Mike hadn't participated in the school sports day for a long time, but watching the children gallop on the field, it seemed that he felt like he was back in his youth......

"Dad, what do you want?"

Clark nudged Mike.

The corner of Mike's eyes jumped, and he said, "I wonder if I want to add some deep memories to your childhood." ”

Clark felt an inexplicable chill in his heart, and then said, "Uncle Hank, they are already here, should we rehearse?" ”

Pointing to the participating families in the distance, he said, "I heard that they have been rehearsing for a long time. ”

"What is there to rehearse for this?"

Mike said nonchalantly: "If I use a little force, we will win!" ”

"That's right!"

As he spoke, Hank Pym walked over with Hope and nodded to Mike.

He likes that confidence.

"By the way, don't you still have to participate in the men's and women's relay runs? Go ahead and prepare. ”

Mike nudged Clarke.

Hank said, "We'll cheer you on!" ”

"Who is rare, come on!" The corners of Hope's mouth couldn't help but curl, and he dragged Clark past him and left quickly.

Mike: "Young ......"

Hank: "That's good......"

The two looked at each other.

"Hahaha!"

"What about the two boys?"

Hank Pym asked curiously.

Mike stretched out his hand and pointed to the class where the two of them were, and said, "They're class activities, don't worry about them." ”

Hank Pym nodded and said, "I remember that before the relay race, Clark also had a tug-of-war competition based on the class, did Clark participate?" ”

"Uh...... Yes! ”

"Then let's go refuel."

"Actually, you don't need ......"

"Let's go, don't be shy, you're his father!"

Hank Pym patted Mike and walked towards the tug-of-war area.

Mike covered his face and followed.

He also specially explained to Clark in the morning that the tug-of-war should not be too hard.

The tug-of-war competition was in full swing, the children followed the slogan, with the strength of feeding, desperately leaning back on their bodies, and the audience shouted hoarsely, as if they wanted to lend their strength to the children of the tug-of-war.

Mike: ヽ(ー_ー)ノ。

It's very calm.

Finally, it was Clark's turn to be in their class.

Mike started to get nervous.

Hank Pym smiled and comforted, "Don't be nervous, even if you lose, it's nothing." ”

You don't understand!

Mike shook his head.

It's game on!

As soon as the whistle blew, the parents as spectators roared hysterically, as if they wanted to add some buffs to their children, but Mike nervously shouted, "Take it easy, son!" ”

A strange person was mixed in with the cheering of Qi Bwang, and the parents looked at Mike and tortured their eyes.

Hank Pym touched Mike with his elbow.

Mike glanced at everyone and said, "What do you see, haven't you seen it, come on!" ”

"That's the one who came on!"

One parent muttered.

You know a!

Mike swept over fiercely, and the patriarch shook his body, turned his head and continued to work hard.

The two sides of the tug-of-war were a little stalemate, and Clarke, who was paddling, carefully controlled his strength.

It's much harder for him to control and keep this going than it is to win this fight.

"A little force, a little force, Clark!"

Everyone looked at Mike.

It's this outlier again.

Mike didn't care, and focused all his attention on Clark, for fear that Clark would use too much force and throw the children out of the way.

Clark breathed a sigh of relief, and with a gentle pull of one hand, he pulled his opponent across the line.

"Oooh!"

"Great! My son is amazing! ”

"Awesome!"

Amid the cheers, Mike breathed a sigh of relief.

Well done!

Clarke's grip on his power grew stronger.

Mike winked at Clark, Clark gave Mike a thumbs up, and father and son smiled tacitly.

There is no need to look at the results anymore.

Sure enough, after a few rounds, Clark's class won the final victory.

Hank Pym looked at Clark who was sweating profusely and said, "Good job, young man!" ”

This kid has made a lot of efforts, so it's okay to run in a relay for a while, right?

He was a little worried.

Clark smiled at it.

Mike patted Clark on the shoulder: "Huh...... Well done. ”

"I'm going to get ready for the game."

Clark spoke, and turned to leave.

"Let's go, let's go to the audience!"

Pickham trotted over.

Looking at Pickham's back, Mike couldn't help but shake his head.

This is my father.

After waiting for about half an hour, when the sprint race was over, it was finally the turn of the men's and women's 300x2 relay runs.

"Come on! Hope! Clarke! ”

Hank Pym screamed loudly, his excitement even more exciting than when he was Ant-Man inside the enemy.

On the other hand, Mike ......

ヽ(ー_ー)ノ

Still calm.

As long as Hope doesn't hand over the baton to Clark after the other team reaches the finish line, there will be no suspense in this race.

Of course, there was no way that Mike and Clark would have done that.

"Look, that's my son! Isn't it handsome, isn't it very robust! ”

A pair of black parents standing next to Mike saw that Mike didn't cheer, thinking that Mike was coming to watch the game, and excitedly introduced their son to Mike.

A sturdy black boy.

Mike nodded indifferently.

Thinking that Mike was very optimistic about his son, the black parents immediately smiled kindly at Mike.

Bang!

Flare gunshots.

As the girls who started the race, they ran out in an instant.

"Hope! Come on! ”

Hank Pym was still quietly roaring at first, but when he saw Hope rushing forward and doing his best for victory, he couldn't help but stand up and cheer up loudly.

Hawkers, when it comes to his daughter, he doesn't look like a superhero, a tech tycoon, or a billionaire at all.

Finally, Hope handed over the baton in the second, and at the moment of the handover, Clark rushed out and kept biting the first place.

Seeing this, Mike breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not too exaggerated, it's not bad.

But at this moment, the black couple next to him shouted, "Baby, get rid of that little black-haired cub!" ”

Little cubs?

Mike froze.

"Look at that kid is a sissy, kill him for me, Piggy!"

Sissy?

Mike's eyes lit up with coldness.

"He only deserves to kiss your ass!"

I can't bear it!

Mike angrily pushed the two away and shouted at Clark, "Clark! Give me a little more than that kid and show a little bit of strength! Don't let him lose too hard! ”

The black couple glared at Mike, and that's when they realized that Mike was an enemy.

"Baby! Kill him! ”

The two of them shoved Mike and yelled at the top of their throats.

Mike pressed their heads and shouted to Clark, "Rush! ”