American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 35 Birthday, Argument.

Smallwell Primary School, science laboratory.

The old teacher was trying to dissuade
But obviously, this is of no use.

Worthington listened to the laughter of the people around him and stared at Dio with gritted teeth.

This guy
No matter what, it's better than yourself
He is popular, handsome, powerful, smart, and taller than me!

He's only in the fourth grade and he's already a head taller than me!

hateful!

He took a deep breath and took advantage of the opportunity when the teacher asked Dio to get the juicer.

Worthington quickly sprinkled white powder into Dior's lemon juice.

He was once fed this by his father because he was constipated, and it was so painful.
Ha ha!

This will definitely embarrass Dio!

Then everyone will know who is the boss of this class!

It’s me, Worthington!
"Oh?"

Returning to his seat, Dio narrowed his eyes slightly.

This Worthington is really stupid.
Is there white powder floating in the lemon juice because you are afraid that you can't see it?

The little brat is childish, but speaking of it.
It's been a long time since anyone wanted to fix themselves.

Um.
Transfer students are a rare species.

The World!

In the moment when time was suspended, the world quietly emerged and easily swapped the two beakers.

A few minutes later.

"Let's stop here for today's experiment, classmates!"

"I'm sure everyone can see the texture of lemon flesh under a microscope, right?"

"Hahahaha! Classmates, we're about to end the get out of class."

"The last of the last!"

"Classmates, let's toast and drink the lemonade we squeezed ourselves."

"This will help you digest your lunch better."

"Of course, if you are afraid of sour food, you can come up and get some sugar cubes. The teacher has prepared some for you~"

The old teacher took the lead in drinking it.

Worthington also looked at Dio and drank it all in one gulp with pride.

A few minutes later——

"puff!!!"

Worthington's face suddenly turned as red as a lemon and he doubled over, clutching his stomach.

The lab was in an uproar in an instant, and the students watched in horror as this young man started dancing disco.

"What happened?"

"Is this bloating?"

"Mr. Worthington, did you eat too much this morning?"

Dio stood up worriedly, "Mr. Worthington, didn't the teacher just say that lemon helps digestion?"

"Eat something quickly, it will relieve the symptoms."

Nodding, Worthington quickly picked up two lemons and stuffed them into his mouth without thinking.
And at the moment when the lemon pulp explodes in your mouth.
“——Ahem!!”

The whole little face turned from blue to purple, and tears and snot spurted out.

"you you.."

The rich boy rolled on the ground with his hands covering his face. The horrible taste shock made him lose control in an instant!

Even the old teacher beside him looked embarrassed and could not get close:
"Mr. Worthington, don't roll over, don't roll over."

“O~!”

"Mr. Worthington!"

"Mr. Worthington, how long have those lemons your father brought you been there?"

"Teacher, please stop twisting, Ou~!"

This is not enough.
Glancing at the astonished crowd, Dio smiled maliciously and then shouted:
"Mr. Worthington, what's that on the ceiling?!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Following Dio's terrified cry, everyone fled the classroom in panic.

It seems that they are afraid of being attacked by biological weapons.

Only Worthington and... were left squirming madly on the ground.
"Clark! Come out quickly!" the old teacher shouted at the door. "Good boy, Worthington is in a special situation now. I have called the school security department, and they will come to handle this special situation!"

Clark frowned.

To be honest, this smell had a stronger impact on him.

but.
Seeing Worthington writhing in pain on the ground, Clark held his breath, rushed forward, grabbed Worthington by the collar, and closed his eyes. Then, like dragging a sack of moldy potatoes, he charged down the corridor.

The rich kid's wails echoed in the corridor.

"Wait! Clark, thank you, but please don't bite so hard!"

Clark closed his eyes, the Kryptonian's super speed making the torture last only a few seconds.

"Pfft!"

The cubicle door was violently kicked open, and Worthington was thrown into the toilet like a bowling ball.

"God bless you, Mr. Worthington."

The boy crossed himself.

However.
Along with the sudden sound of rushing water, Worthington's pig-killing scream came from the compartment:
"Clark, the toilets in school are sensor flush!"

Clark sighed amid the sound of splashing water.

God bless me.

I hope there is no curry at noon in the cafeteria.
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Noon, cafeteria.

Carrying the meal tray through the noisy crowd, Clark heard whispers in his ears:

"Did you hear about that? Worthington sprayed all over the place in Chemistry class."

"Is it him?"

"That Clark actually dared to touch him? Ugh, isn't he afraid of contracting some weird disease?"

However, the blue-eyed boy turned a deaf ear to these discussions. After all, Uncle Locke said that it was just a little bit of wind and frost.

You can't influence his growth, nor can you interfere with him making his own decisions.

He just walked silently to the corner of the cafeteria——

There, Dio was sitting alone by the window, his slender fingers gracefully cutting a pork chop.

The sunlight shone through the glass onto his golden hair, as if giving him a holy halo.

But strangely, the three surrounding tables were empty.

Clark pushed back his chair and sat down.

"Dio," he began, his voice low. "About class."

"Ok?"

Dio didn't even raise his head, his red eyes focused on the lines on the pork chop. "Is Worthington okay?"

"Dio, are you controlling that world?"

"That's not necessary." Clark hesitated for a moment. "Worthington is just..."

The knife stopped in mid-air.

"Clark, today is our special day and I don't want to argue with you."

"But Dio, Worthington..."

"Clark!" Dio lowered his voice, "I really don't want to argue with you!"

"If he succeeds."

"Who is lying in the toilet now?"

"To show mercy to the enemy is to betray yourself."

Clark was stunned by Dio's question.

He clenched his fists, but then slowly loosened them. He wanted to refute, but didn't know how.

Uncle Locke never mentioned this situation.

It is certainly a thing to be proud of standing, but falling down does not mean failure.

But if.
Did someone deliberately knock over the wheat?
The fallen wheat won’t even last until next year.

They will rot, mold, and eventually become nutrients for the 'lucky one'.

"Next time," Clark finally managed, "at least tell me."

Dio raised an eyebrow, seeming a little surprised by the answer.

"Eat it." He pushed over an untouched portion of blueberry pudding. "I don't like pudding anyway."

"Consider it your birthday present, big idiot."

"Um"

"Happy birthday, Dio."

The sun is still shining and the cafeteria is still bustling.

On the treetops outside the window.

A dark robin tilted its head to look at the brothers, then flapped its wings and flew into the sky.

　It's bitter~
　　Another year of deletions and revisions.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)