The next day, early morning.
Peter received a call from the Smallville Elementary School at the farm.
"Dad, what's wrong?"
After Peter hung up the phone, Mark rubbed his eyes and asked curiously.
Last night's flight training had left him a bit dispirited.
"The school bus was in an accident; the car's coolant fell out, so you won't be able to take the bus to school for the next few days."
Mark nodded, "Alright, actually, I don't need to take the school bus anyway. I can run faster than the bus."
"Running to school is a good way to exercise, but next time..."
Peter placed the toast on Mark's plate and wiggled his eyebrows, "You can't just run and then fly, John."
"I know, Dad."
Mark picked up the toast with a bitter expression.
Last night's special training ultimately ended in failure; he still hadn't found that feeling of flight.
This made him start to wonder if he would never be able to fly again.
"Dad, the school bus accident, was anyone injured?"
Mark suppressed his worries and asked about the school bus accident.
"Probably not."
"That's a bit of a shame."
Peter: "?"
He suspected this kid was asking for a beating; how could he say something so inappropriate?
Seeing Peter's unfriendly gaze, Mark's heart immediately skipped a beat, and he quickly explained, "I mean, Dad, Ms. Rachel must feel it's a shame. She's always longed for normal patients."
"Who is Rachel?"
"Rachel is the Doctor at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. She said the school's St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries only has two types of abnormal patients."
Mark told Peter about Doctor Rachel's complaints that he had overheard with his super hearing.
Peter asked with interest, "Uh huh, which two?"
"One type is athletes who want to play with bruises, myositis, and other ailments. They just don't want to sit on the bench, not even caring how much danger it might bring to their careers later."
Mark bit into his bread and continued, "The other type is girls with various 'difficult-to-treat illnesses'. Before various exams, they come very frequently. Before the final exams start, they'll say they have otitis media or pneumonia, with bronchitis being the last resort."
"The teachers for the exams are all cunning. After getting sick, they can take easier make-up exams. If the students know the exam will be multiple-choice instead of an essay, their illnesses usually get even more severe."
Mark had never been sick, so he didn't understand the relationship between illness and exams.
He asked Peter curiously, "Dad, can getting sick really help you avoid exams?"
Peter fell silent upon hearing this.
Is this trick so popular in the United States too?
Shaking his head, he decided to nip Mark's dangerous thoughts in the bud.
"No, it's shameful to use such improper means, John."
Mark nodded in understanding.
He said in a serious tone, "If I encounter an exam I don't know how to do, Dad, my eyes can see other people's answers, so I won't pretend to be sick."
Peter: "?!"
He glanced at Mark's backside, which was asking for a spanking. It seemed this kid had done such things more than once.
Your cheating is even more shameful than those who fake illness!
Mark, whose backside had been spanked a few times by Peter, prepared to drive the cows into the Barn with a bitter face.
"Come on, cows, let's go."
He drove the cow at the very front, but it completely ignored him.
"Into the Barn, cows, hurry up, it's time to go!"
He patted the cow's backside, but it still didn't move an inch.
Helpless, Mark put his hands on his hips, a bit at a loss for what to do.
Maybe a little superpower could help.
Mark suddenly came up with an idea.
He walked over to the cow, reached out, and hugged it.
"Moo!"
The cow, which was eating grass, suddenly felt its body lose balance and was then lifted into the air.
Mark carried the cow and walked out of the Barn.
"Thump! Thump!"
Heavy footsteps pounded on the ground.
Just as Mark was feeling proud of his cleverness, the cow's milk directly sprayed onto his face.
Suddenly attacked, Mark was instantly stunned.
Subconsciously, he stuck out his tongue and licked the milk on his face.
A look of surprise, disbelief, and a hint of excitement appeared on his face.
"John?"
Hearing Peter's voice, Mark immediately recovered from his daze, quickly put the cow on the ground, and pretended as if nothing had happened.
When Peter came out, he looked at the milk on Mark's face, then at the cow on the ground.
With a suspicious gaze, Peter scrutinized his face and asked him, "Are you alright, John?"
This brat wouldn't have done something perverted, would he?
Why did the scene before him feel strangely familiar?
"I'm fine, Dad."
Mark looked at Peter nervously.
"Uh huh, you should go to school."
"Alright, Dad."
Mark, as if granted a great pardon, immediately fled the farm at the fastest speed.
Peter watched Mark's retreating figure and began to ponder.
It seems that from now on, tasks involving cows cannot be given to this kid.
Smallville Elementary School.
Mark and Clark Patrick Kent put their backpacks into their lockers.
"Mark, have you heard about the alien spacecraft?"
"No, I'm not interested."
Mark shook his head; what he was more concerned about now was how he was going to fly.
"They say the blurry Shadow that fell from the sky was an extraterrestrial being."
Clark Patrick Kent was clearly interested in such sci-fi stories. "Someone in class is planning to form a science club to explore and investigate this kind of thing."
"And recently, people in town have been saying they've lost their poultry and livestock."
Clark Patrick Kent turned around and said excitedly, "Maybe aliens really do exist in this World, John. Didn't science exploration shows say that many cattle mutilation incidents are related to aliens?"
Mark, annoyed by what he was saying, slammed the locker door shut with a "bang" and turned to Clark Patrick Kent, saying, "There are no aliens in this World. I'd rather believe Vampires exist than aliens."
Mark scoffed at Clark Patrick Kent's "alien theory."
Being fond of horror movies, he believed in Vampires more than aliens.
Clark Patrick Kent watched Mark leave and let out a frustrated sigh.
It seems he couldn't drag Mark into investigating aliens anymore.
Afternoon.
After school.
Clark Patrick Kent stayed at school for a while longer out of curiosity about the science club.
By the time he left school, Mark had already left.
"Alright, without the school bus, I can run home with a clear conscience."
Clark Patrick Kent muttered to himself as he walked forward.
After a few steps, he heard a commotion coming from a nearby parking lot.
He curiously walked two steps forward and found that it was older students bullying a classmate wearing a baseball cap.
Clark Patrick Kent remembered his name was Adrian.
The tall and burly older student punched Adrian in the face.
With a "thump," Adrian hit the wall behind him.
He cried out, covering his mouth with both hands, blood gushing from between his fingers.
Another older student kicked him in the abdomen with his shoe, sending him a step backward.
Seeing this, Clark Patrick Kent couldn't help but step out to stop them, "Hey, stop!"
The three older students turned to look at the suddenly appearing Clark Patrick Kent and exchanged glances.
"Who the hell are you?! This dead faggot's accomplice?"
"I'm his classmate."
Clark Patrick Kent walked over, bravely shielded Adrian behind him, and glared at them with angry eyes.
"I am Clark Patrick Kent."
"I don't know you, brat, but if you don't want to end up like him, get lost."
The tall and burly student leading them, wearing two large rings on his hand, threatened Clark Patrick Kent.
"No!"
Clark Patrick Kent said in a firm tone, "You cannot hurt him!"