Black-robed Superman from a certain American comic book

"Take a good look at this world!"

Has the world changed because of your and my existence?

"Your brother flies through the sky every day, ensuring the safety of these idiots, but have these idiots really given up hurting each other? No!"

"This race is greedy, violent, and prone to infighting. To achieve true peace, we must conquer them and then completely purify them!"

The man's tone grew increasingly agitated as he waved his arms and addressed Clark.

"Forehead……"

Clark did not answer the man's question because his super brain told him that what the man said seemed to make some sense.

"Clark, what are you doing here?!"

Just as Clark was about to say something, a voice suddenly rang out from afar.

"mark!"

Clark turned around and looked at the figure that he knew so well, his eyes lighting up.

Who are you talking to?

Mark flew up to Clark and asked.

"I'm talking to this uncle..."

As Clark spoke, he looked behind him, where the mustachioed man who should have been behind him had disappeared.

"All right……"

Clark frowned and said helplessly.

"Clark, maybe you should see a psychiatrist, or even a private therapist..."

Mark raised an eyebrow at Clark and teased him.

"Um……"

Clark rubbed his messy hair. He didn't say anything because he couldn't tell whether the person he had seen earlier was real or not.

"I am... your brother, sent to find you. He told you to stop playing around, go back and review your lessons. Tomorrow you need to see the principal; there might be a placement test. Don't embarrass yourself..."

Mark patted Clark on the shoulder and said.

"Okay, I understand..."

Clark nodded without saying anything.

The two then flew toward the Kent Building.

Higher up in the clouds, the burly man who had been chatting with Clark earlier was floating there, watching Clark leave.

Dinner time...

Jupiter, Clark, Jonathan, and Martha all came to the restaurant, and the family of four enjoyed dinner together.

"Congratulations! Clark is back to health!"

"And best of luck to Clark in his admissions interview tomorrow!"

Martha, holding a glass of red wine, raised it high in celebration.

Although most of us rarely drink, we all had a little today, since it's a celebration...

Afterwards, everyone went to bed early, as Martha meant that they couldn't let it affect Clark's performance tomorrow.

Although Clark didn't care!

That night, while everyone else was asleep, the image of the middle-aged man still lingered in Clark's mind, his words echoing in his head.

The next day, Clark got up early and went downstairs to the entrance of Kent Building on time. When Clark arrived, a black sedan was already waiting for him.

"Mr. Clark, this way please!"

A man in a black suit led Clark into a black car after seeing him, and then began to tell Clark about his school days.

"Mr. Clark, the school you're going to is a famous Ivy League school. Everyone there is either rich or powerful and is a well-known figure. When you get there, remember to maintain your good manners and don't tarnish your brother's reputation. As for the school's interview, well, just hand over the letter of recommendation your brother wrote to the principal, and he will arrange your class!"

The man wore a faint smile, his words filled with respect for Jupiter and disdain for others, with a hint of arrogance.

"All right!"

This made Clark somewhat uncomfortable, but since the person in front of him was, after all, her brother's subordinate, he couldn't do anything about it and could only nod.

The school was reached in no time...

The luxurious architectural style and brand-new teaching buildings all speak to the strength of this school!

Of course, the best indicator of their strength is the school security guards at the entrance, who are fully armed and look even more professional than the police.

In this city, safety is equivalent to power!

Chapter 303 The Differences Between People

Clark entered the school and, using his super senses, located the principal's office. He took a deep breath at the door. From this moment on, he would disguise himself and pretend to be an ordinary person.

"Dong dong dong..."

Clark took a deep breath and gently knocked on the door in front of him.

"Please come in!"

A slightly hoarse voice came from the principal's office.

"Hello, respected Principal, my name is..."

Clark gently pushed open the principal's office door and saw a middle-aged man with a strong, upright build, well-defined features, and an extraordinary air about him, dressed in a black suit. His eyes were bright and piercing, and his hair was black with a few gray streaks.

"Wait, don't speak yet, let me guess... Hmm... I think you must be Mr. Clark Kent, right!"

“I’m from your brother Jupiter…”

"Yes, I've heard about you from Mr. Jupiter!"

"Just as he said, you certainly have an extraordinary demeanor, very impressive!"

This middle-aged man, with a black mustache and a somewhat commanding presence, guessed Clark's identity before Clark even spoke.

"Um, thank you for the compliment, Principal, but I'm not as outstanding as you imagine!"

Clark was a little embarrassed by the praise from the middle-aged man in front of him, as he didn't think he was as good as his brother Jupiter said.

"No no no..."

Your excellence far exceeds your imagination!

The middle-aged man shook his head as he spoke. He walked up to Clark and smiled slightly at him.

"Forehead……"

Clark raised an eyebrow, feeling somewhat sensitive to the all-seeing gaze in the middle-aged man's eyes.

It was as if his superhero identity had already been exposed...

This made him feel uneasy.

"Ha ha……"

"You're too tense. Relax. Only by putting yourself on the same level as everyone else can you truly integrate, Clark!"

The middle-aged man looked at the tense, cautious, and apprehensive Clark, smiled slightly, patted Clark on the shoulder, and spoke softly.

"Only by placing yourself in the same position as others can you better integrate..."

"Thank you, Principal. I know what to do now..."

After listening to the middle-aged man's words, Clark seemed to be deep in thought. Clark, who was originally a little nervous, relaxed instantly and completed his self-adjustment in just a few minutes.

"very good!"

The middle-aged principal looked at Clark's transformation and nodded slightly. To be fair, Clark was indeed a genius.

"Thank you, Principal!"

Clark thanked the principal once again.

"No need to thank me, and you don't need to call me Principal anymore. I don't like that title; it sounds too formal, and you know I'm not a formal person..."

"How about this, you can just call me Mr. Nolan, just like everyone else here."

The middle-aged principal gently patted Clark on the shoulder, his eyes looking at a child about to grow up.

"Mr. Nolan?!"

Clark paused for a moment, then nodded.

"Good boy..."

Nolan smiled slightly, then pushed open the office door and strode forward.

"..."

Clark followed silently and closely behind Nolan.

soon……

The two arrived at a classroom. Nolan gently pushed open the classroom door and said politely, "Excuse me, let me introduce a new student to everyone!"

After Nolan finished speaking, he gently beckoned to the door: "Clark, come in!"

After Nolan finished speaking, Clark slung his backpack over his shoulder, put on his glasses, and walked into the classroom like a bookworm.

"Hello everyone, my name is Clark, and I'm a new student!"

Clark bowed slightly to the teachers and students inside the room to greet them.

"So handsome!"

Inside the classroom, some female students were attracted by Clark's youthful face and his sexy chin.

"Judging from his appearance, he's just a bookworm!"

However, the girls' cheers always drew the ire of the boys, especially the tall ones who didn't like wearing school uniforms and, being unconventional, opted for baseball uniforms.

"Clark, find a seat wherever you like. Class, continue with your lessons!"

Nolan patted Clark on the shoulder as he spoke, then waved to the group of classmates and walked towards the door.