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Chapter 98 Angry Clark, Dejected Father

"You don't seem to like Star-Lord?"

Clark asked Zu as they were on their way to school.

"Yes, I don't like him because he looks like an insufferable fool. I think Dad should send him back to the Kawache tribe to live with Miss Kelly."

A-Zu said that the tribe was where he should go, instead of staying on the farm and being an eyesore.

"Why does he want to live with Miss Kelly?"

Clark asked confused.

"Because he's Miss Kelly's child."

Ah Zu brought out his previous conclusion again, "Kelly can transform into a white wolf, and Star-Lord turned into a pig before he was three years old. Doesn't this prove that he inherited Kelly's talent?"

Clark: “.”

Scratching his head, he said to Zu, "I don't think Star-Lord is too fat. At most, he can be considered strong."

"Are you serious?"

Azu looked at him in amazement, "He has become like Dal, isn't he fat?"

When the two were discussing whether Star-Lord was fat or strong, a scavenger walked past them.

The scavengers look like dirty "wolves" and are "sniffing" everywhere.

The other person was thin, with long limbs, and was doing funny "dance steps" as if he was enjoying music that no one else could hear except himself.

Her long brown hair was pulled tightly at the sides and tied at the top of her head with an elastic band.

The pungent smell rushes straight into the nose, making it impossible to avoid it.

A-Zu saw that he had been picking at the blood scabs on his arms and noticed something strange about his teeth.

"Hi there."

The scavenger spoke in a friendly manner as he walked towards the two men.

"Get out of the way! Or I'll shoot you to death with my laser eyes, get out of the way! Damn it!"

A-Zu scolded him rudely.

The scavenger was shocked by A-Zu's brutal behavior. After a while, he looked at Clark who was also stunned, and walked away angrily.

"John, why do you treat him like this?"

Clark asked confused.

Although A-Zu usually doesn't like homeless people, he doesn't curse them directly.

Is it because A-Zu has been in a bad mood recently?
"Because he's a drug addict."

A-Zu glanced at the homeless man, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Dad said that we must stay away from people like this."

Clark asked in surprise: "How did you know?"

"I saw his teeth, and judging by their color and stability, it would not be long before they broke off like falling icicles."

A-Zu said that his super vision was not a lie.

"People like that die in jail, die while injecting some sweet Mexican brownie into their arm, or get killed after taking a desperate gamble to get high, robbing a bank or going on a 'zero-dollar shopping' trip."

"They only have these two endings. Dad said that such people don't deserve sympathy."

He exhaled and continued to explain to Clark: "And they can't quit. Drugs are not milk. You can't quit if you want to. So, Dad told us to stay away from this kind of thing."

Clark swallowed, "I will stay away from these terrible things too."

"Drugs aren't the only addictions, Clark. Gluttony is also an addiction, just like Star-Lord. I think it's only a matter of time before he becomes like the homeless guy we just met."

As they were talking, they walked to the school and happened to encounter rugby training.

Clark saw Lana next to the football team.

Lana was sitting in the stands, laughing and discussing something with her best friend.

Clark glanced at Lana, then looked at the players on the playground with some melancholy.

He has loved rugby since he was a child, but due to his physical condition, he could never join the rugby team.

"Don't look at her, Clark. You'll never be looked at that way by her."

A Zu spits at him: "Unless you can convince your dad to become a football player."

Clark glanced at Lana reluctantly and quickly followed Zu's leaving steps.

"Maybe the Godfather can convince my dad."

Clark's father, Jonathan, has always been negative about his son joining the football team.

He hopes his godfather can help convince his father.

"It's impossible, because Mr. Kent is the most stubborn man, even Dad can't persuade him."

"Ok."

Clark hung his head in frustration.

He knew that what A-Zu said was right.

"Why don't you play football, John?"

He asked A Zu curiously, "Godfather won't stop you from participating in this kind of activity, right?"

"Because I don't want to be a TV sports star."

Azu looked at the players on the court and said, "I don't like being judged."

As the two walked across the court, Whitney from the team saw Clark walking behind.

With the idea of ​​embarrassing Clark in mind, he picked up the football and yelled, "Hey, Clark!"

Clark heard the sound and turned back, only to see the football getting bigger and bigger in his sight.

"Oh!"

Clark steadily caught the football thrown by Whitney.

"Good catch!" The other members of the football team saw Clark catching the ball and shouted to him.

Clark smiled, shook the ball with his hand, and threw it to Whitney.

He added some force to the football and threw it heavily towards Whitney.

Whitney was surprised to see the football thrown at her at lightning speed and quickly caught it with her hands.

But the ball was so powerful that it slipped out of his hand and hit his stomach.

Whitney covered her stomach and groaned.

The team coach who witnessed everything nearby stared at Clark's back as he left, his eyes narrowed.

in the afternoon.

Clark was packing up to go home.

Watt, the football team's coach, called him over.

"Clark?"

Clark didn't expect the team coach to greet him, and he was slightly stunned.

"Hello, coach."

"I saw your throw this morning. Your technique was a little poor, but your power was strong."

The coach praised Clark's pitching, then asked, "Why aren't you on our team?"

“I have to do farm work at home.”

Coach Watt shook his head regretfully. "You should use your talent on the court. There is a game in school recently and we are short of players. If you want to participate, you can come anytime."

Clark was somewhat moved, but thinking of his father's attitude, he said with some frustration: "My father will not agree."

"I remember"

Coach Watt thought for a moment. "Your father is Jonathan Kent, right? He is the most talented player I have ever coached. I have seen you staring at the photo of your father in the school trophy case. You must also want to participate in this kind of event, right?"

"I"

Clark hesitated, "I'll have to think about it."

Coach Watt patted him on the shoulder. "I know you are worried about your father's obstruction, Clark, but we are all growing up. One day you will get rid of your father's shadow and become a real man, don't you think?"

Clark hesitated, raised his eyes and saw Lana approaching.

He took a deep breath, made a decision in his mind, and said to the coach: "Yes, coach, I am willing to participate."

"Very good, change your clothes and report to me at 3 pm."

In the evening, Clark returned to the Kent farm.

Jonathan is repairing the tractor.

"etc."

Jonathan wiped his hands with a rag and asked Clark, "Did you promise him?"

“Coach Watt didn’t give me a chance to say no.”

"uh-huh."

Jonathan put the wrench down and faced Clark. "Let me guess. He must have said 'be a real man' to you, right?"

"He's been saying the same thing for 20 years, and I've heard it countless times."

Jonathan walked behind the tractor, bent down to pick up the repair items, and said to him, "You must tell the coach tomorrow afternoon that you can't join the football team."

Hearing that his father would not let him participate, the smile on Clark's face quickly disappeared. He quickly walked to his father and begged, "Dad, don't do this!"

"I'm sorry, but we've already talked about this, Clark."

Clark looked at Jonathan in disbelief, "This isn't a conversation. I'll be careful, but you never believe me."

"Of course I believe you, Clark, but..."

"But what, Dad, I'm ten years old and I can make the decisions on the court!"

Jonathan walked to the front of the tractor and said to Clark while collecting his things: "You can't. On the court, many things will affect your judgment. If you get angry or you want to play a trick on a girl, someone will get seriously hurt."

He patted Clark on the shoulder, "You, Clark, you have a more important mission to do than winning American football games."

"I will control myself. My Godfather has always taught me how to control my strength. Mr. Jones also taught me to meditate and control my emotions. Dad, I won't let anyone get hurt."

Jonathan shook his head. "You're not mature enough, Clark."

Hearing his father's words, Clark suddenly became angry.

He raised his voice, angrily saying, "I've had enough! I'm tired of being punished for my talent!"

Clark looked at his father in disappointment, "Most parents are happy for their sons to join the football team. I don't understand why you keep trying to stop me."

Jonathan stood up and looked at Clark, "Because--I don't need to live off your achievements."

Clark exhaled to calm his anger, "You've played before, why are you stopping me?"

Jonathan's expression also turned serious, "I will not sign the Permit Treaty!"

"I don't need your signature."

Clark looked into his father's eyes, showing no sign of backing down. "I'll get my godfather to sign for me. You can't stop me."

Having said that, he turned and walked outside.

"where are you going?"

Seeing Clark leave without looking back, Jonathan asked with a frown.

Clark stopped and turned around. "I'm going to live with the Godfather and won't be back at night. Also, if it's the Godfather, he will trust me and won't always doubt me like you do."

After Clark finished speaking, he left with a disappointed look on his face.

Jonathan watched his son leave and put down the car repair tools in his hands with a gloomy expression.

(End of this chapter)