In front of Superman, you have no choice but to give yourself to a little girl.

Patches of low oak trees slipped past the car window, and every now and then a few small buildings could be seen, such as chain gas stations, fast food restaurants, or roadside hotels.

Inside the bus.

Having endured the most tedious phase, the students who were about to arrive at Kennedy Space Center could hardly contain their excitement.

"I remember the itinerary included a visit to the Mars rover development workshop, right?"

"I wish I had the opportunity to speak with NASA engineers."

Do you guys think there are Martians on Mars?

"It wouldn't be surprising if it existed, would it?"

Since there have been more and more aliens on Earth, people now believe it even if you tell them there are moon people or even subterranean people.

Even if we haven't found evidence of Martians yet... who knows?

"I think there's someone who should know."

"..."

Why are you looking at me again?

Wayne glared with dead fish eyes. "Yes."

Even the Mediterranean professor was surprised that Wayne would actually answer, and the students were flattered.

"It really exists? How come NASA hasn't discovered it yet?"

"It's become an underground ruin, didn't they dig anything out?"

"That's true, then there's no need to ask NASA that question."

After all, NASA probably doesn't know that Martians actually exist.

When it comes to understanding the universe, NASA really can't even come close to Superman.

So why did Wayne come to the space center? To experience life?

Just thinking about how the researchers would be chasing after his student, asking him all sorts of questions, made the Mediterranean professor's lips curl into a slight smile.

The students asked Wayne other questions again, and Wayne, annoyed by the barrage of questions, simply raised his head slightly, half-closed his eyes, and began to rest.

Gwen couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.

Knowing Wayne's personality, the students didn't press him further and instead changed the subject.

Others may have different opinions, but Peter and Harry are not going to let Wayne off so easily.

Of course, they weren't trying to get Wayne's knowledge about space travel, but rather...

"You bastard, I'm so envious!"

Harry stood up, one hand on the back of the chair in front of him, and the other hand holding his phone.

Wayne slowly opened his eyes, glanced around expressionlessly, then froze for a moment, snatched Harry's phone away, and sat up straight without even realizing it. "What?!"

Gwen, who was standing nearby, curiously peeked over and took a look, then her face turned gloomy and her eyes became unfocused and lifeless.

The prominent headline read: "[According to sources, Superman briefly cohabited with Magneto's daughter during his stay in Kenosha.]"

The phone screen showed a silver-haired man with his face blurred out being interviewed on the spot.

[Was it blurred out?]

"Yes, I've dialed. May we begin the interview now?"

【"sure."】

After the reporter assured him that his face had been blurred, the silver-haired man in the video began to recount his "experience" at length.

However, for some reason, he didn't embellish the story. He only said some things and left others to fill in the blanks.

"..."

The black screen reflected a pair of scarlet eyes that shone like ignited stars.

Wayne closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, his pupils had cooled down.

Now that these rumors have spread, no one believes that nothing happened between him and Wanda.

Judging from the reactions of the students around them, they had obviously just seen the live interview footage as well.

No one believed he was innocent, but Wayne still hoped... "Gwen, at least you still believe in me, right?"

I believe you.

Gwen pursed her lips, forcing a smile, "Another one, huh?"

"..."

Pietro, you silver snail, you are truly heinous!

Wayne has made up her mind to tell the fruit shop owner in Kenosha that Pietro dried her socks when they were stolen.

"Gwen, think about it, think carefully."

Wayne lowered his voice, "Did I clock in every day? When have I ever missed a day?"

"Tch, who knows if you washed it beforehand?"

Gwen pouted dejectedly, "I can't taste the difference."

"..."

"Wanla" doesn't make sense.

Wayne was so wronged. He always considered their feelings and would definitely clean things up... although he usually cleaned them up directly with his biofield.

But now Gwen is taking this as him "destroying evidence".

Ding, ding, ding—Wayne's phone was still being bombarded with messages.

It's obvious who sent it.

Wayne could only explain to them one by one... but to his surprise, there were even messages from Wanda and Lorna, who were apologizing to Wayne for their brother's foolish behavior.

After a moment's thought, Wayne immediately realized how the two had gotten in touch.

Seeing the overflowing apology and obedient understanding on the screen, if a perfectly good girl could act like this, what could he, a man among men, say? A thousand words could only be condensed into a soft sigh.

Wanda and Lorna were one thing, but Wayne, increasingly angry watching Pietro's rambling conversation during the on-site interview, left the bus on the spot, "flew to Kenosha and punched Pietro so hard he couldn't be pried out of the ground," then flew back to the bus to close his eyes and calm down.

The whole process took less than 0.01 seconds, but most people who watched the on-site interview could guess what happened.

This further confirms the authenticity of the interview—look, even Superman is here, so it must be true.

In the driver's seat of the bus.

As Loki drove the bus with one hand, he listened to the whispers behind him and couldn't help but sigh at how many competitors he still had.

Just then, a muffled, loud thud was heard, and the entire bus shook.

Loki frowned slightly, glancing at the top of the bus.

A laser cut a hole in the top of the bus, and two burly men wearing crudely made technological half-body armor jumped out.

"Everyone! Hand over all your valuables!"

One of the burly men shouted menacingly, only to find that no one paid them any attention.

Another burly man leaned over and whispered, "They don't seem afraid of us."

Just as the two were completely confused and wondering if they had made a mistake in some step, the Mediterranean professor, who had finally managed to suppress his smile, responded to them.

"This is your first time, is it, you two?"

"That sounds a bit strange... Never mind, old man, do you have a problem with that?"

"I have no objection, but we have a kid here who's really grumpy when he wakes up, so he might have an objection."

Looking in the direction the other person pointed, I saw a young man sitting in the back row with his arms crossed, leaning back in his chair and resting with his eyes closed. His handsome face had his half-closed eyes slightly open, revealing a pair of scarlet eyes that seemed to contain no emotion.

"Superman?!"

The two burly men suddenly felt their legs give way and tried to pull each other up to keep from falling, but they both ended up falling down.

"Sorry, Superman, we're leaving now."

One of the burly men who got up first helped another burly man to his feet. "He wasn't trying to rob someone; he was just drunk."

The bus was immediately filled with shouts, and the students, emboldened by Superman's presence, yelled, "Get out of here if you're drunk! You'll be eating my Superman's heat vision!"

"...Hmph! Fine, I'll get out then!"

"Oh ho? I told you to get lost, and you actually did!"