American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 318 Clark and Lana's Conflict

"Well, this is really something."

Kent Farm.

On the table where oatmeal porridge was laid out, Clark picked up a glass of milk, took a sip, and licked the milk off his lips.

His expression was conflicted, as if he were struggling to choose between Lana and Louise confessing their love to him at the same time.

Should I go to university?

This is a good question. Clark, who is already a member of the Justice League, earns $100,000 a month as a top-tier superhero, so it's no burden for him to pay for college. In fact, if he wanted to, he could reveal his identity and all the top universities would be scrambling to admit him and beg him to go to their schools.

After all, the title of "the school where Superman graduated" alone is enough to drive many universities crazy.

"But I don't think I should go to college."

Clark sighed. In his mind, going to college was just about finding a good job, but now he already had one.

Moreover, the salary is quite good, so why would I go to university?

Does he enjoy the adulation and worship of ordinary people? He used to be vain, but now he has grown up and is no longer the rebellious boy who argued with his parents to show off.

"Clark, I know what you're thinking."

At the dinner table, Jonathan pursed his lips as he looked at the son he had raised for eighteen years.

I don't know how to describe it, but I can only say that as Clark grew up, the boy spent less and less time with himself and Martha. Most of the time he was either on missions or playing games with Batou in the Justice League lobby.

The changing environment was like a sharp blade, sculpting Clark, a rough gem, into a gradually unfamiliar figure to Jonathan.

The other person no longer seemed like a high school student, but rather more like the cold and decisive Gino.

Therefore, Jonathan wants Clark to return to a normal life.

Constantly witnessing violence and conflict can also affect a person's state of mind.

Jonathan fears that Clark might one day become like that unjust Superman who falls from the sky.

"Okay, I got it." Clark glanced at the envelope; his X-ray vision allowed him to see stacks of Franklin inside.

This touched the boy, who knew his parents had been saving money for his college education, even though he no longer needed it.

"I'll talk to Gino; maybe he has some good suggestions."

"That's right." Jonathan nodded in agreement. After spending so much time together, Jonathan had finally seen what kind of person Gino really was.

The other party was not as evil as Lionel; on the contrary, he was very tolerant of ordinary people.

Luther Castle.

"Snapped!"

The black ball went into the pocket, and Gino put down his cue, leaning against the table with a playful expression.

Are you planning to go to university?

"That's right." Clark scratched his head, "But I don't want to go to college with my real identity. I feel like I won't learn anything and will just be surrounded by crazy fans."

This reminded Clark of what had happened near his farm not long ago, when some enthusiastic fans tried to storm into Kent Farm to find him, but they were stopped by nearby agents, thus preventing them from trespassing.

"Well then, you can choose any of these universities. The Luther family can influence any university."

Gino spoke calmly, his words sounding pretentious to outsiders, but Clark knew they were true.

For the Luther family, whose wealth rivals that of a nation, wealth equals power, and power equals the right to speak.

However, it doesn't need to be that complicated. Gino only needs to write a letter of recommendation in his own name, and the universities that receive the letter will treasure it and hang it on their walls.

"However, I'd like to know which school Lana applied to." Clark pursed his lips, seemingly still unable to let go of his unrequited love.

Even though he was surrounded by more and more women, Clark never stopped thinking about Lana.

Gino smiled and said, "Lana seems to have been accepted to Monte University, an expensive private university. I must say, she has a good aunt."

"What?"

Hearing Gino's words, Clark looked bewildered: "Lana hasn't told me yet!?"

Gino shrugs:

"Perhaps she wants to know how important she is to you."

Gino was used to Lana and Clark causing trouble every now and then.

Lana's house.

The barn at Kent Farm was only a short distance away, a journey that would only take Clark a few seconds to reach.

"Beep beep beep".

There was a knock on the door.

Lana neatly arranged her clothes in her suitcase, wearing a dark red long-sleeved shirt and light blue jeans.

The girl had a joyful smile on her face and was humming a folk tune that was popular in the town.

The story behind this folk song is about a heartless man who is torn between two girls. He eventually chooses the innocent girl, but on his wedding night, he is betrayed by the other girl and tricked into drinking poison. The melody is poignant and melancholic.

"Please come in."

Lana didn't look back. In this small town, there were only four people who could come to their own villa late at night without disturbing the guard dog at the door.

But three of the four wouldn't come looking for him, so the answer to the remaining one was obvious.

Hey, Lana.

Clark gently pushed open the door, an awkward smile on his face: "I heard from Gino that you applied to university?"

"That's right, Montecristo University." Lana lowered her head, absentmindedly rummaging through the neatly folded clothes and then tidying them up again.

"But you didn't tell me?" Clark moved closer and turned his head to look at Lana, whose eyes were lowered.

Clark didn't know how he felt; he felt angry and somewhat aggrieved.

"But how can I tell you?"

"Would I bother you while you were busy chatting with Kayla?"

Lana raised her head, a mocking smile on her face: "You know perfectly well how I feel about you, Clark, but you always follow Gino's example, flitting between every woman."

"I!" Clark wanted to say something, but when he heard Lana's words, the words stuck in his throat.

"That's it, Clark. I'm already late to the party, and there aren't any dorm rooms left for me."

"I am not you, the Justice League's Big Three, who receive adoration and cheers wherever they go."

Just like the insecurity that comes with a change in identity, Lana felt that Clark was becoming more and more outstanding, while she seemed to be standing still.

This sense of identity dislocation also made her constantly reflect on her relationship with Clark.

So it's time to reach a conclusion with Clark: either stand firm in your choice, or part ways.

She closed her suitcase and looked deeply into Clark's eyes: "I wish we could go back to the way things were before."

"That shy Clark is gone."

(End of this chapter)