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

The Superman that Lana mentioned was not referring to Clark's future hero codename.

The philosopher Nietzsche once proposed a philosophy about the definition of a powerful human being, calling a person who is not bound by worldly rules and morality, who transcends himself and ordinary people, who has abundant creativity and a strong will, a "superman".

"Say kryptonite, kryptonite arrives."

David sympathetically stroked his chin, temporarily abandoning his idea of ​​carrying kryptonite with him in the future.

The future Superman is already miserable enough. He can't even talk to his dream girl freely because of the Kryptonite necklace. Every time his crush appears, it's usually when he's embarrassed.

"let's go."

Seeing his girlfriend talking to Clark, Whitney was filled with jealousy, but since he hadn't done anything in front of her, he kissed Lana, put his arm around his shy girlfriend, and left, leaving behind an embarrassed figure picking up the books from the ground.

"David?"

Footsteps approached, and Clark looked up to see David walking towards him.

His eyes lit up, thinking his younger brother was going to help him pick up the books.

"How pathetic, Clark."

David left after saying that.

Clark was furious at his brother's deliberate return to mock him.

After picking up their books, the four of them went into the building. In the corridor, by the lockers, men and women, their hormones raging, were chatting excitedly, trying their best to exude their charm and win over the opposite sex in front of them so that they would accept their invitations.

Spring has arrived.

Feeling the atmosphere of the school, David sighed.

"You mean the upcoming spring ball, David?"

Chloe blinked and asked, "Do you have a dance partner?"

David has never been interested in this kind of thing.

Peter shrugged and invited, "How about Chloe, you be my dance partner, just as friends?"

Having someone to keep you company will prevent you from feeling too awkward at the dance.

"Clark, what about you?"

"..."

The four chatted as they walked into the classroom.

After a morning of studying, school ended at noon.

"David, cough, you're going home alone today."

Clark told David to go home first, as if it were a serious matter.

"I'm going to the playground to accompany Pete to the selection process and to encourage him."

"Accompany Pete?"

David glanced at him up and down and sneered at his words.

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

After saying this, he ignored Clark, who was blushing and trying to argue, put his hands in his pockets, turned around, and walked away with a flourish.

Get on the school bus.

David looked out the window at the scenery.

Clark's excuse for wanting to see Pete participate in the selection was that he was smitten and used this as a pretext to watch Lana and her teammates practice cheerleading on the playground.

To this, he could only comment—"You brought this on yourself."

The playground wasn't just filled with cheerleaders; there was also a football team, a veritable feast of love and jealousy, all waiting for Clark.

Inside the school bus, Chloe sat beside her, quietly writing her manuscript while leaning on her backpack.

The article, in keeping with her usual style—sharp and incisive—was about the rugby team and was titled "Rugby: Sport or Savagery," intended for publication in the school newspaper.

On the bridge, there were few vehicles coming and going, and the school bus driver drove quickly and smoothly.

Unaware that the car had broken down that morning on the asphalt road ahead, a broken steel part lay there.

Chi!

The school bus, which was driving smoothly, suddenly had its tire punctured and deflated.

Bang!

The car skidded out of control, and it was too late to swerve. The school bus crashed through the bridge railing and plunged off the bridge in the driver's terrified state.

The school bus was flying in mid-air.

"what!"

Suddenly feeling weightless, their bodies were lifted off the ground, and everyone in the car screamed in alarm.

David's expression changed.

Before the group of high school students could finish screaming, the school bus plunged into the water, creating a huge splash.

Gudongdong.

The heavy school bus, weighing over ten tons, sank rapidly to the bottom of the water.

The surging, icy river water rushed in through the gaps in the vehicle and submerged the knees almost instantly.

"Help, help!"

The people on the school bus, ignoring their dizziness from the fall, quickly stood up, screaming in terror and banging on the windows.

Chloe turned pale with fright and started screaming, even more terrified, as she couldn't swim.

"I don't want to die, someone please save me!"

An atmosphere of despair and terror spread rapidly through the car, and fear engulfed everyone.

"Tough luck."

The water was up to his waist, and his clothes were soaked. David didn't seem to be facing a life-or-death crisis at all. He looked around and frowned.

Chapter 5 Clark, did you save Luther?

Swish!

Time seemed to slow down.

In an instant, the ripples inside the school bus, the unsteady girl's hair flying, the saliva spitting out of the boy's mouth as he screamed in fear, and the water cup floating on the surface of the water—everything seemed to slow down a hundred times.

David observed the situation and then calmly smashed the glass next to him.

With a sweep of his arms, he arrived in front of the school bus as fast as a torpedo.

The school bus had a high front, and the people inside were in a state of panic, so no one noticed him.

While in the water, David did not hold his breath and appeared relaxed.

"Thanos's Eternal physique allows him to survive in the vacuum of space at temperatures below -200 degrees Celsius without eating, drinking, or even breathing."

Not to mention the bottom of the water.

David placed his well-defined knuckles on the front of the car and pushed it aside with one hand, just like he would casually push away someone blocking his way.

In the surging river, a school bus weighing over ten tons, comparable to a medium-sized bus, was sent flying backward like a cannonball launched by explosive force, breaking through the water's surface and hurtling towards the shore with a deafening splash.

Bang!

The school bus traversed an arc over ten meters long on the river surface, landing heavily on the grassy riverbank. Its heavy rubber tires splashed mud everywhere, and the impact of the landing sent the entire vehicle bouncing.

The car windows were shattered, and shards flew everywhere.

"what!"

The passengers on the school bus were caught off guard and fell one after another, covering their heads in fear.

"what happened?"

After a while, the glass shards hit the ground, and everyone stood up in disbelief, looking outside.

Just moments ago, I was at the bottom of a dark and turbulent river, my life hanging by a thread, but in the blink of an eye, I was on a sunny bank, listening to the vibrant and beautiful chirping of birds in the forest.

"Am I...am we dreaming?" They stared at each other, speechless.

"Oh, God!"

The school bus driver, a believer in God, pulled off his hat, looking shocked, and stared into the river as if trying to find the figure of some angel.

"Are you alright, Chloe?"

A voice came from beside her, and Chloe, who had survived the ordeal, turned her head to look, her face pale.

David was soaked to the bone, just like her, but his expression was calm, and there was not a trace of fear on his deep-set face.

Do all members of the Kent family have a big heart?

"No...it's okay."

Having narrowly escaped death, Chloe was still reeling from what could only be described as a miracle, and stammered.