional guidance.

"What can you teach us, Mr. Jones?"

A-Zu asked him curiously.

At first he thought the other person was black and felt a little resistant, but now that he knew the other person was a Martian, most of the grudges in his heart disappeared.

As for whether the Martian Hunter is an alien creature, he has automatically ignored it.

Anyway, he was just talking nonsense to Clark.

"I can teach you proper flying skills, John. This is your only chance."

Martian Manhunter said with a serious expression: "Your talent is now showing, but you don't know how to use it properly."

"And you, Clark."

He looked at Clark and said, "Your talent is unparalleled. I can guide you to more easily discover the changes in your body."

Clark and A Zu looked at each other and suddenly had a bad feeling in their hearts: I'm afraid life in the future will not be so easy.

I am already overwhelmed by dealing with the teachers at school, and now I have a tutor at home.
A-Zu immediately looked worried. He had to find time to play and earn pocket money on the farm. How could he have the time to receive tutoring from a home tutor?
night.

Peter looked at the sumptuous dinner in front of him in shock.

Clark and A-Zu were also confused.

The table before me is filled with delicious food emitting a rich aroma. Is this really their dinner?

Two eggs fried soft-scrambled, two buttermilk pancakes as big as manhole covers, four sausage slices, whole-wheat toast, and a toasted cinnamon bun on a separate plate.

Everything except the cinnamon buns was smeared with maple syrup.

With surprise, Clark took a bite of the sausage. The authentic, real maple syrup and the meaty aroma of the sausage immediately filled Clark's taste buds.

His eyes lit up. This maple syrup looked like it came straight from the tree, not the kind you buy from the grocery store that makes you sick.

(Clark was often urged by A-Zu to secretly buy maple syrup at the grocery store)

"Cough cough."

Peter turned his eyes away from the food and said to the two kids who were eating like crazy, "John, Clark, eat slowly and don't eat like lumberjacks."

The two of them nodded repeatedly, but there was no sign of stopping the actions in their hands.

Peter looked at the Martian Manhunter who took off his apron and sat on the dining table, and couldn't help asking, "Mr. Jones, have you ever been a chef in a restaurant?"

"No, I just like to study cooking techniques."

Martian Manhunter elegantly cut the soft egg with a knife and fork and said, "Actually, I'm better at making cookies."

Peter nodded, looked around the clean and tidy room, then looked down at the sausages on the plate.

I'm not really going to hire a professional nanny, am I?!
If he didn't know that this guy was really the Martian Hunter, he would have thought that he was some kind of housekeeping expert.

After a relaxing dinner, the Martian Hunter took advantage of the night to teach A-Zu flying skills.

Clark was sitting on the sofa, watching TV to kill time. A TV series called "An American Werewolf in London" was playing on the TV.

At the climax of the plot, the titular werewolf rampages through London’s Piccadilly Circus.

There was chaos and confusion, cars honking and people screaming.

The beast tore the terrified pedestrians to pieces and flung them into the crowd.

"Clap!"

Peter pressed the remote to turn off the TV, "This isn't the right show for you, Clark."

Seeing that the TV was turned off, Clark scratched his head and said to him, "Godfather, Azu said this TV series is very good."

Peter: "."

It seems that this kid A-Zu is itching for trouble again.

Not only did he not curb his love of horror movies, he also tried to pass this bad habit on to Clark.

Sitting on the sofa, Peter coughed, "This is not suitable for you at this age, Clark."

Even though Clark had just turned an alien parasite into dust yesterday.

"Well, actually, I think it's just average."

Clark couldn't help but complain to Peter: "The werewolf looks like a brainless fool, and he hurts innocent people wantonly."

Peter asked him, "So you think he's a bad guy? This werewolf."

"Yes, Godfather, he is a bad guy, even though he is the protagonist."

Peter nodded and said, "But sometimes, we can't control ourselves, just like the parasite this time, it controlled Dr. David. If you were also controlled by the parasite and hurt others, what would you want others to do? Clark."

Clark lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head and said with a firm expression: "I won't do that, but if that really happens."

He clenched his fists and exhaled, "Dad, do you remember that green stone? The one from Lana's necklace."

"uh-huh."

Peter nodded.

Clark said with great awareness: "If I really go crazy like Dr. David or the werewolf and hurt my family, Godfather, you can hit me with that stone, just like what A-Zu did to me that day."

Peter was slightly stunned.

He didn't expect Clark to be so aware.

Is this why, when you grew up, you gave the kryptonite to Batman for safekeeping?

Don't you know that guy used kryptonite against you, but did he really kill you?
Shaking his head, Peter suppressed the thoughts in his mind and comforted Clark: "No, you won't, the Godfather will protect you and prevent this from happening."

"Thank you, Godfather. I won't be infested by parasites either."

Clark said with great confidence.

Soon he thought of something else, and his face immediately drooped, "Godfather, will I really not be exposed to radiation?"

Even though Peter had explained to him that he was immune to nuclear radiation, Clark was still quite concerned.

"Yes, your body is immune to radiation, Clark."

Peter's expression turned serious. "But Clark, you shouldn't have agreed to John Jones. If you didn't have the ability to be immune to radiation, think about what would happen? Clark, you are not ready to be a savior right now."

"I understand, Godfather. Mr. Jones asked me to choose. Actually, I don't like making choices. It seems that every time I make a choice, I will lose something. Just like this time, I thought I would be exposed to nuclear radiation if I chose to do it."

Clark said frustratedly: "But, Godfather, you told me that we are making choices every moment, just like rats and monkeys in the laboratory."

Peter was slightly stunned, "What mice and monkeys?"

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