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Chapter 207: Star-Lord's Gun Problem

Smallwell High School.

Clark looked at Zu seriously.

"John, no smoking, it's bad for you."

Azu looked at Clark in astonishment, "Where did you see me smoking, Clark?"

"Just now I saw you deal with that group of students and confiscate their cigarettes."

"I just put the cigarette away. I didn't touch the thing."

"Are you sure?"

Clark suspected that Zu was smoking secretly without telling him.

"of course."

A Zu felt that the other party was a little too nosy. "There are too many harmful things in this world, Clark. You should care about other more important things."

But soon he shook his head at Clark, "Forget it, with your thinking, everything is harmful to you, and life is also harmful to you."

"That's not a good attitude for you, John."

Clark, who was choked, shot back at him.

Azu licked his lips. "Thank you, Coach Mystical Life! I'm sure you think this is 'cynicism', but I think of it as 'realism'."

"It's always been another way of saying 'cynical.'"

A Zu shook his head at him. "Cynical? No, I have nothing to do with cynicism. On the contrary, Clark, you are the one. You ran away from home before. Can you tell me what your father said to you to persuade you to come back?"

He became very interested in the conversation between his father and Clark.

It was originally thought that Clark would run away from home for a year or two, just like Bruce did, so that there would be one less threatening heir to the farm.

Unexpectedly, Clark came back that night.

You're not running away from home, are you?
If you really want to run away from home, go to any corner of Africa and no one will be able to find you.

You are deliberately letting people find you!
A-Zu was madly complaining about Clark in his mind.

Clark didn't answer Azu. He thought about the conversation between his godfather and himself yesterday.

He learned about his Kryptonian identity from the Godfather, but he also knew that no matter how the future changes, the Godfather's trust and love for him will not disappear.

“We talked a little bit about the future.”

Clark turned his thoughts back and coughed, "About the topic of fate."

"destiny?"

A Zu looked at Clark suspiciously, "What is there to talk about the future? Do you know the fate of the future?"

"Who knows? Just like the other you you saw in the black robe world, I will also see another me. I don't know, it may be me, or it may not be. Anyway, I have doubts about the future."

Clark looked down at his chest, "But now I have figured it out. The Godfather gave me the most precious thing."

"Most precious?"

Hearing Clark say this, A Zu stared at him suspiciously.

Could it be that Dad handed the farm over to him?
Seeing Clark like this, Zu felt a sense of urgency.

If I had known this earlier, I would have "enlightened" Clark and let him run away from home for a year or two.

"Yes, the most precious."

Clark didn't know that Azu had thought so much in his mind. He has now completely accepted his Kryptonian identity and is determined to protect the Godfather and the farm as an Earthling.

And create the future with hope in your heart.

Even if your future is not very good.

"Well, Dad always knows what's on your mind."

A-Zu shrugged his shoulders, didn't ask any more questions and prepared to leave.

When Clark saw A Zu was about to leave, he realized that he had forgotten the most important thing.

He hasn't asked A-Zu whether he smokes!

But no matter how much I ask, I guess A-Zu won't tell me the truth.

Clark began to consider whether to tell his godfather about this.

At this time, Clark once again transformed into a "snitch."

"Hey Clark!"

Just as he was thinking about how to tell Peter, he suddenly heard a voice behind him.

Clark looked back and saw that it was Lana walking towards him with a form.

"Hi Lana, good morning."

Clark quickly greeted the other party, "You didn't go to the cheerleading activities?"

"Yes, I have asked for leave. The school is organizing a blood donation activity now. Do you want to participate?"

"Uh"

When Clark heard that the other party wanted him to donate blood, he was stunned.

He has never donated blood in his life.

Not to mention whether an ordinary syringe could pierce his skin, even if his blood could be taken out, he would not be able to expose the secrets of his body.

"You are late."

Clark thought, if you had come last night and I had the star blade, maybe I could have cut my skin.

"what?"

Lana looked at Clark in confusion, not knowing what he meant by that.

"I mean, sorry. I just donated blood."

Embarrassed Clark made up an excuse to deal with Lana. "But I heard from Chloe and Sam that they have never seen you donate blood, and the school has no record of it."

Lana immediately exposed Clark's lame lie.

"Well, actually I faint at the sight of blood."

"Ok."

Lana glanced at Clark, suspecting that he was unwilling to donate blood, and left unhappily.

Looking at Lana leaving, Clark sighed helplessly.

Although he likes Lana, he seems to mess things up every time he faces Lana.

evening.

After school, Clark and Azu told Peter about the blood donation at school.

"Clark, of course you and Zu can't donate blood."

Peter said to the two men, "Your identities are sensitive. You must not let others get your blood."

"Maybe I can help you."

Loki chimed in, "I can turn into Clark and donate blood at school, so your classmates won't discriminate against you for not donating blood."

When Clark heard Loki say this, he immediately thought of the scene where the other party turned into Lana to tease him.

If Loki really turns into himself, there is no guarantee that he will use his identity to deceive Lana.

He felt terrified just thinking about such a thing.

"No, thank you, Loki."

Clark directly refused the other party's help.

"It's nothing, just say you don't want to donate blood."

Azu took a bite of pancakes and said to Clark, "You just don't want to make Lana unhappy because Lana is the person in charge of this event. But I suggest you be yourself, because your blindly accommodating her will not make her like you."

Clark stared at Zu blankly.

"But most high school romances are unsuccessful, with people either suffering from the boredom of finally getting married or the sadness of not being able to get married."

Azu said, glancing at Peter, "Dad, do you think that's right?"

"uh-huh."

Peter looked at Zu suspiciously, "John, do you have a girl you like?"

Is this boy in love?
But isn't he only interested in mature women?
"No, I'm not as popular in school as Clarke."

A Zu shook his head and said, "This is the experience I gained from the book."

"Then the experience you gain will only make things worse."

Peter said to Clark, "Bruce has recently invited us to visit Gotham. Clark, you can take a leave to cover this matter."

"Gotham?"

Star-Lord, who was eating Sharp Cookies, put the cookies down and asked Peter in shock, "Dad, are you talking about going to Gotham?"

"Yes, what's the problem?"

"I heard it's a crime capital."

Star-Lord expressed his impression of Gotham, "The night sky of Gotham City is always overcast, and strange Gothic buildings stand tall. Under the glitz on the surface, the dark alleys are filled with filth and it is one of the cities with the highest crime rates in the United States."

"is it?"

Peter pretended to be surprised and looked at Star-Lord.

"But don't you know, Star-Lord? The people there are just as honest and kind, and there are many talented people there."

"Really? Dad."

Star-Lord looked at Peter suspiciously.

"Perhaps you will know the details when you go there."

Peter patted Star-Lord on the shoulder.

"Then I'll take my gun."

Star-Lord said seriously, "Dad, I will protect you. I heard that Bruce Wayne's parents were killed by robbers in an alley. He could do nothing at that time and could only watch his parents fall in a pool of blood. I don't want to be like that."

Peter: "."

Are you protecting me or cursing me?

Besides, can a mere robber really hurt your father?
Besides, there is no comparison between you and Bruce.

Bruce doesn't have any superpowers. Do you think everyone can kill "Lucifer" directly like you did when you were a child?
Meanwhile, Wayne Manor.

The owner of the manor, Bruce Wayne, was sitting at his desk sorting out documents.

In front of him were various old newspapers, and coffee which the butler had offered him.

He sat alone at his desk, reading the newspaper for several hours, but the coffee in front of him was untouched.

"Master Wayne, you have been sitting here for more than three hours. I think you should take a break."

The butler Alfred came over with hot coffee, and when he saw the untouched coffee on the desk, he sighed softly.

"I feel like a ghost wandering in this city now. Everything is so strange. So... I have to spend time to learn everything about this city as soon as possible."

Bruce raised his head, and compared to his previous slightly immature face, he now looked a bit more mature.

"You don't have to rush, Master Wayne. This city is so big that you can't fully understand it in a short time."

"You're right, Alfred. When I was a kid, I thought I knew this city until I met the Court of Owls. If it weren't for Mr. Peter, I would have..."

At this point, he suddenly thought of Peter, "I wonder if Mr. Peter will agree to my invitation?"

(End of this chapter)