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

"Dr. Hamilton, I read your article, a refreshing theory that meteorites change cell structure."

Eric came over and looked at the ore on the test bench, his tone was still unhurried, "My body has some kind of weird symptoms, I have always wondered whether it was caused by meteorites, so to Dr. There is interest in the research, and if it can be funded, I think ... there will be discoveries that will shock the entire scientific community."

Hearing Eric's words, Hamilton smiled, but quickly moved away.

"I'm glad to hear that, but . . . I don't believe a student can sponsor my experiment."

"Why are you so sure?"

Eric's expression remained the same, still a serious expression.

Although the face was a little young, the aura and expression exuded made Dr. Hamilton subconsciously stunned.

"I have a surplus of money, don't worry, it has nothing to do with my parents. I want to set up an institution to study meteorites, to study the mysteries of meteorites in small towns. And Dr. Hamilton, you are the person I want, I can Fund you and even build a more specialized lab for you, even though all I have now is a high school biology lab."

As Eric said, he picked up a test tube containing a green solution on the experimental bench, "And what you pay is the research results. You get fame, I get benefits, it's a normal transaction, isn't it?"

Hamilton was silent and asked Eric, "Why should I trust you?"

"Then you'd rather sell sightseeing stones here to raise money than try it out? If you figure it out, contact me directly."

After the front foot left the Hamilton warehouse, Eric immediately fell into thinking.

In order to raise funds, the batch of gold and precious metals obtained from the Owl Council can be sold.

So... where is the right place to start?

A name flashed in his mind: Gotham!

Chapter 59 It's not Eric who lost his mind, but you

"What? Are you going to Gotham?"

Mother Martha made a sound of surprise.

"It's just a four-day promotion for a new book, and it's coming to an end soon."

Eric explained to his parents, "Besides, Mr. Anthony from the publishing house will also go to Gotham with me, I think...you and Dad don't have to worry about my safety."

"You've never been this far from home, go somewhere like Gotham."

Mother Martha held Eric's hand, "I know the law and order in that city is not very good, even worse than the law and order in the metropolis. Maybe, Eric, your father can accompany you."

"Although I'm also worried about Eric's safety."

Jonathan is more open. "But I believe he can take good care of himself. If I follow Eric to Gotham, he must be very uncomfortable. Those who dare not take risks have neither mules nor horses, and they are too adventurous. People lose both mules and horses. We worry about the safety of our children, Martha, but we can't overly protect them."

Martha was dissatisfied with her husband's words, "Eric is not yet an adult."

"For ordinary people, it may be underage, but for Eric and Clark, their bar mitzvah has already passed."

"when?"

Martha looked puzzled.

"While they were secretly tasting whisky."

Jonathan said with a smile.

"?"

Martha was full of question marks, "Eric and Clark ever drink?"

"Look, that's how things are sometimes. Martha, we're afraid of our sons being exposed to everything that's bad, afraid of them getting hurt, but sometimes something happens under the hood, just in the process without us knowing it. If we let go They did it, and they grew faster than we thought."

Jonathan said patiently to his wife.

Eric next to him heard his father say that he was drinking, and his expression changed slightly.

Clark was a little aggrieved.

I just took a sip out of curiosity and didn't drink it at all.

At that time, in junior high school, I was completely pitted by Eric.

After dinner, the parents finally came to an agreement that Eric would go to Gotham with the people from the publishing house to promote his new book.

Although Clark was a little envious, he wanted to travel to Gotham.

But when he thought of the attitude of his parents, he immediately died.

Eric sat at the dining table, staring at the dark night outside.

The so-called Gotham book promotion is not made up, the Metropolitan University Press did invite itself to participate in the promotion.

It's just that the location of the promotion is Metropolis, not Gotham.

Eric offered to change the promotional location to Gotham, and he could be responsible for the additional expenses.

This operation surprised the people of the publishing house, but they did not refuse.

So Eric was able to go to Gotham for a fair reason.

As for school leave, Akins will naturally help him.

......

the next day.

On the first day Eric was away from the Kent farm, Clark was inexplicably not used to it.

At breakfast, Eric, who was sitting next to him, was missing, and I felt a little empty in my heart.

So much so that when he was at school, he seemed a little absent-minded.

"Clark, I remember you saying that Eric doesn't like to be in the public eye, I don't know why he went to Gotham again for the new book promotion."

Chloe complained to Clark.

"Generally speaking, it is like this."

Clark nodded. "Unless there's a reason he'd rather show up. As for that reason, sorry, Chloe, I don't know yet."

"You mean that Eric went to Gotham for a reason other than the propaganda book?"

"may be."

After Clark replied, he turned his attention to the bustling crowd in the corridor.

"Why is it so lively today?"

"You do not know?"

Pete looked at the banner hanging in the corridor, "Today is the graduation ring sales day. Although we are not graduates, we can choose a ring that suits our hearts."

As the three of them walked to the stand selling rings, Chloe picked out a ring with rubies on the surface and put it on his hand.

"Looks good, and there's no better way to represent the spirit of this school than a Puff Daddy-style ring."

Chloe looked at the ring on his finger and said to Clark, "Clarke, maybe you can choose one. However, your father may have an opinion on buying something you don't need for 350 yuan."

Clark picked up a ring. "I earned my pocket money myself, I think...I still have the right to dispose of it."

The moment he put the ruby-encrusted ring on his hand, a stream of red energy circulated along his arm to all parts of his body.

The eyes turned a dull blood red, and then disappeared in an instant.

The most primitive desire rose from the bottom of his heart.

Tyranny, selfishness, plundering, playing, controlling... these traits that are contrary to his character, breed in his body.

"Are you all right? Clark."

Pete asked Clark, who had a different expression on his face.

"I'm fine, never been better."

Clark took a deep breath, shook his head, and walked towards Lana at the other end of the corridor.

Pete and Chloe thought Clark was going to say hello to Lana, but they didn't expect the other to go straight to the punk girl beside Lana.

"Hi, I'm Clark, you're... new here? I must say you're so cool in this outfit, cooler than any babes I've ever met!"

Clarke shocked Lana as soon as he spoke.

The person in front of you is the honest and shy Clark, not those who are in love? !

"Jessica, I'm the new transfer student."

The edgy, smoky-looking girl reached out to Clark.

"Smallville High School has strict rules about student clothing, maybe..."

Clark shook hands. "Our rigid headmaster will order you to change."

"I won't change clothes." The girl said directly.

Clark had a look I agreed with, "Of course, the school's dress code is super bad, and they like to tell people what to wear, but they never think about the students."

"thanks!"

Jessica smiled at Clark, "Nice to meet you, Clark, you impress me."

After speaking, he turned around and left with the confused Lana.

Watching the two leave, a smile appeared on Clark's mouth.

"It feels...good."

After watching Lana and Jessica leave, he caught sight of Mr. Atkins walking down the corridor with a book in his hand.

Clark immediately put his eyes on the other side and smacked his lips.

At this time, the student who was playing and playing next to him accidentally bumped into him who was staring at Akins.

Clark, who has a rapid response, grabbed the opponent's collar, lifted the opponent's sturdy body, and slammed into the locker, making a "bang" sound.

"You look like you're trying to cause trouble? Huh?!"

Clarke's eyes flashed fiercely and threatened the other party.

Not far away, Chloe and Pete, who were frightened by Clark's brutal performance, looked at each other with incredible eyes.

Is this Clark?

Why did the other party suddenly look like a different person?

Is it not Eric who is being controlled by Mr. Akins, but Clark? !

Chapter Sixty Bruce Wayne

"Mr. Anthony, I would like you to write a check."

In the hotel, Eric said to Anthony, who was accompanied by the publishing house.

Medium stature, forty or fifty years old, with an aquiline nose and a capable figure, Anthony said suspiciously, "However, the publishing house has paid 30,000 royalties in advance, and the first batch of hardcover books has just started to be sold, although your book Very popular, but we can't..."

"It's not the publishing house, it's me."

Eric explained to the other party, "I will pay for this check, but ... it will be sent to my house in the name of the publishing house."

Anthony nodded and instantly understood what Eric meant.

They were afraid that the Kents would doubt the origin of the money, so they mailed it in the name of the publishing house.

He didn't ask Eric where the money came from, he directly agreed to it.

"How much?"

Anthony asked Eric.

"fifty thousand."

"Well......"

Anthony hesitated, "Although it's a little troublesome, it's not impossible."

"I will mail a check to Kent Farm in the name of the publisher's royalties. And I will write a letter to tell Mr. Kent that because Gotham's new book is selling well, the royalties originally paid for the next quarter will be paid in advance."

Anthony thoughtfully thought out reasons for Eric to deal with his parents' doubts.

His attitude towards Eric has always been respectful. In addition to being his client, he is often influenced by the aura he exudes from his body, so he automatically regards Eric as the dangerous and inescapable ones in his dark works. provoke existence.

After Anthony exited the room, Eric stretched, stood up, walked to the window, and opened the curtains.

A gloomy sky is exposed in sight.

Raindrops are dripping from the dark clouds, and the Gothic buildings stand tall under the clouds.