Kansas, Kent Farm.

At the age of seventeen, Clark Kent opened his eyes from the bed.

The warm sunshine shines on my face, and it is another wonderful day.

He turned over and sat up, and ran to the window.

With a "swish", the curtain was opened.

Clark stretched while thinking about the upcoming sports meetings at the school.

He put on his clothes, walked to the floor mirror, and sorted out his clothes.

Appearing inside was a tall boy with black hair and a tuft of curly hair.

"Clark, you're going to be late!"

A gentle female voice came downstairs, it was his mother.

"Here you come."

Clark stepped on the stairs and quickly went down to the living room.

I reached out and opened the refrigerator, picked up a bottle of milk, and poured it on "gudonggudong".

"I have a class tonight, you two will get your dinner by yourself. Remember, you are not allowed to eat pizza!"

Mrs. Kent cleanly packed the tabletop, leaving only a portion of mashed potatoes, vegetable salad and pork chops.

Clark stuck out his tongue, it seemed that his mother had discovered that he and his father had secretly ordered pizza.

Mrs. Kent rejected any fast food, firmly believing that it was junk food.

This may be related to her previous experience working in a fast food restaurant.

After lunch like a wind blowing over the clouds, Clark took out a note from his backpack, which was the permission to participate in the school football team.

If you want to join the team, you need your parents’ signature to get permission from your teacher.

After all, rugby is a collision sport and the risk of injury is also high.

"Dad, I want to play rugby!"

Clark said in a low voice as if he was going to do something bad.

He handed the permission to his father, hoping that the other party would be in a good mood and be able to sign a letter.

"Sorry, I can't let you go, Clark."

Jonathan Kent, Clark's father, scratched his hair, looked at his wife, shook his head and refused.

"Why!"

Clark looked disappointed and asked loudly.

This is not the first time.

When he was a child, he wanted to sign up for a baseball team, but he did not get his parents' consent.

Later, football, basketball and other sports were even less than their own.

This made Clark often called "nerd" by his classmates at school.

Although he has good homework, he is deeply loved by the teacher.

But he never participated in after-school activities, which attracted a lot of discussion and did not have many friends.

"You know why, Clark."

Jonathan Kent has a complicated expression, and his son has been different from others since childhood.

At the age of eight, I could lift the jeep parked in the yard.

If you encounter something angry, you can even pinch the steel with both hands.

Jonathan remembers clearly that one time Clark accidentally fell into a grain harvest machine, which should have been a bloody tragedy.

But when he stopped in a hurry, he ran over and saw that his son was safe and sound.

On the contrary, the machine was stuck, and the cut blades were twisted and deformed, as if they were hit by some hard object.

Later, Clark grew up a little longer and more extraordinary things appeared.

This made Jonathan feel very worried for a time, afraid that his son's super abilities would be discovered by others and regarded as a freak.

The reason why he had this idea was that Clark was not his and his wife's biological flesh.

More than a decade ago, a baby in a cradle fell to Kent farm in a spacecraft, bringing a meteorite rain that almost destroyed the town.

That was the second time Kansas discovered something similar, and there was another one before.

A huge pit appeared in the cornfield of Kent Farm, which was suspected to be a meteorite impact scene.

But the police who came to investigate afterwards did not have any remaining fragments.

This has also become an insolvent mystery in the town, and has spawned rumors like aliens coming to Earth.

"I will restrain myself, Dad! Reduce the speed by half and never hit anyone..."

Clark still wanted to try to convince his parents, but he still failed to achieve his goal. He could only take up his backpack and walk out of the house with a feeling of loss.

The most unlucky thing was that the school bus that should have been waiting for him to get off had already driven away, raising a large area of ​​smoke and dust.

"Didn't Clark catch up? I don't mind taking you all the way."

The sound of the car horn brings frustrated Clark back to reality, and a young man wearing sunglasses greets.

The other party sat on a cool yellow Chevrolet Camaro, full of the confident temperament of a successful person.

"Mr. Cavill..."

Clark felt a little embarrassed. The young man lived next to the Kent Farm and was considered a neighbor.

He heard from his father that Mr. Cavill was a young rich man in the metropolis, with a successful career and often appeared on TV news.

"I said, just call me Luke."

The young man snapped his fingers and said kindly: "I'm not much older than you. Come up quickly, otherwise you will be late."

Clark hesitated for a moment, then opened the car door and sat in.

"Cavill first... Luke, are you back to the town for vacation?"

This sunny big boy took the initiative to find topics, and the other person spent most of his time in the metropolis and was busy with business.

The luxurious villa in the town and the large areas of fields nearby were all vacant.

"Just finished talking to the Lakes Group and participated in the ribbon cutting of your school - I donated a library."

Luke spoke plain and boring words in a plain tone.

"Ah, this... you are so enthusiastic."

Clark's next half of the words were held in his mouth and turned into compliments.

"It's just a trivial thought."

Luke waved his hand and said it was no big deal.

He looked at his little cousin with a hidden look.

The other party is a little better than the rib superman in the flashpoint world, including strength, speed and the development of various senses.

A rough estimate is probably at the most basic level.

Without training, Clark may not even have the ability to fly, but just passively absorbs sunlight.

"Clark, you don't look like you like sports very much."

Luke whispered softly with his lips curled up.

"I am already the main player of the team at your age."

Hearing this, Clark's eyes dimmed.

He was destined to have no choice but to participate in those fierce and passionate sports competitions.

Let me ask, what consequences will a guy who can lift a jeep with one hand have if he hits his opponent head-on.

“I love reading books and studying astronomy.”

Clark whispered.

"My house is quite big, and there are a lot of fitness equipment left behind. You can come and sit when you have time."

Luke has been in this time and space for some time, and he found that he came to Earth earlier than Superman.

So, by accumulating wealth, I bought the agricultural land around Kent Farm and became Clark's dad's neighbor.

Then he ran to the metropolis and quickly accumulated wealth through stock market crashes and financial securities.

No one hates a generous life, let alone a "free country" where capital is supreme.

Banknotes may not be a universal pass, but they must not be without them.
To be continued...