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

The next day.

In the indoor stadium of the state university.

A Black gym teacher, dressed in sportswear and wearing a whistle around his neck, dragged out a television set on a mobile stand, playing a video titled "Captain America's Fitness Challenge."

"Hi everyone, I'm Captain America."

The whole world knows who you are, so why are you still saying this?

"Whether you're in the classroom or on the battlefield, health is a key factor in determining success."

Good heavens, this sounds just like parents lecturing their children... Who approved this script?

"Today, my friend, your PE teacher, will lead you in the Captain America Fitness Challenge."

The script isn't great, but the captain is seriously professional; he's obviously been making PGs for decades. If making charity PGs isn't cool, then the captain must be the uncoolest jerk in the world... Quick, get the captain a coffee! Ice coffee, please!

Wayne stared with dead fish eyes, repeatedly overlapping the images of the two old popsicles in his mind... He suddenly wondered if he could capture the effect he had in mind if Johnny wore Steve's clothes to film the scene.

"Thanks, Captain."

The Black physical education teacher turned off the television and ended the video that was required to be shown during their physical education classes, according to New York State's latest regulations.

Then the Black PE teacher glanced at Wayne without saying a word. He didn't know anything else, but he definitely knew Captain America... He was very curious about how Superman would react if he watched Captain America's educational video during PE class.

This is also what other people think.

"...Why are you all staring at me?"

Wayne glanced at the group speechlessly, and everyone awkwardly looked away.

Harry leaned closer and whispered, "Wayne, you know the captain, didn't you have any thoughts when you saw that?"

Seeing the other students also pricking up their ears and leaning closer to eavesdrop, Wayne stood up impatiently. "If you don't have any ideas, just go to the gym. Why all the fuss?"

Peter caught up with him, "Didn't the captain suggest you work out to stay healthy?"

He realized immediately after he finished speaking what a stupid question he had asked.

Wayne recalled the captain's reaction when he heard that he could lift the sun with one hand: "No, he probably didn't have any fitness advice for me."

The Black gym teacher, who had also been gossiping, snapped out of his daze and whistled, "Alright! Get moving!"

……

Students are using the equipment in the gymnasium to do various fitness exercises.

Wayne, meanwhile, picked up two ordinary dumbbells and casually fiddled with them in a corner.

Susan once said that missing out on his student years would have cost him a lot of fun, otherwise, with Wayne's super brain, he would have graduated long ago.

But perhaps Susan is right, after all, Peter and the others were all people he knew at school.

However, Wayne sometimes encounters minor problems—such as the dumbbells in his hands being too light.

Strictly speaking, if he wanted to achieve a fitness effect, he should find a black hole to replace the dumbbells in his hands.

Or perhaps... Wayne uses his bio-field to warp reality and control the dumbbell in his hand to continuously increase its mass and density, while the bio-field also suppresses the effect of the dumbbell's continuous weight increase on its surroundings.

"..."

The other students looked at the dumbbell in Wayne's hand, which had begun to distort light and resembled a dumbbell-shaped black hole, with complicated expressions.

They knew Wayne went to the corner so as not to distract them from their workout... but the dumbbell-shaped black hole was really novel, okay!

A sharp whistle pierced their ears as the Black physical education teacher angrily berated the group of "lazy" students.

The students, startled, quickly went back to their own business.

The Black gym teacher glanced helplessly at Wayne's side.

If Wayne were just normally good, that would be great; then he could recommend Wayne to play football and make a fortune from it.

Unfortunately, Wayne was already over the limit. If Superman were to play football, he couldn't imagine what he would be treated for recommending Superman; he might even be put in a sack... So he still wouldn't be able to earn that money.

The Black PE teacher looked away with a pained expression, feeling like he had just pulled an SSR character but couldn't use it.

Wayne glanced indifferently at the Black gym teacher, whose expression shifted between heartache and fantasy... then subtly moved away, showing respect despite his lack of understanding.

Inside the stadium stands, a few girls were chatting about superheroes.

"If it were me... I'd sleep with Superman, marry him, and then kill the Hulk?"

"Hey, I, Brother Hulk, am not too bad a guy, am I?"

Wayne couldn't help but speak up for Hulk.

Seeing Wayne "take the initiative to strike up a conversation," the girls were somewhat flattered. The girl who had spoken earlier flicked her hair, tried to calm herself down by doing something else, and then glanced at Wayne every now and then, "So, we'll keep Hulk... and leave everything else the same?"

"Cough cough."

Noticing Gwen appearing beside Wayne at some point, the girls dejectedly looked away... They finally had a chance to talk, but before they could even start trying to steal someone's girlfriend, they were caught by the person in question. Who could they complain to?

Gwen pressed a can of iced drink against Wayne's face. Wayne reached out to take it, wanting to say something, but as soon as they met eyes... Gwen's angry expression fell, and when she forced it back, she could only manage a cute, coquettish expression before "angrily" turning away.