"Come down for breakfast, David."

Mother Martha's urging call came from downstairs, "You and Clark are running late for school. ”

"Right now, Mother."

The golden sunlight poured into the room through the window in the early morning, and David, who had just finished washing, responded and changed into his pajamas.

With short black hair, deep and three-dimensional facial features, a slender and tall body, and a refined muscle when taken off from clothes, it feels clean and calm, reminiscent of an ancient Greek sculpture standing quietly.

"It's a pity ......"

Coming to the mirror, David shook his palm, and the bones and muscles of the high-density alloy tensed and forced, comparable to the terrifying power of a volcanic eruption surging in his body.

The skin on his body quickly appeared purple, and the stiff lines on his chin appeared like the ravines of the earth, invisibly adding a touch of majesty, and in the mirror, he was like a silent king staring quietly.

"The progress of Thanos's fusion template has been rising, but once I push too hard, the condition of the skin tone is still not improving."

Template Fusion Progress: 81%

After glancing at the progress, when I stopped exerting force, my complexion gradually faded, and I put on my clothes.

With a hint of helplessness on his face, he walked down the stairs to the bottom of the stairs.

"What is this?

Retain a trace of the original flavor, only to know that the fusion is the Thanos template? ”

However, at least he didn't look like Thanos, who was two meters six or seven, with a pair of beanie eyes, and a bare head like a purple potato.

David touched the hair on his head and sighed in his heart.

That kind of strong man's hairstyle, he is only in high school, and he really can't bear it.

Bite!

The crisp sound of a toaster.

In the living room on the first floor, the smell of wheat from toast enters the nose.

Da-da-da-da!

David had just come downstairs when there was a sound of brisk footsteps behind him.

"Good morning, David."

Past his brother, Clarke, who was tall and had a pair of blue eyes, came to the living room, and when he was a little thirsty, he opened the refrigerator casually and looked back, "Would you like to have two sips of milk to refresh yourself?" ”

As he spoke, he took out a large glass bottle of milk and took two sips into the bottle.

Davy raised an eyebrow and walked to the table, ignoring the stupid brother.

"Don't drink like that, Clark."

Mother Martha quickly walked over and snatched the cold milk in her hand.

"Milk that has just been taken out of the fridge tastes better." The future Superman is still just a young man of seventeen or eighteen at the moment, raised his hand and smiled.

"What about our family's upbringing? Clarke. ”

Martha, who had just finished breakfast, said with a headache.

More than ten years have passed, and a few wrinkles have quietly crept up the corners of this mother's eyes.

"Sit down for breakfast, David, you won't be able to catch the bus in a while."

"Good afternoon, two sleepy bugs."

Jonathan, a rough man who had just finished feeding the cows on the farm, came into the house and took off his coat stained with grass and put it on the couch.

He took the milk from his wife's hand, poured two sips very naturally, and commented on the two newborn sons.

The movements and Clark just now are almost carved out of a mold.

"Well, I know where your upbringing went."

Seeing this, Martha covered her forehead.

"I remember after the new sofa, my mother told you to pat yourself outside after feeding the cows in the morning before you went into the house, father."

Taking the bottle from his father's hand and pouring a glass of milk, David took a bite of the hot bread and said unhurriedly.

The living room sofa was stained with some grass from the coat.

"Next time, next time I will definitely remember."

Jonathan, who was used to being rough, looked back at his wife with a slight embarrassment.

At the table, he pulled out a chair and sat down, coughing twice.

"Actually, I think it was a mistake for us to choose this fabric sofa that is not easy to clean at that time.

You know, we live on a farm. ”

"In this Kent family, there is finally someone like me."

The gentle Martha was not angry at the soiling of the sofa, pressed the shoulder of the youngest son who was speaking for her, and raised her eyebrows at the two of them in satisfaction.

Clark touched his forehead to cover his face, and it was undeniable that he was born and raised on a farm, and he usually didn't pay much attention to the hygiene of the house like his father, while his younger brother David was more careful.

"Helplessness +3 from Superman Clark."

Brushing the stream of information in front of him, David didn't lift his eyelids, and took another bite of bread.

I have to say that it is precisely because he grew up with Clark, who is a mobile gold mine, that his Thanos template is fused so quickly and has powers that are unimaginable to ordinary people now.

In terms of time, for the Kent couple, David was the one who came first.

But before arriving on Earth, the Son of Krypton traveled through the universe for a while, and apparently looked older than David, who was only a few days old.

So the son of Krypton became the elder brother, and David became the younger son.

"What are you looking at, Clark?"

Martha sat down to take a sip of milk, and saw her eldest son staring at a note while eating, as if she was in a beautiful dream, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but smile.

"Permission slip."

Clark struggled to put the note away.

"Permission for what?" The movement of picking up the jam knife in his hand paused, and his father Jonathan cast his gaze.

"The school football team has to be selected in the afternoon."

And Clark is in a class at one school, Dave, casually adds.

He didn't say it, but his honest Kryptonian brother would tell the truth to his adoptive parents who loved him.

"Clark ......"

Hearing that it was the selection of the football team, the atmosphere at the dinner table changed a little, and suddenly it was quiet, only David was still eating casually.

The couple looked at each other, and Martha stopped talking.

"What's wrong? Dad, you used to play football on the varsity team, too. ”

Clarkton, who wanted to join the football team, felt bad and looked at the father of the head of the family.

"But you're different, Clark.

We all know that. ”

Jonathan became a little serious, facing his adolescent son, trying to soften his tone.

After carrying the spaceship in a pickup truck and carrying Clark home.

The couple had wondered if the baby they picked up was really an alien?

The appearance is exactly the same as that of an earthling, with no horns on his head, no tail on his back, and no strange skin color.

"You can lift a pickup truck with one hand when you're a kid."

Until one day when Clark was seven years old, he was repairing cars on the farm, and the jack was crooked on its side, and he saw that the car weighing a ton was about to fall down.

On the side, the immature and naïve Clark lifted the car with unimaginable strength, like a plastic dinosaur toy, and moved it aside.

However, Jonathan, who was so shocked that his eyes widened at the time, did not see that his own son on the other side of the car reached out his hand faster.

Clark didn't notice it, either, because something weighing a ton was too light for the two of them.

"On the pitch, I'll try to keep my energy together."

Eye-to-eye with his parents, Clark earnestly promises to control his strength so that he doesn't hurt anyone else, trying to impress his father.

"The charm of sports lies in the ability to confront others and surpass oneself."

At the dinner table, David suddenly pretended to be puzzled: "I don't understand very well, my dear brother ......"

In particular, football, that is, American football, has fierce physical confrontation and requires players to hold the ball and rush around on the field.

"What did you learn about being on the varsity football team?"

Compared with the young Kryptonian son, the earthling's body was almost shattered by touch, and he was afraid that his mind on the court would be all about carefully controlling his strength.

"Father, I promise to be careful."

Listening to his younger brother's mouthful of a dear brother, a sentence made his parents' eyes suspicious, and Clark felt depressed.

It must be because other people's families love their younger son, and their family is abnormally more concerned about the eldest son, and his younger brother always targets him from time to time, saying that it is for his good.

"I know you will, but what if, I mean, if something happens?"

It was because he had played rugby that Jonathan knew that the rugby field was running and colliding all the time.

How can an elephant run wild so that every time it hits the kitten without hurting it?

"I ......"

As always, feeling the seriousness and resoluteness contained in his father's soothing words, Clark was defeated.

It's like this every time, as soon as you open your mouth, it's if, if, if......

In this case, how else can he refute it.

"Father, I've had enough."

The more young Clark thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, and his voice became a little louder with excitement.

"I'm fed up with all activities, so I can only sit in the corner of the campus and read quietly, and I can't do anything.

Obviously I could be a little more popular like everyone else......"