Black-robed Superman from a certain American comic book

Goodbye, Mr. Nolan!

The students in the classroom said goodbye to Nolan in unison as he left; they all seemed to genuinely like Nolan as their principal.

"Clark, there are empty seats in the back, so take one there!"

The teacher in the classroom, after noticing Nolan leave, spoke to Clark.

"Okay, teacher!"

Clark nodded, walked to the last row, and sat down.

However, as Clark sat down, he felt out of place because he was surrounded by a group of classmates who seemed to have unique personalities. Some were wearing school uniforms but no ties, some weren't wearing uniforms at all, some had no books on their desks, and some had books on their desks, but they had nothing to do with the school's curriculum.

"This is really the best school?!"

Clark looked at the people around him and fell into deep thought.

"Maybe it's a problem with my class!"

Clark pondered, feeling that an excellent school must be more than it appeared on the surface. Perhaps his knowledge was too limited, and he hadn't discovered the school's strengths.

Clark, where did you go to school before?

Around Clark, a burly man looked him up and down. His initial slight disdain subsided a little, after all, Clark's strong physique was undeniable, clearly indicating that he was the type with exceptionally well-developed athletic abilities.

"Me? I'm in the countryside, far away from here!"

Clark answered without hesitation.

"countryside?!"

This surprised the students around him.

"Huh? What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

Clark felt a little guilty; he didn't know where he had gone wrong, he was just telling the truth.

"No, I just think it's cool!"

The people around him shook their heads.

"Clark, so you can see farms, with all kinds of rice and other crops, and all kinds of animals, right?"

The people around continued to ask questions.

"Forehead……"

"It's not a question of whether or not I can see a farm; I used to live on a farm."

Clark scratched the back of his head, unsure how to answer everyone's questions.

How to put it? He felt like he had become some kind of rare animal at that moment. Did city people not know much about rural people from small places?

"That's amazing! Can we go to your farm in the countryside with you during our holidays?"

Several burly men excitedly asked Clark.

"Of course! That place is huge. You could run all night and still not see the end. It's all golden rice fields. Sometimes you'll encounter some strange birds. It's quite interesting!"

Clark reminisces about the farm his father, Jonathan, meticulously managed, which was his childhood playground.

However, since Jupiter rose to power, Jonathan's farm has grown larger and larger. Sometimes, if he goes too far out, he has to use his superpowers to get back.

"That sounds awesome! Can we go look at cars and then race them however we want?"

Someone asked.

"Of course you can! Nobody there cares if you speed!"

Clark nodded in agreement.

"So cool, incredibly cool!"

After hearing Clark's words, some people kept echoing his sentiments.

"Great, Clark, from now on you're the one we'll take care of at this school!"

The boys quickly became good friends with Clark.

"..."

The teacher continued lecturing. She noticed the whispers from the students, but ignored them. These were troublemakers in the classroom, and she couldn't be bothered to manage them.

Moreover, the school's teaching philosophy is to foster happy growth, so she was too lazy to manage it.

"I thought she was a little lamb, but it turns out she's hanging out with this bunch of bastards again!"

"Isn't that right?!"

"Really, don't lead people astray..."

Many girls pouted in dissatisfaction when they saw that Clark, whom they had initially thought was quiet and well-behaved, quickly became friends with the most mischievous student in the class.

But pouting doesn't work...

The pleasures between men are something these young girls don't quite understand.

Then he went to PE class. Clark's body was very stiff. He tried his best to make himself look less strong, and in the end, despite his efforts, he only got second place in the class.

"Clark, you're a monster..."

More and more boys followed Clark, praising him as they gathered around.

After all, Clark is a superstar who has achieved second place in every aspect of running, sprinting, high jump, and long jump.

Although Clark didn't seem to get first place in any one game, his overall level was truly outstanding.

"It's probably because I dance a lot on weekdays!"

"You know I used to live in the countryside and sometimes did farm work. Maybe that's where I developed my physical fitness!"

Clark hesitated for a moment, then looked at his classmates and answered.

"That's still quite an exaggeration..."

The students looked at each other, all feeling that Clark's strength was unbelievably powerful.

"Really, when you have the chance to go to the countryside with me, you can train properly and become as good as me."

Clark spouted nonsense; there was nothing he could do, since he had to conceal his identity.

When it was time for the lunch break, Clark said goodbye to everyone and went to the rooftop alone to enjoy the breeze, reflecting on his shortcomings and areas where he needed to work harder.

"Clark..."

Just as Clark was thinking, a voice behind him caught his attention.

Hey! It's you!

Clark turned around and stared blankly at the familiar figure behind him.

"We meet again!"

Standing behind Clark at this moment is naturally the strong middle-aged man who met Clark in the air before and then mysteriously disappeared.

How did you know I was here?!

Clark asked.

"Hehe, our five senses are more powerful than you imagine!"

The man smiled and flew to Clark's side.

"Clark, look at this stupid school. This is where the people of this planet raise their self-righteous offspring—a bunch of idiots!"

The man looked at the students outside, who seemed like ants, and spoke in a cold voice.

I don't think what you're saying is appropriate!

Clark frowned. To be honest, it was his first day of school, and he had a pretty good impression of the students.

"Clark, you've actually been assimilated by the students at this school? You really disappoint me!"

The man frowned and angrily rebuked Clark for his words.

"Assimilation? What are you talking about?"

Clark frowned, seemingly not understanding what the man in front of him was saying.

"Clark, you must understand that you are different from the people in this world. We are high above them! And they are weak and vulnerable!"

The man walked up to Clark and grabbed Clark's shoulder.

"I don't understand what you mean..."

Clark looked somewhat angry.

"You'll understand..."

The man's lips curled slightly upward, and his eyes revealed a hint of ferocity.

"Damn it..."

Clark cursed and immediately activated his watch, transforming into his new form.

The instant Clark transformed, a rough, large hand grabbed Clark's cheek, and the next second, accompanied by a sonic boom, Clark was carried away from the school.

"airplane?!"

"explode!"

The loud explosion drew the attention of countless students, who looked up but saw nothing.

"Slurp~"

Inside the principal's office, Nolan gazed out the window, elegantly sipping his black tea, and carefully examined the nameplate on his chest, which read "Nolan Grayson."

at the same time……

With a terrifying sonic boom, the strong man in white led Clark into the city.

"Drip..."

What are you doing?!

"Excuse me, how do I get to Burger King?"

Car horns, arguments, pedestrians asking for directions—all sorts of sounds constantly entered Clark's ears; his super-sensory perception was receiving all the information around him.