Superman

The day's classes finally ended, and Clark sat on the seat in the gymnasium after school.

Looking at the football team training on the lawn...the cheerleading team next to it.

Just like in those youth movies, the most watched people in school are always the quarterback and cheerleader of the football team.

Lana is a cheerleader and her boyfriend is the quarterback of the football team.

Judging from the opinions of other people in the school, it can be said that the two are a perfect match, and it is not Clark's turn to stage a third party's intervention.

After all, a nerd versus a quarterback is a competition without any suspense.

Thinking of the embarrassing incident of falling before, Clark felt a little frustrated and sighed.

My impression score has dropped to rock bottom, and I guess I won't have much chance in the future.

Frustrated, he picked up his backpack, left the gym, and prepared to go home.

Remembering Luke's previous invitation, Clark hesitated to visit his neighbor's house.

If the other party hadn't come to the rescue today, he might have faced an even more embarrassing situation.

As for fitness?

Then skip it.

Apart from becoming weak in front of Lana, he is a little too strong at other times.

With the melancholy thoughts unique to young people, Clark walked aimlessly to a bridge.

Looking at the setting sun in the distance, he couldn't help but stop.

There were too many doubts and incomprehensions accumulated in his heart, which made Clark feel troubled and at the same time he couldn't find anyone to talk to.

This is a very bad experience.

As for why he has super powers that are better than ordinary people, his parents are always vague and unwilling to explain clearly.

Hide yourself and don't let others find out - this is the concept that his father has instilled in him since he was a child.

It was as if the power surging within his body was some kind of shameful contraband that would cause unwarranted trouble once he was noticed.

Clark clearly remembered that he was bullied by bullies when he was in school, and the group of people took away his comics and toys.

If he wanted to, he could punch the leader into a puddle of tomato juice.

But Clark didn't, because his father said countless times that you should restrain your inner anger when facing provocations from others.

Using violence to deal with bullying is the wrong choice.

"Who am I?"

He was lying on the railing of the bridge, thinking about this question in his mind, and did not notice at all that a high-speed Porsche suddenly skidded, lost control, and crashed into him.

Bang!

The Porsche, which weighed more than two tons, directly knocked Clark and the bridge railing away.

The people and the car fell into the lake below, causing a large splash of water.

The strong impact force and the pressure of falling into the water made the driver in the driver's seat unconscious instantly.

But Clark was unscathed and did not appear to have been hit head-on by a sports car.

Holding his breath, he tore off the roof of the car and dragged the drowning man to the shore.

Seeing that the other party was unconscious, Clark followed the rescue measures he saw on TV, squeezing his chest and performing artificial respiration.

Twenty minutes later, the police car and ambulance arrived.

Also appearing with him was Luke, an acquaintance of Clark.

"What a fate. Is this the first time we have met today?"

Luke couldn't help but smile when he saw Clark wearing a red blanket with messy hair.

"How will you be here?"

Clark looked confused. It was just a coincidence that he could meet Luke at the scene of the car accident.

"Forgot to introduce you, Lex Luthor, my godson."

Luke walked up to Clark and pointed at the young man who was taking notes.

"I also want to thank you for saving his life today. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to explain it to his father."

Lex Luthor?

Clark was stunned for a moment. Does the other party have anything to do with the Lex Group in Metropolis?

"Lex, how many times have I told you, don't look around when driving, and don't speed, otherwise you will lose your life."

Luke ignored Clark's confused expression and scolded him with a straight face.

The big boy with beautiful golden red hair seemed to have not recovered from the accident, and his eyes were a little hollow.

It wasn't until Luke appeared that his pale face became slightly brighter.

"It was an accident, Godfather."

Although they look similar in age, the young man named Lex Luthor still shows respect.

"I'm considering whether to tell your father and let you end your vacation early."

Luke showed some dignity on his face, and Lex immediately became well-behaved when he heard "vacation is over".

He didn't want to go back to his mansion in the metropolis. His father was obsessed with his career all year round and never spent a few days at home.

In addition to facing a bunch of servants every day, he would take the girls he met in school for a drive, or study various postures... That kind of life was really boring.

Lex likes this small town. Everything looks new and novel, without the feasting and hustle and bustle of a big city.

"Very good, that's how it is. I hope you can keep it up."

Luke was quite satisfied to see the bald Lex Luthor, Superman's old enemy in the future, looking so well-behaved.

Before he came here, he never dreamed that he would become a celebrity in the villain camp and the godfather of Lex Luthor.

This story is a long one, going back to the time when it just came.

Luke arrived several years before Superman's spaceship, so he couldn't find a target person, so he could only develop steadily and lay a solid foundation.

Obtaining wealth is the first step.

The ever-changing stock market became the place where Luke found his first pot of gold.

No matter what time and space, there will never be too many fallacies at historical nodes.

Seize the opportunity and money will fall from the sky every day.

After primitive accumulation is completed, it is time to enter the stage of purchasing industries and establishing a business empire.

About seven or eight years later, Luke abandoned his identity as a mysterious investor on Wall Street and became a young rich man in the metropolis.

Businesses such as crude oil extraction, pipeline transportation and road asphalt are involved to some extent and are very successful.

It was also at that time that he began to show his face and became the darling of the media.

What?

Why not invest in the real estate industry?

Come on, this is the metropolis!

Real estate and insurance are simply two minefields.

Who knows how many buildings Superman will destroy in one year?

It was during that time that Luke met Lex Luthor's father, whose company was at a low point.

Out of spite, he lent a helping hand.

Then by some mistake, he became the godfather of the other party.

Speaking of which, Luke is now both Superman's Kryptonian cousin and Lex Luthor's godfather.

How will this complicated relationship develop in the future?

"Wait a minute, Lex, you said Clark saved you and implemented emergency measures on you. Did that include artificial respiration?"

Luke's train of thought suddenly became distorted. He was a little regretful as to why he didn't take this scene.

Otherwise, Superman and Lex Luthor kissing passionately - if you send this photo to Lois Lane later, it will definitely become the front page of the Daily Planet.

When the two young men heard this, they glanced at each other.

Then he looked away unnaturally, and the atmosphere seemed to become anxious.

Clark felt a little regretful in his heart. It was his first kiss, and he sent it out before Lana could wait.

"I will be responsible... No, don't get me wrong, I mean, I will be responsible for this car accident."

Feeling embarrassed, Lex tried to find something to say, but the result became darker and darker. Even the look in the eyes of the policeman who was recording the confession changed.

Is this a different kind of turning an enemy into a friend?

Luke was sincerely relieved.

He fully agreed to the marriage.

The rich water does not flow to outsiders' fields.

My little cousin and my godson are a perfect match, a match made in heaven.