American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 129 Let Lana go to hell!

In the corridor, Clark stood tense, chest puffed out, a mischievous smile on his face, immediately attracting the attention of many girls.

"Wow, Lana is looking at you."

Gino spoke up at the right moment, his gaze falling on Lana at the corner: "She has a girl with her, who looks like a transfer student."

Clark followed Gino's gaze, his eyes sweeping over Lana, and he couldn't help but think of how the girl had been holding a grudge against him for the past few days over something trivial.

His gaze then swept over Jesse, who was standing next to Lana.

With her long blonde hair and avant-garde, stylish outfit, and most importantly, compared to Lana's pair of flat chests, the girl's size was enormous.

Clark grinned, revealing a row of gleaming teeth, and said, "Oh, Gino, to hell with Lana, I have a better choice."

Clark strode toward Lana and the other two women, with Gino following leisurely behind him, hands in his pockets.

He was very curious about what the red stone would turn Clark into.

Clark walked up to the two women and blocked their way:

"Hey, hello, are you new here? My name is Clark Kent."

Clark pressed one hand against a locker on one side of the corridor, staring at Jesse with the air of a domineering CEO, completely ignoring Lana's strange expression beside him.

"Interesting. My name is Jesse."

Avant-garde girls love this bad boy style. She extended her hand, clasped her hands together, and then separated them.

Clark stood with his hands on his hips, looking at the girl, his gaze sweeping over her short-sleeved shirt and hot pants: "I have to say, your outfit is really cool, both trendy and avant-garde."

Upon hearing this, Lana, who was familiar with Clark, immediately showed a surprised expression.

Lana could hardly believe her ears that Clark was praising the girl like that.

But soon, a pang of jealousy gripped Lana's heart. That damned Clark had never praised her like that before.

Lana glared angrily at Clark.

Clark gave a wicked smile, looking Lana up and down with disdain: "What's wrong? Are your eyes bothering you?"

"call!"

Lana was furious at Clark's reply, and glared at him with a sharp look: "I remembered that Professor Morty asked me to do something, so I'll be leaving now."

Lana hurried away, clearly angered by Clark's reaction.

Gino crossed his arms and watched silently as his gaze swept over the red ring on Clark's hand, a smile creeping onto his face.

It is now almost certain that the red kryptonite will amplify the dark side of Clark's heart.

So, once the red stone is removed, how will Clark mend his relationship with Lana?

Clark was unaware of what Gino was thinking. He and Jesse locked eyes, and a strange, ambiguous atmosphere spread between them.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you, but didn't Miss Lana Lan just tell you that the town's high school has a dress code?"

At the corner, Principal Gibbans suddenly appeared, his expression grim.

Just like everyone's high school life, when you do something wrong or violate school rules, school leaders always appear behind you without you even noticing.

The sudden appearance of school leaders broke the ambiguous atmosphere.

He looked at Jesse with disapproval, who was wearing a punk-style short-sleeved shirt with his belly button exposed, which was really indecent!

"I must give you a serious reprimand, Miss Jesse."

Principal Gibbons intended to give the girl a stern reprimand, his gaze sweeping over the group.

Clark, the farmer's son, had no power or influence and didn't need to be looked after.

"Cough cough."

A soft cough came from the corner, and Principal Gibbons took a small step forward.

He saw blond hair and a beautiful face.

"Mr. Luther!?"

The gloom on Principal Gibbons' face seemed to be blown away by a gentle breeze, and he immediately put on a fawning smile, leaning forward and saying with a smile, "I'm very sorry, I didn't notice you were here."

"Is Miss Jessie your friend?"

Gino shrugged: "I guess so."

Now, his friend Clark is like a guinea pig. He needs to observe Clark's reactions and changes, and not let Gibbans ruin things.

"Then I won't disturb your conversation."

Principal Gibbans was undoubtedly very perceptive; after saying those words, he turned and left without looking back.

His comical appearance successfully amused the new transfer student.

The girl gave Gino a meaningful look: "So, a friend?"

Clark nudged Gino in the waist, indicating that his friend was really a good friend.

Clark glanced at Principal Gibbons as he walked away, then looked back at Jesse with a grin: "The nuisance's finally gone. So, how about a date?"

"Dating?"

Jesse raised an eyebrow: "You're very bold, I like it."

The girl took a ballpoint pen out of her pocket: "Hold out your hand."

Clark extended his palm, which the girl gently grasped. She then wrote her contact information on the boy's palm with a carbon pen.

She made a phone call gesture and put it to her ear: "Remember to contact me when you confirm the time."

"certainly."

Clark looked down at the phone in his palm, a silly grin spreading across his face.

Kent Farm.

Jonathan sat on the sofa with a pale face, while a wooden barrel was placed in the living room on the first floor.

Judging from the aroma of alcohol emanating from the sealed opening, this product is one that should not be consumed by anyone under the age of twenty-one.

"I really can't imagine it."

Jonathan complained to his wife, "Clark has been secretly hiding alcohol from us!"

"Is it curiosity or stress?" Jonathan was very distressed. He couldn't understand how Clark, who had always been well-behaved and sensible, had become like this.

"Maybe it's just the start of your rebellious phase, Jonathan."

Martha was clearing away the dishes in the kitchen, speaking without turning her head.

In Clark's family, Jonathan plays the role of a strict father, while Martha plays the role of a loving mother.

"Ugh."

Jonathan sighed.

"Whoosh!"

The door seemed to be flung open by a gust of wind. Jonathan only felt a blur pass by, and the next second, Clark, carrying a red backpack, was standing in front of Jonathan.

Good afternoon, you two.

Clark smiled, but when he noticed the barrel of liquor on the floor, anger flashed across the young man's face: "You searched my room?"

He glared at Jonathan, his face full of displeasure: "Father, that's my territory! You can't just barge in without my permission!"

"So that's why you drink so much?!"

Jonathan stood up without backing down, looking up at Clark, who was a head taller than him, and said, "Son, you're not at the age to try these illegal substances."

"Yes, yes, you always teach me how to be an upright person, a selfless person, a good person, a saint."

Clark, sticking out his tongue in an impatient gesture, yelled at Jonathan, "But have you ever considered whether I want to be that kind of person?!"

"I don't want to end up like you, a good-for-nothing farmer!"

Before he finished speaking, Clark's figure flashed, and he simply took a step and disappeared instantly, along with the barrel on the ground.

(End of this chapter)