American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 101 Little Dragon Man Cleverly Obtains the Kryptonite Chain
"Lana?"

Clark's voice was slightly strained, with a barely perceptible gasp.

It’s this feeling again!

"Sister Lana!"

Sarafil, on the other hand, was completely free from Clark's troubles.

He was waving his little hands happily, his eyes fixed on the lush green sundae piled high with tempting toppings on Lana's plate.

Lana smiled brightly and carefully bent down to place the huge bowl of cantaloupe sundae in front of Salafir.

"I recognized you in the kitchen just now, so I secretly added a big spoonful of cantaloupe pulp for you!"

She lowered her voice and winked playfully, "Don't tell anyone, okay?"

Salafir immediately understood, her little face instantly becoming extremely serious, and she even glanced seriously at the manager who was patrolling not far away.

She even raised her little hand and mimicked the action of zipping up a zipper near her mouth.

I was amused by the little guy's adorable appearance.

Lana patted the boy's head.

However, her gaze, unconsciously and with a hint of barely perceptible expectation, drifted towards Clark sitting opposite her—

but
The sunny boy, however, had a stern face, his beautiful blue eyes staring blankly ahead, as if he hadn't noticed her presence at all, or...

Is he deliberately avoiding himself?
A slight sense of disappointment quietly crept into Lana's heart.

She pursed her lips, preparing to turn and leave.

"Lana, what brings you to work here?"

Clark, having regained his composure, spoke again.

Lana turned around, suppressing a smile, and her voice softened even more:
"Stuart in our class...he has leukemia."

“I wanted to help raise some money for medical expenses, so I came here to work, and I can also organize a fundraising event here.”

She took a neatly folded poster out of her apron pocket and carefully unfolded it.

It was a hand-drawn Red Cross fundraising poster with a picture of a boy lying in a hospital bed on it.

Clark nodded, trying to suppress the waves of dizziness that were washing over him.

With trembling hands, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a few crumpled banknotes and some coins.

It wasn't Dior's money, but rather his meager savings.

"This..." His voice was so weak it was almost inaudible, "Please pass this on to that unfortunate classmate... Thank you..."

"I'm the one who should be thanking you!"

Lana excitedly took the banknotes from Clark's hand, but as her fingers inadvertently brushed against Clark's palm and she felt its unusual coldness, her surprise vanished abruptly, and she immediately frowned: "Are you alright? Your hands are so cold."

"Clark!"

Lana asked worriedly, even taking a step forward instinctively, "Are you alright? You look terrible..."

Um.
As she drew closer, the invisible pressure intensified suddenly.

His complexion grew worse and worse, and Clark felt it becoming difficult to breathe, with fine beads of cold sweat appearing on his forehead.

"Sister Lana."

Salafir, who had been watching her brother closely, suddenly interjected, her little face filled with genuine worry, and said before Clark could speak, "My brother... he's not feeling well today, it seems like he has a cold."

"Have a cold?"

Lana was taken aback.

Then I suddenly remembered what happened by the river yesterday.

Without hesitation, Clark jumped into the icy river to save the drowning Luther!

Could it be because I caught a cold back then?

"Wait for me!"

She turned and left, pushing open the kitchen door, letting a rich, sweet aroma waft towards her.

But there wasn't time to sniff it any longer.

Where's the ginger tea?

Lana muttered to herself as she crouched down in front of the locker.

She remembered that she had left a packet of ginger tea here as an emergency measure when she had a cold last time.
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"Brother, if you keep going like this, Lana will hate you sooner or later." Salafir said with exasperation, "What kind of boy stammers like that when talking to a girl? How can you continue to date her like this!"

"I didn't want this to happen either."

Clark was weak and listless, feeling as if his bones were going to give way.

"But every time that feeling comes over me, it feels like I'm suffocating."

"Wait! Salafell!" Clark suddenly realized and corrected him impatiently, "There's nothing wrong between us! It's not what you're thinking at all!"

"If you blush, your heart races, and your hands and feet turn cold whenever you're near her, what else could it be but liking her?"

“Brother, something is affecting him.” A cold voice suddenly rang in Salafir’s mind, interrupting his speculation, with an unsettling insight. “That woman is wearing something, and that’s what’s weakening him.”

"It's a green stone."

"?"

Salafir paused, stopping her eating of the sundae.

Although the younger brother, "Shen Du," is cunning, treacherous, and ruthless, it must be said that...
His words cannot deceive himself.

Blinking, the little dragon began to search his memory.

He vaguely remembered something.
It seems like last year, when I was playing in the fields, I dug up a very beautiful stone that had a faint green glow.

He found it intriguing and took it home to show his father. Unexpectedly, upon seeing the stone, his father's face immediately turned serious, and he told him—

“Sarafil, whatever you do, don’t bring the stone to Clark.”

"It is the natural enemy of the Kent family, and also your brother Clark's greatest weakness and threat."

In his memory, his father, right in front of him, effortlessly crushed the beautiful green stone into pieces with his strong, powerful hand, and then locked it in a heavy-looking metal safe that he had never seen before, a safe specifically designed to store such green stones.

Think of this.

Salafil immediately pushed the tempting sundae in front of him, which he had only taken a few bites of, towards Clark.

"Brother, have something cold to warm up first."

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"Shouldn't I have something hot to eat right now?" Clark's face darkened, and he said irritably, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to check on Lana."

As Salafir nimbly slid off her seat, she said, "I've never seen a dessert shop's kitchen before."

He took small strides and jogged towards the kitchen.

Coincidentally, just as he reached the door, he saw Lana also coming out carrying a steaming cup of ginger tea with a spicy aroma.

“Perfect timing, Salafir.”

Lana glanced at the duty manager who was urging her on the side, then handed the warm cup to the boy with a slightly apologetic look on her face. She lowered her voice and said, "Please take this to your brother. Tell him to drink it while it's hot to sweat it out."

She paused, a faint blush rising to her cheeks, and her voice softened further:
"Also...by the way, tell him that to thank him for his heroic rescue yesterday...I'll treat him to dinner next time."

"Yes! Promise to complete the mission!"

Salafir nodded vigorously, took the warm cup of ginger tea with both hands, and then asked in a childlike, curious tone, as if it were casual, "By the way, Sister Lana, that thing you wore yesterday..."

"Do you still have that beautiful green stone necklace? I thought it was so cool when I saw it last time!"

"A green stone necklace?"

Lana paused slightly, seemingly surprised that he would ask that question.

She subconsciously reached into the small pocket on the front of her shirt and pulled out a bracelet made of tiny, polished green pebbles. "Sarafil, is this what you mean? But it's a bracelet, not a necklace."

Salafir's eyes lit up.

Then, under the restaurant lights, the bracelet reflected a deep and eerie green glow.

Now the case is solved.

It really is this stone!
However, she still wore an innocent smile and continued, "Ah, it's a bracelet!"

"I think I glimpsed a green light in my sister's pocket yesterday, and I thought it was a necklace! It's so pretty and sparkly!"

Lana chuckled at his words and shook her bracelet: "You like this?"

Salafir's eyes lit up even more, and she nodded vigorously: "I love it! Like a jewel!"

“Well…” Lana tilted her head and thought for a moment, then generously stuffed the bracelet into Salafir’s little hand. “Here you go, little one! Take it and play with it.”

She ruffled Salafell's soft hair and added:
“I bought this at a market stall during the town’s harvest festival when I first returned to town last year. It wasn’t worth much, but I thought the color was very unique. If you really like this kind of stone, you can ask Clark to take you to buy it at the harvest festival next week.”

If it can't be found...

Lana paused for a moment, her voice barely audible.

"You can have Clark come to me, and we'll take you to buy it together."

"Uh-huh."

"Thank you, Lana! You're the best!"

Salafir's face broke into a big smile.

Then, carrying the ginger tea, he walked over to Clark, incidentally.
With her other free hand, she made a swift and discreet swipe of her fingers in the air.

It tore open a tiny, almost invisible black spatial rift.

Sorry, Lana.

"Wow~"

Without hesitation, he threw the bracelet that emitted an ominous green light into the hole.

My finger slid again, silently closing the crack as if nothing had happened.

Only after he had finished all this did he carry the cup of ginger tea back to his seat and hand it to Clark, whose face had turned pale.

The little boy raised his chin, a small, expectant expression mixed with smugness on his face.

"Brother, how will you thank me in the future?"

He spoke with an air of maturity, as if he had just resolved a huge problem.

"???"

Clark was completely baffled. He instinctively took the ginger tea, brought it to his lips, and took a small sip. He immediately frowned at the pungent taste.

"It's so spicy! Salafir, why did you order this?"

"When you have a cold and fever, you need to stay warm. Also..."

"I didn't order this."

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Although it's unclear what Salafir's smug expression was trying to achieve, his overflowing desire for praise was undeniably obvious.

"Thank you, Salafir." Clark patted his brother's head and smiled. "I feel much better now."

(End of this chapter)