As Superman’s Younger Brother, I Became a Native of the Motherland

"Why are you here? Eric."

"I think Dad, you're right, sometimes we have to make some changes, so I changed my stance and came to the field."

Shaking his hand, Eric smiled at Jonathan.

The real reason is of course not because of interest in Clark's game, but after using super vision to see everything that happened here, he rushed here with extreme speed.

"That's good."

Jonathan patted Eric on the shoulder and looked in the direction of the school where the smoke was blowing, "You take care of Clark, I'll go to the school newspaper to see. Clark just told me that Chloe was in danger."

After instructing Eric and Clark, Jonathan immediately rushed towards the direction of the school's fire.

"Clark."

After Jonathan left, Eric had a gloomy face and looked at Clark, who was sweating profusely and was desperately panting to recover his strength.

Suddenly, he punched.

A heavy fist hit Clark's cheek hard.

With a "bang", Clark staggered backwards and slammed heavily against the wall.

Although the power of the fist was not heavy, Clark still felt a wave of dizziness.

"I told you that if you want to be the one who protects and sympathizes, you have to learn to be wiser. But obviously, Clark, you didn't get wiser, not only putting yourself and your friends in danger, but even putting yourself at risk. Father almost got hurt because of you."

"I......"

In the face of Eric's accusation, Clark did not fight back, and a guilty expression appeared on his face.

"Sorry, Eric, I...I screwed everything up."

"I don't need your apology, Clark."

Eric's tone was still cold, "I once reminded you to pay attention to the people around you and don't be deceived by your eyes, but you still use your eyes to observe instead of deeper things. You waste your talent, you let Your family risked it for you."

Clark didn't argue, just lowered his head and clenched his fists tightly.

"I'm very disappointed in you, Clark, you should have grown more mature, but you are not growing at all."

After Eric glanced at Clark, he turned and left.

"Father went to save people, protect him and don't let him get hurt."

After Eric's back disappeared in the corridor, the voice reached his ears.

Clark raised his head, took a deep breath, and adjusted his mood.

"Boom"!

The figure quickly disappeared in the corridor, moving quickly towards Jonathan's location.

......

"Well......!"

Coach Watt, who was shot in the head by Eric, struggled to stand up.

Blood continued to flow out from his forehead, the bridge of his nose was broken, and the dark blue and blood at the corners of his eyes showed the pain he had suffered.

Even after absorbing kryptonite and possessing a strong body, he was still almost headshot by a fire extinguisher.

"Shit!"

He endured the pain, and cursed in his mouth.

"Coach Watt, you look embarrassed."

A voice that frightened him sounded from behind.

Coach Watt turned his head slowly and found that Eric was back and forth, standing behind him and staring at him expressionlessly.

"Are you surprised?"

Eric took a step forward, and his black eyes turned into bizarre pupils that shone with orange-red light.

"Coach Watt, I will tolerate or even ignore your behavior, just because you haven't provoked me yet. But it seems that you think that with some insignificant power, you can be unscrupulous and even dare to hurt my family?"

Facing Eric's murderous look, Coach Watt did not flinch, but closed his eyes.

With his rhythmic breathing, flames erupted around the locker room.

Rising to the height of the sky guard, carrying a super-high temperature flame, it rushed towards Eric like a controlled giant snake.

Facing the "fire dragon" that came over, Eric did not dodge and let the billowing flames attack him.

Before he could be happy, the next second, Eric walked out of the flames with a blank expression.

"you......!"

"Zi!"

The two beams of thermal vision with a wide distance between the eyes, carrying the ultra-high temperature, penetrated Coach Watt's eyes in an instant.

The heat sight melted the opponent's head like lava.

Then the out-of-control flames quickly surrounded Coach Watt, who was killed instantly.

Chapter 35: The Second Hundred Victories

"Yes, Jonathan, I understand, I've called the police and fire department. Eric is sitting next to me... OK, we'll talk later."

In the stands, Martha hung up the phone and said to Eric, who was sitting next to him, "Your father and Clark took Chloe to the hospital. Fortunately, Chloe was fine."

Eric nodded when he heard the words, and turned his attention to the football game in front of him.

After Coach Watt was killed by his use of heat vision, the uncontrollable flames instantly attacked the host.

In a few breaths, the other party was burned to ashes.

Although his body had been strengthened by kryptonite, it was still unable to withstand the ferocious burning flames.

"Interspersed! Interspersed!"

With the roar of the assistant coach on the sidelines, the "Ravens" players who served as quarter-pointers were like a rampaging tank, knocking the defenders away and successfully completing the touchdown.

"Drip drip!"

With the final whistle of the referee, the game was officially declared over.

The Ravens beat the Broncos 53:41 to win the game.

"Although the Ravens won the game, I guess Coach Watt couldn't see it."

Martha looked at the cheering football players and said with some emotion in her heart.

She had already listened to her husband on the phone to tell the general story of what happened, and knew what Coach Watt had done. Although she was very angry at the despicable behavior of the other party, she felt a little complicated when she saw the carnival of the team members in front of her.

"The 200th victory, it is estimated that he can never wait."

Eric said in a light tone: "It's ironic. The person who tried his best to pursue victory was the only person who couldn't witness victory with his own eyes."

......

Kent Farm.

Dinner time.

Jonathan was tasting pasta when he stopped after a few bites, never a fan of pasta.

"I always thought there was no reason why we called pasta 'empty calories'."

Jonathan complained about his wife's pasta, "Look at the sauce, carrots, onions, parsley, minced meat, cheese, tomatoes...I don't think it's basically zero calories. "

"Maybe...it should be called Bolognese."

Facing her husband's complaints, Martha smiled slightly, "Jonathan, are you not Italian? So I don't think your comments about pasta have any reference value."

"uh-huh."

Jonathan nodded thoughtfully, "Like the British can't rate 'Fish Boiled Eggs'? Isn't Chinese people unable to rate 'General Tso's Chicken'? I think Martha, you're on the line between gourmet and gourmet, do It's not a fair move to make a clear distinction."

Jonathan and Martha were discussing the pasta issue, while Eric next to him was doing his best to deal with the roast beef in front of him.

"Clark."

After a few minutes, the couple had finished talking about "spaghetti".

After Jonathan put the plate back in the kitchen, he walked to the table and said to Clark, "Sorry, you didn't get to play today."

Clark was punched by Eric during the day, and he still hasn't reacted from his special emotions.

Guilt? disappointment? reflection? Or outraged?

He didn't know what kind of emotion he had in his heart right now.

He looked up when he heard his father speak to him.

"I thought you were here to make sure I wouldn't hurt anyone."

Clark said with a disappointed expression.

He knew his father had always been negative about his football.

"No, of course not."

Jonathan patted his eldest son on the shoulder. "I went to the court to support my son. Maybe your mother is right. I'm stubborn and rude, and sometimes stubbornly refuse to listen to others' opinions, but I trust you, Clark."

"I have always believed in you, but I always have some fears, I think... as parents, there are some such fears."

Facing the words of his father's open heart, Clark felt a warm current in his heart.

With a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, his concern for his father disappeared at this time, "I said a lot of inappropriate things before, Dad, sorry..."

Listening to the conversation between the father and son, the corners of Martha's mouth rose, "Eric, don't you try pasta?"

......

Late at night, Lex Residence.

Lex Luthor sat on the sofa, flipping through a book with a slightly strange packaging.

"Lex, did you hear what happened at the town school?"

Victoria came in and asked him.

"Sure, you think I don't care about the running of the world other than playing polo, going to parties, and attending charity dinners?"

"Hmm, charity dinner?"

Victoria showed a teasing expression, "I always thought the Luther family was the most scornful of this kind of charity dinner."

"My father thinks..."

Lex closed the book, "Having a lot of wealth is a sign of theocracy, and helping the poor or restricting the rich is an interference with God's will, typical of social Darwinism. My father's thinking is different, I think, the sharpness of class contradictions. And the awakening of social thoughts, if the stubborn refuses to be flexible, then sooner or later will be eliminated by society.”

"Can I understand your criticism of your father?"

Victoria smiled and sat beside him.

"Or a critique of the entire decadent class, I always like to be the one who stirs up disputes."

Lex stood up and poured himself a glass of Sharon champagne, "There was a fire at Smallville High School, and someone is suspected of dying. It's not the first time I've heard of this kind of thing. You can always hear all kinds of bizarre things in this town. things."

"So...that's why you like being in this town?"

"Just part of it."

Lex took a sip of champagne, "I'm not alone, I have friends here too."

"The Kent family?"

Victoria chuckled and picked up Lex's book on the round table, "For example, the author of this 'Cthulhu' is Eric Kent, and he belongs to the Kent family. Is this the latest book?"

"Strictly speaking, this book has not been published, but I got it through a special channel."

Lex explained to Victoria: "As for the Kent family, only Clark and I are barely friends. Clark's parents have a lot of opinions on me because of their insistence on 'no good bamboo shoots', and Eric is the abyss I explore. . As he wrote in this book: The most benevolent place in the world is that the human mind cannot penetrate all of it. And Eric Kent, seems to show in the book a beyond the human mind. The world somehow fits me, so I'm curious..."

"Lex, sometimes it's not a good thing to be curious."

Victoria replied.

"Maybe."

Lex shrugged his shoulders and was about to say something when his phone suddenly rang.

After listening to the other party say a few words, Lex's expression changed.