Clark suddenly poured out the feelings he had been suppressing for a long time, and the couple didn't know what to say to comfort him.
"Son..."
This topic had been lingering in the family for a long time. They hoped their son would hide himself, not wanting the government to suddenly show up one day and take their son away.
But as teenagers, they craved attention on campus. Having gone through that stage themselves, they understood the feeling.
"I'm done eating, I'm leaving now."
The atmosphere at the dinner table was heavy. David wasn't very interested in this old, oft-repeated topic in the family. His ears twitched as he looked out the window, as if nothing was wrong. He got up, grabbed his backpack, and left.
"From Clark: Excitement +9, Low spirits +7..."
He had gained another large wave of emotional points from his 'dear brother.'
Hiss!
David had just walked outside the farm.
Right on time, the school bus stopped in front of him.
"Hi, David."
As he boarded the school bus, David saw the students inside, boys and girls, laughing and chatting, their faces filled with the youth and vitality of high school students. A few of them greeted him.
He nodded in response and found a seat in the back.
David turned his head and leisurely gazed at the scenery outside the window.
The sky was a clear azure, white clouds drifted by like cotton balls, and the green grass stretched endlessly, connecting to the dense forest in the distance, bringing a sense of peace to his heart.
This rural town in Kansas named Smallville, if it had any advantage, it might be that due to its remoteness and backwardness, most of its natural scenery had been preserved, and the air was fresh.
The school bus briefly stopped and then started again.
"Where's Clark? David," a clear and lively female voice came from another seat, tinged with curiosity.
Although the two brothers didn't spend all day together, one of them wouldn't be missing when they went to school in the morning.
"In the back." David said casually, knowing who it was without looking back.
Chloe, with her short blonde hair, fair complexion, and a habit of squinting and showing her fangs when she smiled, was quirky and cute. She loved to investigate and uncover all sorts of strange and interesting things, and she was the reporter and editor-in-chief of the school newspaper.
She sat on her seat, looking towards the Kent family farm, wondering what had happened.
"It's nothing unusual for a teenager to bicker with their parents. You won't be interested," David said with a hint of boredom in his tone.
"Here we go again, don't act like an adult, David."
Hearing this, Pete, a black kid sitting next to Chloe, who was slightly shorter and looked rather comical, winked at David and chuckled.
"It makes you seem like you don't fit in. Girls don't like that type."
On campus, the Kent brothers were known for their dislike of activities. Clark presented himself as tall and strong but was shy, reserved, and inarticulate, like an honest ox.
In other people's impressions, David preferred to be alone, disliked interacting with others, and had a somewhat reclusive personality with a hint of mystery.
"It seems Clark isn't catching the school bus today."
Chloe turned her head back and chimed in playfully.
"If you weren't born on a farm, rumors would have already spread around school that you were born in the Renaissance era and lived alone in a castle like a vampire."
David and Chloe knew each other well, mainly because they were among Clark's few close friends, and they got acquainted through mutual interactions.
Looking out the window, David remained noncommittal.
Having lived again, even though his body was affected by various hormones, he still had some of the mindset of adolescence, but it was definitely different from impulsive teenagers.
Take his Kryptonian brother, Clark, for example.
Kryptonians have teenage years too.
He sighed inwardly and shifted his gaze to the front seats of the school bus, where a couple was talking and laughing, their gestures intimate.
Lana Lang, with her smooth black hair and slightly upturned nose, was beautiful and pretty. She was the captain of the cheerleading squad. Although not the overtly fiery type, she was admired and secretly loved by countless men at school.
And her handsome blonde boyfriend—
"It's not surprising at all that the star-like captain of the football team and the captain of the cheerleading squad are dating," he thought to himself.
"Honestly, if Clark, who gets shy talking to girls, could snatch Lana away from Whitney, I'd have the headline for the next issue of the Torch newspaper."
Seeing David's gaze, Chloe giggled, "But we all know that's impossible."
Having a crush on someone is usually hard to hide. Chloe and Pete, as his friends who were close to him, had all noticed Clark's crush on Lana, even if they didn't say it.
After all, if a boy was often distracted looking at a certain girl both in and out of class, and became nervous and clumsy whenever he spoke to her, what else could be the reason?
As family who had grown up together for over a decade, if Clark truly loved football, David would support him.
"It's a pity that the young Superman's head is clouded by hormones."
Clark wanted to join the football team, to play in the bumper cars, mainly because Lana's boyfriend, Whitney, was the captain of the football team.
"He wants to follow suit, make a splash on the football field, and win the attention and gaze of the girl he has a crush on."
So young...
David shook his head inwardly.
"It looks like Clark's plan to join the football team is out the window, right, assuming nothing unexpected happens?"
Suppressing a giggle at Clark's pathetic crush, Pete, now serious, glanced around and leaned in, lowering his voice to ask.
"David, what about you?"
"I've already said I don't plan to join the football team."
He had no interest in carefully controlling his strength and playing house with the generally rude, arrogant, gorilla-like members of the football team at school.
"But this is the only way." A flicker of fear appeared in Pete's eyes.
"What way?" Chloe asked, confused. "Pete, why are you suddenly speaking so quietly?"
As if they were thieves, afraid of being discovered.
"What are you guys talking about?"
"You wouldn't know, Chloe, you're a girl."
Pete stole a glance at the football players roughhousing a few rows ahead, as if afraid they might turn around at any moment. He swallowed nervously.
"We don't want to become unlucky scarecrows."
"Scarecrows?"
"It's a tradition for the school football team. Before a big game, the team will paint a Smallville 'S' on someone's chest and then hang him up like a scarecrow."
David explained with a smile.
It was like a ritual to boost morale before an army went into battle.
A group of guys who were bold and reckless due to their youth.
"It seems I've underestimated the savagery of the football players," Chloe frowned, her expression unreadable.
"That's why Clark and I want to join the school team, even if it's just to watch their clothes or hand them water. They won't mess with their own people," said Pete, a short Black kid.
He cast a look at David, wanting to remind and persuade him.
"You can still smile, David.
If Clark doesn't get through, the target this time could very well be one of you brothers."
This wasn't just idle talk.
American campuses were like this; students excelling in sports were the focal points of attention, while bookworms, no matter how smart, were still just bookworms and would be the first to be bullied.
A pair of 'nerdy' brothers, born on a farm and with excellent grades, had quite a reputation on campus.
"You know.
Clark's situation might lead Whitney to target you, Clark's brother."
"Stupid Clark."
Mentioning this, David secretly rolled his eyes.
Clark thought his crush on Lana was well-hidden, but in reality, anyone who had interacted with them could see it, including Lana's boyfriend.
Although the young Superman appeared dull, shy, and inarticulate to outsiders, the most unpopular type of guy, his tall and strong physique, coupled with his handsome looks, still made him a huge threat.
"Especially since Lana, even with a boyfriend, still has a subtly different attitude towards Clark than towards others."
With the risk of his horns growing, how could Whitney, accustomed to being a star on campus, not be consumed by jealousy?
Meanwhile, Pete was quietly persuading David to join the football team.
Whitney, chatting with his girlfriend, either by chance or vaguely hearing his name.
He laughed as he glanced back, his gaze lingering on David, coldness appearing in his eyes without any attempt to hide it, before he turned back.
"He's really going to come after me?"
Seeing this, David raised an eyebrow, stunned.
Should he be scared now?
"At seventeen, with the body of a Thanatos, I'm afraid of peer violence?"
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