American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!.

Chapter 163: Star-Lord’s defense is broken, I hate sandwiches!
"Clark? Are you okay?"

Azu looked at Clark lying in the mud in shock.

Star-Lord hurried over and helped up the dazed Clark.

Peter heard the voice and opened the door and walked out, "What's wrong? Clark."

Clark wiped the mud off his face and said in confusion: "I don't know."

He felt as if something was wrong with his body.

I felt exhausted all over, and it seemed as if all the strength had drained away from my body.

Even though A-Zu threw the football at me just now with great force, I would have no problem catching it under normal circumstances.

"Star-Lord, go inside and get some clothes."

Peter asked Star-Lord to go into the house and get a piece of clothing for Clark to change into.

"Okay, Dad."

In the living room, Clark changed his clothes, but he still felt a little cold.

"Are you okay? Clark, what happened?"

Peter frowned and asked Clark, who was obviously not in his normal state.

"I don't know."

Clark's thoughts were a little confused. "I just saved someone. Maybe... maybe it has something to do with lightning."

Ah Zu asked him puzzledly: "What lightning? Who did you save?"

"Eric, he was standing on the bridge, and I grabbed him, and then - the lightning struck us."

Clark told several people what had just happened.

"It feels...very strange, it's never happened to me before."

Clark held out his hand and looked at his palm. "Like. Like I'm sick."

Peter comforted him, "You've experienced this before. Clark, your super powers failed during the last solar sunspot activity. It may be the same this time."

Clark raised his head and asked Peter with a worried look on his face: "Godfather, am I really sick?"

"No, Clark, there's just something wrong with you."

Clark: Isn't that different?

Seeing Clark's depressed expression, Peter comforted him: "You just need to rest for a while, maybe you will be fine tomorrow."

The next day.

Smallwell High School.

Clark, who was out of breath after running a few laps, was ready to talk to Eric.

"Hey, Eric."

"Hi Clark!"

Eric looked very energetic, "Thank you for saving me. If it weren't for you, I would have really fallen down."

Clark looked at the other person and asked tentatively: "Are you feeling okay since yesterday?"

"great."

"Is there anything unusual?"

Eric looked at him in surprise, "Should I have?"

"No, I'm just I'm just glad you're okay."

Clark changed the subject, "I'm glad to see you're okay. See you later."

He said hello and prepared to leave.

But he was soon stopped by the other party.

"Hey, Clark."

Eric pointed at his nose and said, "You have a nosebleed."

Clark touched his nose with his hand and found that it was covered with blood.

A little flustered, he quickly wiped the blood and left the locker room.

Watching Clark's leaving back, Eric smiled and turned to walk towards the training equipment in the locker room.

He added as many plates as possible to the bench press and pushed it up with ease.

Padraic Farm.

"I think I know what happened, Dad."

Azu handed Peter a newspaper, "Clark's powers were transferred, and he is now a normal person, while someone has become a superhero, and the media calls him 'Superboy'."

Peter listened to what Zu said and took the newspaper from him in confusion.

What caught my eye was the huge headline - "Superboy Punishes Robber!"

A-Zu asked, "Dad, it was that lightning that swapped Clark and Eric's abilities, right?"

"I guess so."

After Peter finished reading the report, he put the newspaper down. "Clark said there was kryptonite in the other party's backpack. Perhaps this is the result of the combined effects of kryptonite and lightning."

Similar situations do not seem to be unique in the DC world.

The Flash was born from the dual effects of lightning and laboratory materials.

"godfather."

As soon as he finished speaking, Clark pushed the door open weakly.

"Clark, you haven't been doing well lately."

Peter saw him come in and joked, "It seems that the experience of being an ordinary person should not be very good."

"I"

Clark wanted to say something, but he kept his mouth shut and threw himself weakly onto the sofa.

"Godfather, do you know about the fight between me and my parents?"

Clark asked, looking up at Peter.

"Well, your mother asked me to enlighten you."

Peter said as he sat on the sofa. "She said you were a little distressed. You were distressed that you were different from ordinary people. Before I had a chance to talk to you, you became an ordinary person."

Peter paused for a moment and continued, “But you became an ordinary person, and you seem unhappy again.”

"Clark was just upset because he wasn't the one in the spotlight."

Loki, who was going downstairs to get a drink, suddenly interrupted.

Hearing the inappropriate words of the naughty boy, Peter looked at him unkindly. "Loki, do you want to be in the spotlight?"

"No, Dad, I just want to get a bottle of Root Soda."

Loki smiled awkwardly at Peter, then closed the refrigerator door and left as quickly as possible.

Clark felt even worse when Loki interrupted him.

"No, Godfather, I feel a little relieved, but..."

He raised his lost eyes and looked at Peter, "I don't want to disappoint you either. I know you and dad have high hopes for me."

"No, you're wrong, Clark."

Peter shook his head and said to him: "The Godfather just wants you to understand what power means to you."

"Clark, if you have powers that ordinary people don't have, you can see the existence of electromagnetic fields, the patterns of the world, and the mechanisms of the operation of all things. You are a god to humans, but this god-like power will never make you a god. It is just a tool for you to pursue a certain truth."

After hearing this, Clark looked at Peter blankly.

"godfather."

He wanted to say something, but no suitable words came out of his mouth.

"Remember what we talked about? Hope."

Peter pointed at Clark's chest.

"As long as you have hope, you will always get the truth, and power is just a by-product of the truth."

Clark looked down at his chest, his eyes gradually firmed up, "I understand, Godfather, even if I don't have the ability, I still have hope."

It was the hope that the Godfather drew on his chest on the football field that day.

Clark said silently in his heart.

very good!

Seeing that Clark seemed to have regained his fighting spirit after being inspired by his chicken soup for the soul, Peter nodded with satisfaction.

He wasn't worried about Clark's condition.

Not to mention that he could use runes to summon lightning to strike the two of them again and restore Clark's super powers.

Besides Clark's later ability of "idealistic miracle", he can give up the ability at any time as long as he wants, or he can easily restore the ability when he is in a good mood.

Now it's time for Clark to experience what it's like to be an ordinary person.

As Peter thought about it, he looked at A-Zu who was standing beside him in deep thought.

When can we let A-Zu try to experience the life of an ordinary person?
However, A-Zu's ability is Compound No. 5. Unless he goes to the Black Robe World, he will probably never have a chance here.

Feeling a chill all over his body, A-Zu saw Peter giving him a strange look and quickly looked away.

The next day.

"I have to find a place to recharge."

Star-Lord fiddled with his tape recorder and looked around helplessly.

He had just bought a new tape from the flea market, and he let out a sigh as he looked at the dead tape recorder.

"Well, times are changing and tape players are going to be eliminated. I have to ask my dad to buy a new player."

Star-Lord looked to the side and found himself at Smallwell High School.

"Maybe you can ask Clark or John to help you charge for a while."

Star-Lord muttered to himself as he walked towards the school.

School finishes early, so he has plenty of time to hang out outside.

"Hey, kid."

The security guard saw Star-Lord about to go in and stopped him.

"Are you from this school?"

"Yes."

Star-Lord deliberately spoke in a rough voice: "I am Peter Padrick."

"Wait, are you talking through your throat?"

"No, of course not. It's natural to me."

"Really? Show me your student ID."

"I forgot to bring it."

The black man shook his head at him, "Then I can't let you in. I haven't seen you, boy."

When Xing Jue heard that the other party would not let him in, he immediately became anxious, "Well, I'm not from this school, but my brother is John Padrick. You know him, right?"

"Are you his brother?"

"Of course."

Star-Lord puffed out his chest, "We're a lot alike, aren't we?"

"No, you are not alike at all. Your brother has a nice figure."

“I have nice muscles too.”

The black man said to him bluntly: "No, you don't. If you take another bite of the sandwich, you will be full of fat."

"what?!"

Star-Lord was stabbed in the heart directly, and he felt terrible.

The black man pointed at Star-Lord's belly and made an expression like a pregnant woman.

Star-Lord: “.”

Star-Lord, who suffered a blow in his life, suddenly lost all thought of recharging himself.

All he wants now is to go home and be comforted by his father.

By the way, you can buy a Bowie fitness machine to lose weight, and dumbbells can also come in handy.

As Star-Lord walked out of the school gate and was thinking about how to lose weight, he heard a quarrel coming from outside.

Eric stopped a couple who were about to leave and said to the girl, "Hey, He Li, would you like to go out on a date with me?"

The boy next to him immediately quit, "Don't you want to live? She's my girlfriend."

The high school student who pushed Eric hard and almost got NTR in front of him yelled at Eric, "Do you think you've become a big star just because you made the headlines with your stunts?"

"You're just a nobody!"

Eric was pushed and got angry. He grabbed the other person by the collar and threw him backwards.

With a "bang", the unlucky high school student was thrown at Star-Lord's feet.

(End of this chapter)