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Chapter 177 A-Zu: What belongs to dad is mine, how can that be called stealing?
Smallwell High School.

Clark and Zu walked towards the teaching building together.

Because A-Zu was always thinking about the three sacred artifacts of the sleep demon, he was a little absent-minded.

"You know about the current epidemic of narcolepsy, John?"

Clark asked Azu casually.

"Of course, maybe they are just too deep in sleep to wake up."

A-Zu thought about the dream he had last night.

It was no longer a cold and monotonous laboratory that filled him with fear, but a farm full of joy where his father was with him, making him not want to wake up.

Clark agreed with Azu, "Maybe. Most dreams are full of life, but reality is very bleak. We can't live in dreams because all dreams will end someday."

He thought about the dream he had last night - he and Lana were swimming naked in the lake.

He didn't quite understand why he dreamed of this scene.

Could it be because I secretly read the magazines that A-Zu collected?

I remember that last time I almost set the movie screen on fire because I was peeking at Lana.

Sure enough, once I get involved with Lana, I start to become a little abnormal.

On the other side, Lana was walking towards the classroom with Chloe and Sam.

"It's incredible that you can receive love letters."

Chloe looked at the love letter in her hand and said, "The only weird thing is that this love letter was placed in the place you often go to in the cemetery, which means he knows you very well."

Lana hugged the book and said in a good mood: "I think it's very romantic. I haven't received a love letter since the third grade of elementary school. Love letters are like a lost art to me."

Chloe handed the love letter to Lana, "That's not entirely true. Yesterday when I was in Trigonometry class, I intercepted a note from a big guy to the cheerleader. What he wrote wasn't poetic at all, but he still made his point clear."

Little Sam next to her asked Lana curiously, "Do you know who wrote it?"

"do not know."

As the three were talking, Clark and John came over.

"Hey, what's up? Chloe, what are you guys discussing?"

Clark asked Chloe.

When he saw Lana standing behind Chloe, his expression became unnatural for a moment.

I thought about things I shouldn’t think about again.

"Lana received a love letter."

Chloe handed the envelope to Clark, "She has a secret admirer."

Lana was a little embarrassed to be said by Chloe in public, "Nothing."

Chloe smiled and said, "Nothing, didn't you just say it was romantic?"

Clark took the love letter with some dissatisfaction, opened it, and took a look at the words on it.

"It's a bit gross."

Hearing Clark say this, Lana's smile gradually disappeared. She glared at Clark and said, "Of course, we all know that Clark Kent is a man with a heart of stone."

Seeing that the atmosphere between the two was not right, Chloe and Sam looked at each other.

Lana stood up and said to everyone, "Sorry, I have to go now. I'll see you later."

When Lana and the others left and only Clark and A-Zu were left at the scene, A-Zu patted Clark's shoulder with a complicated expression.

"You're right, Clark, dreams are full of life, but reality is very skinny."

Clark exhaled and replied to Zu: "If you ask me, I still feel that this is more like voyeurism than an admirer."

Azu nodded, "I think you're right, Clark, but you should know that girls don't like cold answers. They prefer romantic and interesting things. They are emotional rather than rational."

Clark looked back at Zu in surprise, "Are you very romantic, John?"

"No, that's what dad said. Actually, I don't understand romance either."

Azu sighed and continued, "And I'm not interested in these girls in school."

"I agree with you, John."

Clark nodded. A-Zu really didn't like high school girls. He seemed to be more interested in mature women.

After school in the afternoon, Azu accompanied Clark to the Talon Club.

Clark wants to apologize to Lana, who works at the Talon Club after school.

Although Zu was still thinking about Peter's birthday present, he still accompanied Clark to help him exorcise his inner demons.

Inside the Talon Club.

Peter was sitting with Officer Chandler.

Handing the thick envelope to the other party, Peter asked him, "Has there been any incidents in Smallville recently?"

Chandler glanced at the envelope Peter had placed on the table, then carefully put it away and tucked it into the inner pocket of his windbreaker.

"Nothing much. It's been very peaceful lately. I'm not even used to it."

Peter nodded, took his Long Island Iced Tea and drank it all, then said to the other party, "A single lady moved in next door to me recently. I hope you can help me investigate her information. Also, help me keep an eye out for anyone looking for her."

"A single lady?"

Chandler blinked, "Is she important to you?"

He originally wanted to ask who the other person was.

But when he thought of Peter's mysterious identity, he immediately suppressed his curiosity.

"Yes, very important, her name is Zora Russell."

Peter said to the other party: "Carry out all investigations carefully and don't let others find out."

"Of course." Chandler said he was always careful in doing things.

After talking to the other party for a few words, Peter went to the bar to order a drink and happened to see a folded piece of letter paper on it.

Judging from the way it is folded, it seems to be something like a love letter.

The moment Peter picked up the paper, Lana came over with a tray.

"It is a private letter, Mr. Padraic."

Lana smiled at him and seemed to be in a good mood.

"Really? It looks more like a love letter."

Peter held the paper towards her and asked, "Are you so popular, Lana?"

"No, Uncle Padraic."

Lana quickly explained. She spread her hands helplessly, smiled bitterly and said to Peter: "You can take a look. Maybe you will think this is corny like Clark."

Driven by gossipy curiosity, Peter opened the letter and glanced at it.

"Hmm, very imaginative, and well-written."

Clark really couldn't write such a love letter.

He asked Lana, "Who wrote this?"

Lana shrugged. "An admirer or a lunatic, depending on who you ask."

Peter put the paper on the bar, "You don't seem very happy to receive this kind of letter."

"It's OK, Uncle Padraic. I just feel bad about everyone's reaction to the poem. I guess I'm just too defensive."

Peter nodded, glanced at the love letter on the bar, and read: "Take me in, imprison me, or I shall never be free, nor pure. John Donne's poem, right?"

When Lana heard Peter read out the source of the poem in the love letter, she looked at him in surprise.

"Yes, Sir Padraic, John Donne is my favorite poet."

She didn't expect that Peter was such a poetic person.

Peter did not continue her talk about John Donne, but talked about Clark.

"I think Clark has no ill intentions. You know, he always says unpleasant things unintentionally, but in fact, he has no ill intentions."

Through the conversation with Lana just now, Peter knew that Clark had messed up, so he decided to give him a little help.

"I know, Uncle Padraic."

Lana said with a smile.

On the other side, Clark just pushed open the door and heard the conversation between Peter and Lana, which made him instantly depressed.

Well, compared to The Godfather, my own romance is like the light of a firefly.

Any random words from me could make Lana angry, but a few words from the Godfather could make Lana smile.

Maybe I should learn a little about romance from the Godfather?
Night at Padraic Farm.

"Clark, there are more competitors, right?"

Peter asked Clark who was concentrating on eating next to him.

"Uh"

Clark didn't expect Peter to suddenly ask him this, and his face turned red with embarrassment.

"I don't know who it is, Godfather."

Clark stammered.

"In fact, poetry is also a tool for seducing people, Clark. You can read a few more poetry books, and then you can write love letters to Lana."

"All right, Godfather."

Clark glanced at Star-Lord and Loki and found that the expressions they looked at him were a little strange.

He was so embarrassed that he lowered his head and pretended to concentrate on eating.

After dinner, A-Zu called Clark who was going upstairs to rest.

"Clark, Dad's birthday is in a few days. Do you have any gift prepared?"

A-Zu asked Clark quietly when no one was around.

"No, I'm not prepared."

Clark was a little confused. Why did A-Zu suddenly care so much about his godfather's birthday?
"I know a place where there are a lot of good things hidden. You can take some out of it."

A Zu bewitched Clark, "Just think of it as a gift for Dad. Besides, I know there is something called Compound No. 5. It can help your brain develop better and make you smarter when facing Lana."

Looking at A Zu with an evil look on his face, Clark said helplessly: "John, I am a high school student, not a child, don't use this trick, tell me, what do you want to do."

"I'm just trying to help you win Lana's favor and learn to write poetry, Clark."

A-Zu said he was a good person.

"Ok."

Seeing Clark impatiently preparing to leave, Zu had no choice but to tell him the truth, "I want you to help me get something from my father."

"Like the key to the secret room last time?"

Clark looked at him in surprise, "What are you trying to steal from the Godfather again?"

"No, this is not stealing. I'm just borrowing it. Dad's things are mine. How can that be called stealing?"

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