Smallville High School.
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As the prom day approached, the restless youthful hormones of high school students also became agitated.
This could be felt from the increasing number of couples at the school gate and the quantity of private cars parked.
Clark Kent, who would later become the leader of the Justice League—Superman—was walking out of the school gate with his backpack, looking dejected.
He was still quite bothered by his defeat in the American football tryouts.
If he had used his strength, he could have easily won.
But his father had always warned him to be cautious with his power in front of ordinary people, which led to him not unleashing his full strength, resulting in his defeat and becoming the laughingstock of the football team.
Clark, in an extremely bad mood, had only taken two steps out of the school gate when he saw the girl he liked standing there, laughing and talking with her classmates.
At this moment, as a high school student experiencing his first crush, Clark immediately found himself unable to move.
He stared blankly for two seconds, waiting until the girl named Lana greeted her boyfriend, before Clarkreluctantly walked away.
His dejected gaze unintentionally fell upon the cover of the book he was holding.
It was his favorite collection of Nietzsche's poems.
A sentence on the cover made him somewhat lost in thought.
"Man can control his actions, but not his feelings, for feelings are fickle."
Reading the words on the cover, he felt somewhat relieved.
Yes, he could control his strength, but he couldn't control his feelings when he met Lana.
Indeed, feelings were even more unpredictable and uncontrollable than actions.
"Hey! Clark! The school bus is about to leave, aren't you getting on?"
On the school bus, Clark's classmate leaned out of the window and shouted at him.
"Sorry, coming right away!"
Clark made an apologetic gesture to his classmate and quickly rushed towards the school bus.
Under the disdainful gaze of the impatient school bus driver, he finally got on the bus just before it started.
The moment he stepped onto the school bus, distracted by thoughts of Lana, he accidentally tripped and fell, causing a burst of laughter from the other high school students inside the bus.
"Sorry! Mr. Hanks."
Clark apologized to the driver while scrambling to his feet and walking towards the back of the school bus.
He finally sat down next to a high school student with messy hair, distinct facial features, and a somewhat handsome appearance.
"Hey, Eric, how was school today? My dad told me you were busy with yesterday's English report until one in the morning."
Clark asked the other person.
"Sorry, Clark, I'm not in a good mood. Maybe you can go play nerd games with Pete and them."
Eric, with golden messy hair, one hand supporting his head, looking expressionlessly out the window, said in a tone devoid of emotion.
Eric, who was Zhang Tong, felt an inexplicable annoyance towards Clark, his nominal older brother.
This guy… relying on being the older brother, always came up to him for no reason.
Clark Kent, as the notorious "loser" of the campus, don't you know how unpopular you are?!
If Eric could go back to when he was a baby, he would definitely try every means to make the Kent couple acknowledge him as the older brother.
Yes, sixteen years had passed since the Kent couple found Zhang Tong and Superman.
The found Zhang Tong was named Eric Kent by the Kent couple, and Superman was named Clark Kent.
Because both were found near the spaceship, the couple subconsciously assumed the two infants were brothers.
And because Zhang Tong was inside the spaceship cabin, and Superman was pushed outside the spaceship cabin by Zhang Tong, Jonathan and Marthabelieved Zhang Tong was the favored, protected one, and thus should be the younger brother.
Thus, Zhang Tong, who was Eric, tragically became Superman's younger brother.
This year, Eric and Superman entered high school together.
Clark's Kryptonian powers began to awaken.
His strength gradually increased, and his speed became far beyond that of ordinary people!
Compared to Clark, Eric's changes were even more astonishing to the Kent couple.
Since Eric's "Homelander Template" inside him had been unsealed to 70% completion, he had inherited all of Homelander's superpowers—super strength, Heat Vision, X-ray vision, and unparalleled speed—except for the ability to fly.
Of course, the power might not be as formidable as Homelander's at his peak.
Even so, it still astonished the Kent couple!
Compared to the less talented, honest, and dutiful Clark, they were more worried about their taciturn, cold-faced, sharp-tongued, and exceptionally gifted younger son.
Yes, because Eric had displayed extraordinary strength and wisdom far beyond his peers at a very young age, Clark, who had always kept a low profile and only recently began to awaken his powers, became the embodiment of lack of talent in their eyes.
If they knew that their older son was the "God of Man" and their younger son was merely the "Scum of Man" in Kryptonian disguise, who knows what their expressions would be.
However, there was one thing that made Eric very proud: he could now beat up Superman, who had not yet fully awakened.
And as the younger brother, the other party would absolutely not dare to fight back.
"Alright."
Listening to Eric's sarcasm, Clark said no more and began to tidy up the books that had been scattered on the floor.
Because he understood his younger brother's temper, he didn't get angry.
He just thought his younger brother must have been criticized by the teacher today for staying up late.
"Hey! Clark, can I ask you for something?"
A few ill-intentioned high school students sitting at the front of the school bus suddenly spoke to Clark.
"What?"
Clark looked up in surprise.
"Can you change your clothes next time? Not only are they outdated, but they also smell like cow dung."
The short, sturdy high school student with a freckled face held a paper bag containing soda in one hand and spoke to Clark with an ill-intentioned look.
As soon as he finished speaking, the unruly high school students sitting around him burst into laughter.
"Clark's clothes are outdated and smell like cow dung because he's a bumpkin who grew up on a farm.
Kent Farm, haha, of course it's the home of cow dung! Clark's parents are farmers who love to spread cow dung the most!"
Some unruly students around them started jeering, and their words became increasingly unpleasant.
An expression of anger appeared on Clark's face, but then his expression turned to fear as he looked at his younger brother sitting to his left.
He knew that in his younger brother's heart, their parents were absolutely not a word that could be insulted!
Those guys were going to anger Eric!
Sure enough, Eric, who had been expressionlessly pretending to be a statue, had crimson light flickering in his eyes.
The next second!
Bang!
The paper bag in the short, sturdy high school student's hand exploded violently.
Accompanied by a strong air current, the paper bag was completely torn to shreds by the exploding soda.
The entire compartment was filled with fluttering paper scraps and splashing soda foam.
The driver, who was driving the school bus onto the bridge, was startled, and the steering wheel was sharply pulled to the left.
The school bus immediately turned left and crashed into the bridge guardrail.
The dilapidated guardrail was shattered by the high-speed school bus!
Boom!
The car, having broken through the guardrail, slammed into the water.
The splashing water shot skyward!