American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 126 Clark's Drunkenness

But almost without hesitation, Gino's voice rang out from not far away: "Keep these shares for yourself. I'm not interested in helping you investigate Lex."

To Lionel's surprise, Gino refused cleanly and decisively, without even a moment's hesitation.

It seems that those trillion-dollar shares are nothing to him.

After refusing Lionel's request to leave the estate,

Kent Farm.

The second floor of an abandoned warehouse that Clark transformed into "Lonely Fortress".

A telescope sat in front of the wooden window, but Gino guessed that Clark probably used the little thing every night to observe Lana's house, which was three kilometers away from his own.

Well, from a certain perspective, Clark is quite the repressed pervert.

"Please sit wherever you like, Gino."

Clark led Gino upstairs, carrying a case of wine barrels in his arms, which Gino had taken from his family's underground wine cellar before leaving the estate.

According to Gino, the liquor is made with something called "Amber Gold," and it's said to be very delicious.

But Clark didn't take it seriously.

Both he and Gino are superhuman, and alcohol simply cannot make them drunk.

"That's quite interesting."

Gino fiddled with the binoculars for a while, then leaned against the window and stared at Clark: "What do you want to say to me?"

"So, Gino," Clark said seriously, pursing his lips, "what do you think of the new teacher, Ms. Seikins?"

"Aginse?" Gino glanced at Clark and asked, "What do you think?"

"Me," Clark sighed, then continued, "You know, almost every few days something bad happens to me, or someone comes along."

"But that Ms. Atkins clearly didn't seem to be the case."

Clark considered his words carefully, then said after a moment's thought, "Seriously, she doesn't seem very serious."

"so?"

"So I went to newspaper clubs to search for information about her."

Clark frowned: "I used the newspaper's computer to find her information."

"The interesting thing is that she wasn't always called 'Datherie Atkins,' but rather 'Allison Sanders.'"

"So," Gino sighed, voicing Clark's suspicions, "she's also connected to that meteor shower fourteen years ago, right?"

Clark nodded quickly: "That's right."

"I searched through the campus newspapers from 14 years ago according to the timeline and came to an interesting conclusion."

Clark took the backpack off his shoulder, pulled out a stack of newspapers, and handed them to Gino: "You need to take a look at these."

Gino took the newspaper and flipped through it, spending a mere second reading it.

A smile appeared on the boy's lips.

"Interesting. This Ms. Allison seems to have been popular with boys since high school."

"When the meteor shower came, she and her boyfriend were sitting in their car parked by the lake."

"Yes, a lone man and woman parked their car by the lake."

"The first conclusion is that she is no longer a virgin."

Clark's face darkened: "Is this an important clue, Gino?!"

He was genuinely helpless. Why was Gino focusing on these strange things?

"No, no, no, this is an important clue."

Gino smiled and said, "Generally speaking, if a woman has a promiscuous private life, it can often be seen as evidence of her psychological state."

"For example, being extremely selfish."

As Gino spoke with utmost seriousness, Clark couldn't help but feel a sense of awe: "I didn't know you were knowledgeable in psychology?"

"No, all of the above was just me making things up."

Gino laughed. He wasn't a professional psychologist, so how could he possibly know what the connection was between a person's promiscuous private life and whether he was a pervert?

"But it's clear that our teacher Ai Jinsi is no ordinary person."

Gino pulled out a newspaper and tapped the paper with his finger: "After the meteor shower, Professor Atkins' boyfriend went completely insane. He killed Atkins' parents so that she could inherit their entire estate."

"What's even more interesting is that five years later, Aikins became a teacher and married a wealthy man."

Gino then pulled out a newspaper from five years in the future: "And shortly afterward, her husband was killed by a high school student in his class who had gone mad."

"After that, she also inherited all the wealth."

"The Black Widow of the Legacy," Gino sneered, offering a sharp comment. In Eastern parlance, it would be "the academic Daji."

Climbing up by stepping on men's "remains" is a despicable and disgusting method, dishonorable, but efficient.

Clark sighed. "That's exactly what I wanted to say, Gino."

"She's approached you now, likely hoping to repeat the same pattern as before. After all, everyone knows the Luther family is wealthy, and I'm worried about your safety."

Gino smiled with some relief at Clark's concern and patted Clark on the shoulder: "Thank you for your concern, but I also have my own guesses about her motives."

"It's certain that she possesses the extraordinary ability to arouse male primal desires."

Clark asked, "So, what should we do?"

"I'll handle this."

"Now, let's enjoy the wine."

Gino changed the subject, pried open the wooden barrel on the ground, and then, as if by magic, flipped his hands over, and a pair of wine glasses fell into his palms.

The red wine, shimmering with a galaxy-like glow, was poured into the glass.

Under the setting sun,

The two raised their wine glasses.

"clink."

"To the best of friendship."

The glasses clinked together, making a "clink" sound, and the liquid inside sloshed around.

Clark drank the slightly bitter and spicy red wine down his throat without a care.

He didn't think he would get drunk.

Clark's superhuman physique allowed his body to metabolize much faster than others.

but,

The amber gold added to the drink by Gino clearly gives it a unique effect.

Clark didn't even finish his drink.

"Thump!"

His body fell straight down and crashed heavily onto the abandoned floor. His steel-like body crushed the wooden planks, and he fell to the ground floor.

Gino hadn't expected Clark to be such a lightweight drinker.

"Clark?"

Gino lightly leaped and landed on the first floor.

Clark lay on the haystack, his once fair face now as red as burning coal.

"Wake up, Clark." Gino sighed and rubbed Clark's cheek. It just goes to show that everyone's constitution is different. It's quite amusing that the future famous Superman can get drunk.

"I need to take notes."

Gino found a camera and filmed Clark's predicament while pinching Clark's nose.

"Hiccup, what time is it now?"

Breathing heavily and drowsy, Clark mumbled incoherently as he swayed as he stood up.

The drunk Clark was clearly no different from other heavily intoxicated drunks; he walked as if performing drifting art, swaying his body.

"You've had too much to drink, Clark."

Gino put away his camera and reached out to block Clark, not wanting Clark to go on a drunken rampage and expose the town's secrets.

"I...I want to confess my feelings to Lana!"

Clark shook his head and shouted, clenching his fists.

"I've always had a crush on her, I..."

Before the boy could finish speaking, an arm struck Clark on the back of the neck, knocking him unconscious.

Gino knocked Clark unconscious with a single blow and threw him onto a pile of weeds: "Stop telling your pathetic story of unrequited love. You need some peace and quiet now."

"And perhaps I should go and have a heart-to-heart talk with Professor Aikins about life."

Gino's expression was playful; after learning about Professor Aikins's past romantic affairs, he was eager to see the woman's reaction.

(End of this chapter)