"Mr. Kent, long time no see."
On the periphery of the film set, an Asian superhuman wearing attire sponsored by the 'House of Superman' nodded kindly at Shawn.
[Name]: Mark (Blindspot)
[Gender]: Male
[Age]: 18
[Lineage]: compound v Superhuman
[Ability]: Super Hearing LV3, Martial Arts Master LV1, Physical Enhancement LV0
[Evaluation]: City-level, a decent ordinary superhuman with good compatibility; lost his sight but gained enhanced hearing as compensation.
Blindspot, who had just come of age, seemed like a budget version of Black Noir.
With the 'Martial Arts Master' ability as a complement, his other abilities were amplified, making his strength comparable to Supersonic from six months ago.
He was not tall, around 175cm, but beneath his silver-gray hero suit, he hid an aura of toughness.
As the 'House of Superman' continued to grow, it needed necessary strength to protect itself. Supersonic and Gecko were currently working as part-time guards.
Two minors who still needed to attend school were clearly not enough.
Therefore, the 'House of Superman' had previously released a superhero recruitment notice, publicly hiring superhumans to work for them.
After a period of assessment and screening, they finally selected a few superhumans with relatively decent conduct.
Blindspot was one of them, and his abilities were already among the best of the group.
There was no helping it; other, more capable superhumans had either already made a name for themselves or were not very interested in the job opening at the 'House of Superman'.
The development of the 'House of Superman' was currently entering a bottleneck period. To break through, it would require the accumulation of time, or perhaps more public support and callouts from Superman to accelerate the progress.
"Long time no see, Mark."
Shawn looked at the opaque black blindfold over Blindspot's eyes and smiled, saying: "Can I take a close look at how they are filming? I'd also like to get some autographs. You know, I'm a fan of Superman, and this actor looks... um, very distinctive. I want to take a picture as a souvenir!"
"Why not?"
Blindspot was quite talkative. He smiled humorously: "Strictly speaking, you are the owner here, but I suggest waiting until they are free before asking for autographs. They will definitely be happy to cooperate then."
Shawn believed that emotional intelligence depended both on oneself and on what kind of person the other party was.
If you roll your eyes at a blind person, it's never appropriate.
Uh, in front of Blindspot, better change the analogy.
If you try to curry favor with the wrong person, the consequences could be very serious.
"Mr. Kent, can you do me a favor?" Blindspot said softly as he walked into the set.
Shawn asked curiously: "What favor?"
Blindspot scratched his head, a bit shy, and said: "Actually, I'm also a fan of Mr. Superman. Could you please get one for me later too?"
Look at that—who says his emotional intelligence isn't high?
Shawn could responsibly say that the tragic scene of Blindspot getting his ears boxed could be avoided.
He patted the young man's shoulder: "Small matter, I'll give you an authentic one when I get it!"
After saying that, he walked inside without looking back.
"Hey, Alex, how can Mr. Kent be so at ease leaving the children with us? Isn't he afraid of accidents?"
"Matthew, do you know how big the difference is between Superman and superhumans?"
"How big?"
"When we think a few kilometers is a distance, in Superman's eyes, it's no different from being face-to-face."
What kind of people are the Kent family? Don't you have any idea?
Alex was counting for Alexander, who was doing a handstand and lifting weights with his feet, and took a moment to respond to Matthew's ridiculous comment.
He glanced at the 2500kg weight on the barbell, his face calm and emotionless; he was already numb to it.
"Heave Ho!"
Little Alexander was in good form, pushing up with his hands on the ground, his chubby, pink face full of excitement, "Add more, add more!"
"As you wish."
Alex didn't say anything like "be careful." He brought over two 300kg plates from the side and added them on.
Matthew sighed helplessly, "Fine, my worry was unnecessary."
Bored, he sat on the ground, chin in hand, and looked at Benjamin, who was floating in the air, slowly swimming and flickering, and Christopher, who was controlling three falcons to fly and roll back and forth with his mind.
Matthew was extremely envious: "Sigh, sometimes the gap between people is bigger than that between dogs. If only I were Mr. Kent's child, that would be great!"
Alex couldn't help but roll his eyes: "You're even bolder than me."
Matthew asked curiously: "Yo, brother, what are you thinking?"
Alex: "It would be nice if I were their cousin or something."
Trying to get ahead of him, are you?
Matthew replied mercilessly: "Keep dreaming!"
"It's not impossible." A cute voice sounded.
Both of them looked over in unison.
On the other side, little Christopher, who had been focused on the falcons in the sky, suddenly turned his head.
He counted on his fingers and said in a milky voice: "When my abilities are perfected in the future, I can try to pull your souls out and find another body for you."
"..."
Are you a devil?!
Matthew shuddered violently and quickly waved his hand: "Thanks, but no thanks. I'm quite satisfied with my current body, I don't want to experience the feeling of soul and body separation."
Little Christopher shifted his gaze: "What about you?"
"Heh, hehe~" Alex laughed very awkwardly: "I don't really need it either. Mainly, I feel like I still have potential to tap into."
Little Christopher was disappointed: "That's a real pity."
Little Christopher thought to himself that these two incompetent big brothers might just be too shy to admit it, but in their hearts, they actually agreed a little.
However, because of his parents' upbringing, he resisted the urge to probe their minds.
'Whoosh~!'
Little Benjamin flickered and accurately sat on Alex's shoulder. He held onto Supersonic's hair and looked at Gecko, "Hungry, want milk!"
The three children's verbal expression was becoming clearer and clearer.
"OK."
Matthew, as if granted amnesty, immediately climbed up: "Wait here, I'll go mix it for you."
He skillfully found the milk powder can and poured five times the amount for a normal toddler into a specially made giant baby bottle.
After shaking it well, he gave it to the three little ones.
"Smack, smack, smack~!"
"Smack, smack, smack~!"
"Smack, smack, smack~!"
Watching the children sitting side by side, hugging the big baby bottles and happily eating.
Matthew and Alex looked at each other with mixed emotions—joy, loss, and perhaps a hint of beautiful anticipation for the future.
Alex rarely let his guard down, murmuring: "Only when it's mealtime can I feel like I'm of some use. But that's fine. Mr. and Mrs. Kent entrusting the children to us might just be for us to do these little things."
"I can understand you."
Speaking of Mrs. Kent, Matthew was a bit curious: "Come to think of it, we came here today to get our patch upgrade, but Mr. Kent said the Madam went out during the day and doesn't know when she'll be back."
"It's not like a day or two matters."
Alex: "I didn't expect Mrs. Kent to be so strong. Honestly, the way she usually takes care of the children made me think she was an ordinary Earthling for a while."
"Is it okay to say that?"
Matthew chuckled: "Did you forget? Mr. Kent can hear us!"
"..."
Actually, even if the Kent family were truly aliens, they wouldn't feel strange.
They had gradually become numb to it through daily interaction.
Although they didn't intend to pry, they vaguely felt that the three little brats of the Kent family seemed to have inherited their Superpowers...
The three boys finished their milk. Matthew put away the big bottles and was just about to discuss with Alex how to proceed with the babysitting work.
Just then, the program playing on the screen suddenly interrupted with a live news broadcast.
"We are now broadcasting an emergency news report, we are now broadcasting an emergency news report..."
An image popped up.
"The AmericaFBI, in conjunction with Vought International, has launched an operation against a terrorist organization that appeared on the border of New Mexico. The organization is composed entirely of superhumans. However, this clearly cannot stump The Seven members Queen Maeve and Translucent..."
"Audience friends, the live feed from the scene has been interrupted. What is being presented now is real-time mobile phone footage. Queen Maeve is encountering unprecedented resistance. The leader of the terrorist organization seems to have exceptionally strong power. We haven't seen Translucent appear. Is he in danger?"
"Queen Maeve and the leader who manipulates lightning have engaged in a sustained battle. The dilapidated warehouse looks like it's about to collapse. Oh, my God! A new superhero has appeared in the air!"
"A female superhero. The costume looks a bit familiar. Who is she?"
"Her name is Supergirl, audience friends. She has rushed into the warehouse!!!"
Matthew and Alex looked at the blurry image on the screen, completely stunned.
"This must be Mrs. Kent, right?"
Because of the 'Bio-field', they couldn't identify who the woman with the vastly different temperament on TV really was.
But that iconic dark blue costume with the red cape, and the inherited fighting style, were just too familiar.
Was the opponent Queen Maeve, or that powerful leader of the terrorist organization?
The two looked at each other, unable to believe that Mrs. Kent had quietly gone so far away to punish evil and promote good.
The scene of fighting the supervillains looked like a pile of ruins, extremely messy, and the scene was too shocking.
"This is so cool." Matthew's eyes lit up.
Alex was infinitely respectful: "We can wait longer for the serum or whatever. It's fine."
The two watched the intense battle on the screen, almost without blinking.
Meanwhile, at the Kent Farm film set, Blindspot Mark got his wish and received an autographed photo of 'the genuine Superman'.
He couldn't see the handwriting on it, but since Mr. Kent gave it to him, he assumed it couldn't be fake.
"Thank you, sir."
The newly adult Mark tucked the autograph close to his body and said happily: "Although my current task is to protect the safety of the collaborators, I will also help you keep an eye on them, sir, and not let them cause trouble on the farm."
This was also a kind and shy kid.
"Work hard, I have to go now."
Shawn patted his shoulder and then left the farm area without looking back.
"Did something happen?"
Mark felt his slightly hurried footsteps and muttered to himself with some confusion: "Mr. Kent seems to be in a hurry to get home."
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