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

"You're a girl, you don't understand, Chloe."

Pete glanced furtively at the football team members playing around in front of him, and nervously swallowed, as if afraid they might turn around at any moment.

"We want to avoid becoming the hapless scarecrow."

"scarecrow?"

"It's a tradition of the school's football team. Before the big game, the team paints Smallwell's 'S' on someone's chest and hangs him up like a scarecrow."

David explained with a smile.

It was like a morale-boosting ceremony before an army went to war.

A group of young, reckless, and unscrupulous individuals.

"It seems I underestimated the brutality of rugby players." Chloe frowned, her expression indescribable.

“That’s why Clark and I wanted to join the school team, even if it was just watching over the clothes and handing out water, they wouldn’t mess with their own people,” said Pete, a slightly shorter Black man.

He cast a look at David as if he wanted to remind and persuade him.

“You can still laugh, David.”

If Clark doesn't pass, the next target will likely be one of you two brothers.

This is not just empty talk or scare tactics.

That's how it is on American campuses. Students who excel in sports are the focus of attention on campus, while nerds, no matter how well they study, are still nerds and are more likely to be bullied.

Two farm-born, academically gifted nerdy brothers are quite famous on campus.

You know that.

"The Clark affair might make Whitney target you, Clark's brother."

“Stupid Clark.”

David secretly rolled his eyes when the topic came up.

Clark thought he had hidden his crush on Lana very well, but anyone who had any contact with the two of them could see it, including Lana's boyfriend.

Although the young Superman appears dull, shy, and taciturn to outsiders, making him the least popular type of guy, his tall, strong physique and handsome appearance still make him incredibly threatening.

"Especially since even though Lana has a boyfriend, her attitude towards Clark is subtly different from that towards others."

With the risk of being cuckolded, it was hard for Whitney, who was used to being a star on campus, not to be consumed by jealousy.

Meanwhile, Pete lowered his voice and tried to persuade David to join the football team.

Whitney, while chatting with her girlfriend, either coincidentally or because she vaguely heard her own name.

He glanced back as he talked and laughed, his gaze lingering on David for a moment, then turned back with undisguised coldness in his eyes.

"Are you really going to come looking for me?"

Seeing this, David raised an eyebrow and paused for a moment.

Is he starting to feel scared now?

"At seventeen, with Thanos-like physique, am I afraid of violence from my classmates?"

Chapter 4 Clark, I'm too embarrassed to call you out.

His parents still refused his request to join the rugby team selection.

Clark walked out dejectedly with his backpack, glancing around as he went.

The tire tracks on the dirt road in front of the farm were clearly visible, indicating that the school bus should be arriving at school soon.

"You can't show anything unusual in front of others, but as long as no one sees it, it's fine."

Clark smirked, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and vanished in a flash, dashing into the endless cornfield at a speed faster than a bullet leaving the barrel, creating a powerful gust of wind.

From the sky, the green waves were swiftly parted as if pointed by Moses' staff.

laugh!

Aside from a brief chat between the school bus driver and someone whose car broke down along the way to ask if they needed help, which caused some delay, the journey was relatively short.

The school bus drove smoothly all the way and stopped on time in front of the town's high school.

Students disembarked from the school bus one after another and walked into the campus in twos and threes.

After getting out of the car, David glanced at a sign in the distance with a meteorite pattern, weathered and faded from years of wear and tear.

Welcome to Smallville – the world's meteorite capital!

More than a decade ago, a meteor shower struck this small town, bringing both disaster and opportunity.

The townspeople are trying to capitalize on the "meteorite capital" label to become a tourist hotspot and boost the town's economy.

However, looking at the main road of the town, which can be crossed in just a few steps, and the low-rise buildings that are everywhere, it is not hard to know the result.

David looked away, casually put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards the campus where it was springtime and the cherry blossoms were in bloom.

"The meteorite capital, Clark will have his share of trouble in the future."

The so-called meteorite is actually the kryptonite that came to Earth with the spacecraft of the Kryptonian son.

"As we all know, Kryptonite is Superman's fatal weakness. Once it comes into contact with him, the short-term effects are pain and weakness, and the long-term effects are death."

A small green stone was enough to make a god of the mortal realm, whose power was enough to move continental plates, kneel helplessly on the ground.

He noticed a bit more when he grew up that there was an unusually large amount of kryptonite in this town. To exaggerate a bit, you could probably kick out a couple of pieces while walking on the street. He believed that the various villains who would oppose Superman in the future would never have to worry about where to find kryptonite.

Chloe and Pete got out of the car, and the two of them caught up with them. The three of them walked into the campus together.

"Hi, good morning, Chloe, Pete."

Wearing jeans and a classic thick blue plaid shirt, Clark appeared out of nowhere, carrying a few books, trying to pretend he had arrived early, and greeted the two.

"Didn't David say you were behind me?"

Chloe's 'Strange Events Radar' activated, and she looked puzzled.

Clark, who missed the school bus, arrived at school before them.

"I took a shortcut and set off a long time ago."

David didn't see it.

Clark recalled a remark David had made that morning that had jeopardized his plans.

Even without David's reminder and with little chance of getting his parents' approval, he still angrily put his arm around David's shoulder and jokingly scolded his brother, whose face had become expressionless.

“You know, David has never really cared about me.”

"Really?"

The two men's suspicions hadn't lessened at all, and they looked at David.

They remembered that David had said that Clark had encountered some difficulties in getting his parents' permission to participate in the football team tryouts that morning, but he was still determined to try.

"Whatever."

David slapped Clark's hand away and walked into the campus first.

He began to consider whether he should pick out a small piece of the kryptonite he had collected and carry it with him.

To prevent some Kryptonian son from lying about him again next time.

Clark, who had just done something wrong, breathed a slight sigh of relief.

David was well aware of his unusual traits as a family member he lived with day and night.

Others may not know how he did it, but David certainly does.

Fortunately, David didn't expose it as he had anticipated. In other words, his younger brother has always been very mature.

Clark smiled as he watched his younger brother's retreating figure.

Even though he discovered that his older brother was incredibly strong and faster than sound, while he himself was just an ordinary person, he never felt resentful.

However, this anomaly doesn't offer much benefit.

Thinking of this, his eyebrows drooped again.

"Hiss..."

Suddenly, Clark felt as if all his strength had been drained away. He felt weak and uncomfortable, lost his balance, and fell to the ground, scattering his books everywhere.

Whitney walked by with his girlfriend Lana, casting a disdainful glance at them.

When Lana saw him fall, she stopped to help him pick up the book, glanced at the book in her hand, and smiled.

"Thus Spoke Zarathustra, Nietzsche?"

"Clark, do you see yourself as an ordinary person or Superman?"

Hearing the sound, David turned around and glanced back.

His eyes swept over Lana's fair chest, where a green crystal necklace hung.

"I do not know."

Turning his head away, unable to face the kryptonite necklace, Clark looked somewhat distressed and stammered.