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

"..."

Clark now regrets it a little.

Why did Eric save himself?

This nasty little brother will definitely sneer at himself.

If I knew earlier that I might as well act dumb and not ask my brother for help.

"Did Whitney do it?"

Seeing Clark lowered his head and didn't speak, Eric stretched out his hand and touched the kryptonite necklace hanging around his neck.

"No, don't touch it, Eric!"

Clark knew that his younger brother had the same physique as himself, and if he touched this green stone, he would become extremely weak.

"This amount of meteorites can't pose a threat to me yet."

The moment he touched the kryptonite, Eric's arm muscles trembled uncontrollably, and his arm was deformed visibly.

Eric's template is "Motherlander", and it stands to reason that he would not be afraid of kryptonite, but since he played the "son of Kryptonian", he would naturally not miss this loophole.

Using "psychological cues", the subconscious mind of "fear of kryptonite" is planted in the mind, so that when the body faces kryptonite, it presents unnatural reactions, such as twitching, spasm, and muscle deformation.

In order to cooperate with his subconscious, when his body was affected by kryptonite and showed an unnatural reaction, he would even release water appropriately to show that his combat power was severely weakened.

Unsurprisingly, in the future, I will have to face a vote of Yin people.

Instead of being exhausted by those people to find weaknesses, it is better to fabricate a false weakness and confuse the enemy.

This is also the reason why Eric is so diligent.

"Is this Lana's necklace?"

Holding the necklace in his hand, Eric ignored the "damage" caused by kryptonite to his body, and looked at Clark with a half-smile, "I didn't expect you to just save Lana's boyfriend, Clark, and the two of you would join forces to make fun of you. Does it count as revenge?"

"Lana didn't know it was Whitney and the guys on the football team."

Clark lost the suppression of kryptonite, regained his strength, ripped off the rope three or two times, jumped off the cross, and took a breath to explain to Eric.

"Really? Do you need me to help you? For example, teach the football team a lesson, let them scrap their careers, or let them experience the taste of 'scarecrow' too."

Eric joked about his cheap brother again.

Of course, it's not all a joke. After all, Clark is his own relative, and he chose Clark as a scarecrow to bully him. The guys on the football team may not have the intention to provoke him.

As an open-minded person, he doesn't like being provoked very much.

"No need! Eric, I can handle my own affairs."

Clark knew his brother's methods and immediately refused.

After calming down, seeing his brother's bare upper body like himself, he asked Eric suspiciously, "Your clothes... what happened just now?"

Just now he saw lightning in the cornfield in the distance, and felt the violent vibration of the air.

"It's nothing, just bumped into a hapless guy similar to you. Clean up your body before you go home. It's hard not to make father and mother think about your appearance."

As soon as the voice fell, Eric started super speed.

"Bang!"

The air fluctuations spread violently outward.

Eric's figure quickly disappeared in front of his eyes.

Standing there for a while, Clark wiped the paint on his chest and sighed dejectedly.

It really made Pete right, and he became the "scarecrow" of this session.

.....

The next day, early in the morning.

At the entrance of Smallville High School, Pete nervously pulled Clark into a corner of no one, glanced left and right, and asked in a low voice, "You mean you became a 'scarecrow' last night?"

"Well, it was Whitney's gang who did it." Clark nodded helplessly.

He didn't want to say it, but Pete, his best friend, kept complaining that he didn't show up with Eric at the appointed place yesterday afternoon.

In order to explain to his friends, he could only say the reason for his no-show.

"Well, I agree with Chloe now."

"what?"

"You shouldn't have stopped Eric from being violent to Whitney yesterday, even though you made me five bucks Clark, I have to say it."

Pete looked like he was fighting for Clark.

"Hey!"

Chloe, a reporter for the Torch, greeted the two.

Chloe, who was carrying a rucksack and holding a coffee cup in one hand, seemed to be in a good mood, "Clark, Pete, I heard another news about the football team. I heard that Coach Watt supported the players to cheat on their midterm exam results, and some players Reporting the results to the school was threatened by Coach Watt."

"Sounds topical." Pete nodded.

"How about the title of this report is "Football Team: Coach Watt's Cheating"?"

"I feel like you should be less dependent on cappuccino."

Clark didn't answer directly, pointing to the coffee cup in Chloe's hand and teasing.

Several people were talking when Chloe's cell phone rang.

The laughing Chloe turned on the phone and was immediately shocked to see the content of the text message above!

"Hey Chloe, what happened?"

Seeing that Chloe's expression was wrong, Pete hurriedly asked her.

"Dan Brown is dead."

"Dan Brown?"

"Dan Brown, the guy on the football team, the guy who threw the football at me yesterday and got 'sweet shot' by Eric, was found murdered in his home this morning!"

Chapter Eleven I'll Stop You

In the evening, Clark returned home with a heavy heart.

"The dealer gets 12.5 points."

"The feed bill is overrun again this month."

Martha and Jonathan are calculating their recent expenses, but the tone of the two should not be very optimistic.

"Add 8.2 to the home loan, and then...the repair of the harvester," said Martha, operating the calculator.

Martha, who had calculated all household expenses, looked helpless at Jonathan.

"The situation this month is more serious than last month."

Eric on the other side was flipping through the newspaper and said without raising his head, "It's fifty-four thousand five hundred and one yuan and thirty-eight cents in total."

After calculating the bills for his parents, Eric looked up and asked Jonathan, "Is it bad?"

"It's worse than expected, it looks like we're going to take a loan."

Jonathan was making coffee and explained to Eric.

"Hey, Dad, Mom, Eric."

Clark, who stood at the door and listened for a while, packed up his mood and greeted a few people.

"Hey, Clark."

Jonathan put the coffee on the table and greeted his eldest son.

"Dad, do we want a loan?"

Clark put down his schoolbag and asked worriedly.

"It seems so."

"However, the interest on the loan will make us..." Clark felt that this was not a good idea.

"Maybe I can help."

He felt that it was his responsibility to solve the difficulties for his parents, "Don't go to high school, directly participate in professional sports competitions, and then become a spokesperson, you can make a lot of money..."

Before Clark finished speaking, he immediately stopped when he saw the strange eyes his parents and Eric were looking at him.

"Well, I just wanted to amuse you guys."

Clark's expression was slightly dismayed.

"Clark, your father and I would like to see your face on the cereal box, but we would prefer that you finish school first."

Martha finds the idea of ​​the eldest son dangerous.

"The same is true of Eric. You two have helped a lot. The amount of work you completed on the farm last quarter was equivalent to seven or eight adults."

Martha looked at Eric, who was beside her, and warned the two of them not to drop out of school.

At the end of the dinner, Clark glanced at Eric with a strange expression and asked him:

"Eric, did you know something happened to the football team?"

"What happened?"

Eric raised his head and asked deliberately pretending to be stupid.

The news of Dan Brown's murder had spread around the school, and Eric naturally knew what he wanted to ask.

"Is it Coach Watt's team?"

Martha was stirring a fruit salad when she heard Clark mention the football team's interest.

"Jonathan was a former student of Coach Watt, and I remember the position was... tailback, right? Jonathan."

"Hmm, tailback at No. 32, but that's not a good memory for me."

Jonathan, apparently not wanting to mention his football years, took a sip of warmed milk and asked Clark, "So, what's wrong with Coach Watt's football team?"

"A member of the team named Dan Brown was unfortunately killed yesterday."

Clark looked at Eric, as if trying to see something in his brother's face.

But to his disappointment, Eric still bowed his head to deal with dinner, and seemed not interested in what he said at all.

"Oh, this is really sad news."

Martha put down the fruit salad in surprise, "Have the police investigated any clues and caught the murderer?"

"Not yet, but I heard that Dan Brown's body has traces of high temperature burns ... electric shock, or burned by some kind of high temperature heat source? The specific details, I heard from Chloe ."

Clark speaks out what he's heard from his buddies.

Heavy topics weighed on dinner at the Kents, and after Martha expressed her condolences to Dan Brown, she quickly moved to the farm.

After dinner, Eric went back to his room.

"Knock knock knock!"

Before he could sit down, there was a knock on the door.

"Eric, it's me."

Clark's voice sounded outside.

"You don't usually come into my room, Clark."

Eric opened the door to let Clark in.

"When was the last time? Let me think about it. You accidentally damaged the school's sports equipment. You didn't have the money to pay it back, and you didn't want your parents to know, so you asked me for help."

Eric pulled a chair from the desk and sat down, facing Clark, "I accidentally broke the more expensive equipment in the sports equipment room this time?"

"It's not about borrowing money, it's about Dan Brown."

Clark's expression was serious, looking directly at Eric, "Dan Brown's death, is it related to you?"

"Why do you ask?"

Eric's eyebrows moved.