Marvel's father of superheroes

Friday, the weather is sunny.

The three Clarks arrived at school on time and then went to their respective classes.

They thought that today would be an ordinary day, but they didn't expect that something would happen today that they would remember forever.

Charles pressed his belly and ran into the bathroom. The moment he was released, the world became brighter.

He dragged his chin with his hands and slowly cleared the inventory.

He was not in a hurry to go to class, he had a legitimate reason, and besides, he hated the old man in class.

I keep asking him to answer questions, isn't it just because I'm jealous that he's smart and cute?

Just when I decided to wait for 5 minutes before picking up my pants and leaving for the lunch break, the bathroom door was opened, a series of footsteps sounded, and then there was a burst of conversation.

"Physical education class, gym class! Damn it, Clark is such an eyesore."

“Every project is completed so perfectly that it makes me sick.”

"Yes."

Listening to this, Charles laughed secretly.

That's his brother, so of course he's awesome.

Just when he was proud of this, he heard someone outside change the subject and say something that shocked and angered him.

"Turner also hates Clark because of Hope. He plans to teach him a lesson after class soon. Do you want to go?"

"Really?"

"Of course it's true. I plan to go. What about you?"

"How could you miss such an interesting thing!"

"Then go quickly, get out of class will be over soon."

"Go, go!"

"Be sure to give him a good look!"

As the footsteps faded away, Charles hurriedly wiped his butt, pulled up his pants, pushed open the compartment door and took a look. When he saw that the people were no longer there, he quickly ran out.

These people were so annoying that they actually wanted to bully his brother.

Although he knew Clark's strength, even if these people were ten times more powerful, they would still be no match, but whether Clark could take action was another question.

"Don't be so stupid that you don't fight back!"

With a whisper, Charles ran towards Eric's classroom.

The bell rang, and when the teacher walked out of the classroom, Charles immediately rushed in and dragged Eric out with a confused look on his face.

"What are you doing?"

Eric looked at the angry Charles and felt a little flustered.

Could it be that you want him to pay back the money?

Thinking of this, Eric said righteously: "Let me tell you, do you need money? I need..."

"Shut up!" Charles turned back and glared at Eric, and said quickly: "There are many people who want to cause trouble for Clark."

"What? Are you causing trouble for your brother!?" Eric's eyes widened, he held Charles back with his backhand, and said anxiously: "Then why are you lingering?"

They were very anxious. Based on their understanding of Clark, if someone bullied Clark, Clark would not fight back for fear of not being able to control his strength.

But how could the Kent family be bullied in vain?

The two little guys rushed to the corner of the school angrily.

Meanwhile, Clark is blocked by a skinny boy.

"K-Clark! Help me!"

The boy blocked Clark's path with a face full of fear, like a chicken after being caught in the rain.

Clark looked at the other party gently and said, "What's the matter?"

This boy was in their class and was often bullied. Clark had helped him twice before.

The boy asked nervously: "Can you come with me?"

Clark nodded and followed the boy.

But the further they walked, the tighter Clark's brows furrowed.

Going further, there is an alley in the school.

Of course he knew about the rumors there, so...

This is a trap.

So he stopped.

The boy leading the way turned around in a panic, then looked into Clark's calm eyes and said in a panic: "Hurry up, why don't you leave? We'll be there soon."

Clark still looked at the other party quietly and said calmly: "Why?"

Why take advantage of his kindness and kindness.

"Why?" The boy said nervously: "I don't know what you are talking about. Didn't you promise to help? Come on!"

"Humph!"

With a slight snort, Clark turned around.

"You can't leave!" The thin boy yelled in collapse, standing in front of Clark, looking at Clark fiercely, and emphasized again: "You can't leave!"

Clark paused and said, "That's a trap, right? Now that I know it, why do I have to go there?"

"You, I..." The boy stared at Clark, unable to find a reason for Clark to take the initiative.

If it were him, he wouldn't go there either.

Clark pushed the boy away and strode away.

At this moment, the boy's scared voice rang out.

"They said if I couldn't take you there, they would beat me violently, and they said they would take off my pants and tie me in front of the school."

Clark paused, turned and walked towards the boy again, saying: "You are really ridiculous. You don't want to fall into the abyss, so you push others into the abyss? What's the difference between you and them?"

The boy lowered his head.

"The posture you used to stop me just now was good."

The boy looked up sharply at Clark.

Clark continued: "If you had used the courage just now to fight, maybe the result would not be the same."

With that said, Clark took the initiative to walk towards the alley.

The boy looked at Clark's back and whispered: "You, why are you still going?"

"Because this matter ultimately happened because of me, and I have to solve it."

Following the words, Clark disappeared around the corner and walked into the alley known as Dark Thorns by the students.

Sure enough, nearly ten children were already waiting for Clark.

Clark stopped and looked at the children gathered around him, his eyes flat.

Looking at Clark's appearance, Turner, a black boy with curly hair, yelled, "That's what you look like. It really makes me sick. Who do you think you are?"

He didn't see the fear he expected, which made him very unhappy.

Clark curled his lips and said, "If you have to fight quickly, I'm in a hurry."

"Teach him a lesson!"

Looking at the children rushing towards him, Clark took a deep breath and squatted in the corner with his head in his hands.

Fists rained down, but Clark, holding his head, even wanted to laugh.

He was so weak that he was not even qualified to scratch his itch. If he fought back, he might not be able to control it properly and someone would be killed.

But if these guys dare to attack him, their father will be in trouble...

Thinking of the parents who had been taught a lesson by his father in the past few years, Clark held a moment of silence for their father.

"damn it!"

Seeing that Clark didn't even scream, Turner, who took the lead, felt as if he was humiliated. He turned around and angrily picked up the steel pipe placed aside.

This thing was originally used to scare Clark, but now...

He walked towards Clark angrily and raised the steel pipe in his hand.

"stop!"

With two angry shouts, Eric and Charles appeared at the entrance of the alley.

They looked at the fist that fell on Clark and the steel pipe that was about to fall, with anger in their eyes, and then there seemed to be a sound of something breaking in their bodies.