What's wrong with Superman's brother wanting to be Homelander?

Chapter 31: Teacher, I am guilty

Hearing Shelby snoring in the living room, Lucas wasn't in a hurry to go to sleep.

Instead, I simply thought about the plot and setting of Stranger Things in my mind.

then,

I'm completely at ease now.

...

The next day, the sky was bright.

Kent Farm.

The crowing of roosters, carried on the cool autumn breeze, pierced the dawn, announcing the quiet arrival of a new, yet mundane, day.

In the bedroom, Clark covered his ears as he turned around and continued to stay in bed.

He really didn't want to get up so early; there were still at least three hours until school started.

A good morning should start with taking a nap.

Thinking this, Clark couldn't help but glance at the lower bunk.

As expected, Lucas was not present.

They must have gotten up early to exercise.

Clark was inexplicably impressed by his older brother's perseverance, which had kept him going for so many years, even in wind and rain.

Unlike him, who only works sporadically.

...

backyard.

Lucas was bursting with energy and radiating heat, having already begun his training before the rooster crowed.

He firmly believes that self-discipline is the key to strength!

Furthermore, he thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of being able to genuinely sense himself becoming stronger.

In order to train every muscle in the body without leaving any gaps,

Lucas specifically summarized a series of training exercises that suited him.

In addition, there's the double bonus from the "survival of the fittest" trait.

During this period, his physical abilities improved rapidly, which enabled him to deal with the injured chrysanthemum monster in a short time with almost a brutal killing.

Without a running start, he can now easily leap more than 50 meters high and hundreds of meters far from a standing position.

With just one finger, you can lift Jonathan's tractor, which is clearly chipped of its paint.

The skin can withstand a barrage of bullets.

When running, it can catch up with a speeding off-road motorcycle in an instant.

Needless to say, the senses are naturally involved.

"Lucas, Clark is here for breakfast."

At that moment, Ms. Martha's gentle voice reached Lucas's ears through the window.

"Okay, Mom," Lucas replied.

Breakfast was a standard American breakfast.

Toasted whole wheat bread, hot milk, fried bacon, fried eggs from our own chickens, and some overly sweet desserts.

After a quick breakfast.

Lucas and Clark arrived at the farm one after the other, waiting for the school bus to arrive.

"Lucas, if possible, it's best to avoid going for a night run these next few days."

After a moment of silence, Clark suddenly looked at Lucas and said, word by word.

"What happened?"

Lucas asked the question he already knew the answer to.

Clark scratched his head and hesitated:

"I don't know how to describe it, but in short, it's definitely not a good thing."

"Okay, thanks for reminding me, but I'll probably still continue my night runs."

Lucas shrugged, and before Clark, who was frowning, could reply, he continued:

"By the way, didn't you notice that the school bus was a little late today? It should have arrived twenty minutes ago normally."

Upon hearing this, Clark subconsciously glanced at his watch and realized that the usually punctual school bus was late.

Fortunately, after another ten minutes, a striking bright yellow finally appeared in their sight at the end of the country road.

After Lucas and Clark quickly found their seats, Chloe immediately leaned over and said in a voice that only a few people could hear:

"Hey, do you guys want to know why Old Jack is late today?"

"think."

"Not interested."

The last sentence was naturally spoken by Lucas.

He actually hoped the driver could have arrived even later.

As for why the other person was late, that was not within his area of ​​interest.

"Exclusive insider information: Old Jack got divorced yesterday, and it's been bothering him ever since."

Chloe pretended not to hear Lucas's words.

"Why? I remember they always had a very good relationship."

Clark was clearly more interested in this kind of gossip.

Chloe glanced around furtively, then lowered her voice again:

"Old Jack went home yesterday and, for some reason, told his wife a joke..."

"Oh, I see. It must be that his wife didn't find it funny, which angered old Jack, and old Jack got a divorce in a fit of rage."

Pete interrupted.

"Well... how should I put it? His wife didn't laugh, but the person under the bed did..."

Upon hearing this, Clark and Pete were immediately taken aback.

"Oh, poor old Jack, he still has to pay $800 alimony every month."

Chloe pursed her lips.

"So this tells us never to get married. Women are complicated creatures; they crave passion, they crave stability, but they often get tired of the daily routine."

Lucas breathed in the scent of the unknown wildflowers lining both sides of the road and suddenly said...

He leaned lazily against the school bus seat, the morning light streaming in through the window gently illuminating his profile and outlining his sharp jawline.

Looking at that face that was hard not to have fantasies about, Chloe's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously retorted:

"Not every woman is like that."

After saying that, she immediately felt her face burning and only dared to glance at Lucas out of the corner of her eye.

But his poker-card-like face remained expressionless, and he didn't even seem to be listening to her.

This made Chloe, whose little thoughts were quietly sprouting in her heart, feel a pang of disappointment.

...

Amidst Old Jack's grumbling and cursing, the school bus arrived at the school at an almost insane speed.

Miraculously, despite being almost half an hour late in departing, I wasn't late.

To be honest, this disappointed Lucas somewhat.

The first class was Heisenberg's class, and ten minutes before class started, the classroom was already completely silent.

Clark was curious about everyone's reaction, especially his good friend Pete.

Not only was he sitting upright, but his body was also trembling slightly, perhaps because he hadn't eaten breakfast.

Because he skipped class yesterday to help Lana, he was unaware of the new chemistry teacher.

Just as I was about to ask, I heard a crisp sound of leather shoes.

Walter strode in, carrying yesterday's test paper.

Who is Clark?

As soon as he entered, Walter asked directly.

"Teacher, it's me." Clark had a bad feeling at first, but he raised his hand with a forced smile.

"Great! I heard you went to cheerleading practice yesterday? I'm so ignorant, I didn't even know there was a tall, strong guy infiltrated our school's cheerleading team."

Walter stared intently at Clark with an extremely scrutinizing gaze.

Clark finally realized what was happening.

"Oh, and there was another classmate who helped deceive the teacher..."

Walter's sharp gaze shifted from Clark to Pete.

Pete was so scared he almost jumped out of his skin.

He jumped up and shouted, "Teacher, I am guilty!"