I, the younger brother of Superman, ended up with a Thanos template.

"To be precise, we dumped each other."

Sean remained calm. Seeing Chloe smile, he felt more confident and assured.

"Would you like to come sit with me? I promise I won't do anything, no matter how beautiful you are in my eyes."

Finally, he spoke gently, looking at her with his most skillful gaze, his deep affection seemingly capable of melting anyone.

A blush crept onto Chloe's face.

Few people have ever praised her like that; who says no one likes her?

She glanced at Pete, who had previously said she was jealous of Kayla, and opened her mouth to say something.

"I……"

"Chloe, you haven't had a drop of alcohol, you've just been warming yourself by the fire, and you've managed to get yourself passed out?"

David suddenly spoke.

Teenagers often act impulsively without considering the consequences.

"Stay away."

He looked at Sean and said only three words. Sean's eyes darted away. He had heard that David had single-handedly taken down Whitney and his men. He raised his hands in surrender.

"Alright alright."

With no hope of getting a girl, he had no choice but to turn around and leave dejectedly, going to play rugby by the lake with some friends who had come to greet him.

"Actually... I just wanted to give him my phone number and get rid of him."

After Sean left, Chloe, having calmed down, turned to her friends who were watching her, her face flushed, and tried to save face: "I'm not stupid."

David shrugged: "Let's assume you're telling the truth."

Chloe felt a pang of embarrassment, but in the end she still thanked David and Pete, understanding their good intentions.

Clark watched silently from the side, pondering something.

When family members are threatened, she gets angry and ignites the fury of enemies; when friends are in trouble, she offers help and makes them feel warm and comforted. Is her own younger brother really gradually placing her above others in his heart?

Is being ruthless towards the enemy... a mistake?

He shook his head violently at the question.

I can't think about it anymore. If I do, I feel like my own beliefs will be changed by my younger brother first.

David looked at Clark with a puzzled expression, watching him stare blankly for a moment and shake his head for a moment, wondering what was wrong with him.

Lakeside.

"The pizza I ordered has arrived."

"Sean, catch!"

Hearing that the pizza was coming, a rugby player threw a rugby ball, which Sean jumped over but still managed to get past.

Sean's rugby ball flew and landed on the ice seven or eight meters away.

Seeing that everyone else was eating pizza, he angrily went to retrieve the ball.

On the cold, hard, and slippery ice, Sean had just picked up the ball when suddenly a crisp sound rang out.

Kaka.

what sound?

Sean felt as if he had been soaked in cold water, trembling all over as he looked down.

Cracks appeared on the ice beneath his feet, and he dared not make any rash moves, just about to shout.

"save……"

The ice shattered, and he fell into the icy lake water.

After struggling, he left his original position, but Sean was unable to break through the ice. He drowned and suffocated, and soon became still. His hands and feet stopped moving and he sank to the bottom of the lake.

The green light shone dimly in the silt at the bottom of the lake.

A large amount of meteorite has accumulated together.

Upon landing on the meteorite and in the cold lake water, the veins on Sean's body bulged and turned green; some astonishing change was quietly taking place.

Several rugby players were enjoying a steaming hot pizza, oblivious to Sean's presence.

……

"The dealer gets 12.5%, six months' worth of feed costs is 5%, plus 8.2% of the mortgage, plus the cost of repairing the hay shredder..."

Early in the morning, Martha and Jonathan frowned as they used a calculator to tally up their income and expenses over the past six months.

"Fifty-four thousand five hundred and one yuan."

Clark listened for a few seconds, then used his calculator to arrive at the answer first.

Upon hearing about the cost of repairing the lawnmower, he awkwardly scratched his face.

"If I hadn't recklessly stuck my hand into the lawnmower that day, we could have saved thousands of yuan in repair costs."

“Now let’s calculate the profits.” Jonathan didn’t scold his eldest son, but gently took the bill.

David glanced at the remaining ledgers, before Jonathan could even start using the calculator.

"The income is 67,357 yuan."

It sounds like our farm earned over ten thousand in just six months last year?

He raised an eyebrow.

The couple put down the bills and calculators, unfazed, and let out a sigh of relief.

Martha smiled as she looked at her two sons, who had been exceptionally intelligent since childhood.

"At least there was no compensation, right?"

Besides, the two of you are the most precious treasures in our family.

“These are not your concerns. Didn’t you make a promise with Pete to do community service? Go on.”

Jonathan waved his hand, shooing away his two sons who hadn't yet gone to college.

The burdens of life should not fall on the shoulders of two students.

We arrived at the nursing home in the small town.

"Room 206 needs a service staff member. Please report to Room 206."

A sound came from the radio.

Each student was required to perform 30 hours of community service, and David was no exception. The three of them went to the nursing home together and received their assignments.

A pretty, black-haired girl in a magenta dress turned and walked out of a room, pushing a cart full of books.

"Hi, Lana, what a coincidence, you're here too."

Clark waved and greeted him, pretending it was a chance encounter, but his voice lingered, sounding a little nervous.

Are you volunteering here too?

"It's been a while." Lana greeted the three of them and smiled calmly.

What tasks have you been assigned?

"I need to read with Cassandra."

David and Pete remained silent, giving Clark the opportunity to talk to Lana. David's task was to play chess with an old lady.

"Cassandra? She's interesting."

Lana smiled, a hint of amusement in her expression.

“The caregivers all say she can predict the future, from things that will happen in a few minutes to things that will happen in a lifetime.”

"Have you tried it, Lana?"

Hearing Clark's question, Lana didn't speak, just shrugged, clearly not believing it, and then pushed her cart away to deliver books to the next elderly person.

"Predict future?"

Pete didn't react much, David raised an eyebrow, and Clark focused more on Lana's departing figure.

rustling.

Inside the room, an elderly woman with white hair and a kind face, wearing blindfolds, was reading a Braille book with her hands.

"Don't stand there. This is the first time I've had three people accompany me while I study. Please come in."

She suddenly spoke.

The three men, Clark and his companion, looked at each other at the door.

[Joy from Cassandra +1, +1.2...]

David's eyes flickered as he secretly sized up the old woman.

He is indeed a person with great abilities, and quite strong ones at that, but it's unclear whether he can foresee the future.

But does this old lady really need someone to accompany her in her studies? How can someone accompany someone in learning Braille?