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Chapter 99: The Forest Witch and the Insidious Flattery
Night at Padraic Farm.

Peter is talking to Jonathan on the phone.

He glanced over to Clark, who was sitting with Star-Lord in the living room, and said, "Yeah, don't worry, Clark looks fine."

"That's good."

Jonathan couldn't help but complain to Peter: "I don't know why he is so stubborn. I wasn't in his state when I was his age."

Peter nodded and changed his movements, "Yes, I heard Martha say that you listened to your father very much, Jonathan, and you never ran away from home one summer to join the Metropolitan Sharks."

After being teased by Peter, Jonathan coughed and said, "When did you join the opposing side, Peter?"

"I'm not on the same side. Clark can't do normal things. He has no friends other than Zu and Star-Lord. He can't play in Little League because you're afraid he'll hurt someone. He's grown up, Jonathan. You should give him a chance."

"With his gifts comes responsibility, Peter."

"It's not a talent, it's a judgment call, and you told Clark you didn't trust him."

Jonathan's voice came from the other end of the phone, "No, of course I believe him, but what if he arouses someone's suspicion? Just like old Holly last time, I don't want anyone to come to the farm and take Clark away."

Peter put the microphone to his other ear. "I think if you don't trust him, he'll leave on his own."

After hearing what Peter said, Jonathan was speechless for a long time.

"Well, Clark has a game this Friday, and I think he would like to see you cheering for him on the field."

Soon, the two ended the call.

Back in the living room, Clark thanked him: "Thank you, Godfather, thank you for helping me sign the consent agreement."

"You're welcome. I look forward to your performance on the team, but remember to control your strength."

"I will."

Clark assured Peter.

Then he asked expectantly, "Godfather, will you come to see my performance?"

"Of course, this is your first competition, so of course the Godfather will participate."

"Great."

Clark pumped his fist excitedly, "I will definitely win!"

Star-Lord, who was standing next to him, sensed Clark's joy and said, "I want to join in, too, Dad."

"You can't maintain your figure like this, unless you lose weight. But judging by your willpower, losing weight will never be possible."

A-Zu, who was watching TV nearby, laughed at Star-Lord mercilessly.

"I think I'm in the right shape for rugby."

Star-Lord doesn't even realize how fat he is.

In his words, this is called feeling very safe.

"Then you can try it. You will be knocked to the ground by others."

A-Zu could already imagine Star-Lord participating in a football game and being beaten up.

But he soon remembered another very important thing, "Dad, aren't we going to the forest to hunt on Friday?"

A-Zu has been looking forward to hunting this weekend for a long time.

"Maybe we can change the time, not necessarily Friday."

Peter said hunting is possible at any time, but there is only one competition.

"Dad, are there any reindeer in the woods?"

Star-Lord next to him asked curiously.

"Of course."

Peter patted Star-Lord's head, "You might see a moose in the forest. It won't cause you any trouble. Except for the mating season when moose are a little agitated, other times when they meet people they just stare at them. These moose love to chase people when they are in rutting season."

"What is the estrus period, Dad?" Star-Lord asked curiously.

"You don't need to know this."

Peter coughed and said to the kid, "Also, you can't go into the forest alone. There are poisonous vines and oak trees in the forest. If your butt touches those things, Star-Lord, you will have to take an ointment bath for three weeks."

When Star-Lord heard his father say that he would take ointment baths for three weeks when he went into the forest, he immediately behaved himself.

"In fact, there are wood nymphs in the woods."

With ill intentions, A-Zu told Star-Lord the story of the banshee in the forest.

"The banshee has a cow's tail and sings beautiful songs, which attract and imprison woodcutters."

He turned his gaze towards Star-Lord and said, "If you go into the forest, you might be imprisoned by her as well."

Star-Lord blinked and pretended to think.

"She has a cow's tail, so she should be able to plow the land, right?"

"Uh"

A-Zu couldn't quite keep up with Star-Lord's train of thought, "Probably."

"If she can till the land, I will bring her back and let her work on the farm, so that she can help reduce the burden on Dad."

When Zu heard what Star-Lord said, he was stunned.

He didn't expect that although his adopted brother was young, he was just as good as himself in flattering his father.

Looking at Peter's satisfied expression, A-Zu clenched his fork unwillingly.

This little fat guy is indeed his biggest threat!

after dinner.

Star-Lord stayed alone in the storage room on the second floor, sorting out his strange and weird stuff.

Although he is young, he likes to tinker with gadgets.

For example, a telescope that can observe outer space.

He has a strong curiosity about the universe, and his favorite thing is to study things related to space.

He placed the newly bought lens at the convenience store in the telescope and kept adjusting the angles, hoping to make a telescope with the highest visibility.

He also hopes to build a spaceship one day, take the farm and Peter to travel in space, and leave A-Zu alone here.

In this secret base he built, there was also a music player for relaxation.

Star-Lord, who was in a good mood, pressed the button of the player.

The sound of music came from the player, and Star-Lord's hands moved faster to the rhythm of the music.

The sound of the music player came out the door and into A-Zu's ears.

A-Zu, who was reading a horror novel, immediately threw the book onto the bed in anger.

He didn't like this kind of music in the first place, and now after hearing the music played by Star-Lord, he felt even more upset.

With a whoosh, A-Zu flew out of the window.

Inside the "secret base", Star-Lord, who was listening to music and studying the telescope, suddenly saw a dark shadow flash outside the window.

Confused, he raised his head and looked outside.

As a result, the next second, the music player that was playing made a "click" sound and the singing stopped abruptly.

Star-Lord looked at the player in astonishment, and found that it was smoking and two tiny holes appeared on it.

Time quickly came to Friday.

At the Smallwell Elementary School stadium, the football team members are conducting a pre-match mobilization.

"Alright, boys, get moving. I want you to knock them down fairly and make these bastards get scared when they see us. Do you understand?"

Clark listened absentmindedly to the coach's speech while looking towards the stands.

In the stands he saw Peter and Star-Lord sitting there.

Seeing Peter appear, he waited until the coach finished his speech, then trotted to the stands to greet Peter.

"Thank you, Godfather, I'm glad you came over, it means a lot to me."

"I certainly won't miss your game Clark."

Peter patted Clark on the shoulder, "Go ahead and beat the crap out of them!"

"I will, Godfather."

Clark said confidently.

After just a few words, Clark saw his father Jonathan appear.

Jonathan walked up to Peter with a serious expression, and Clark quickly greeted him, "Dad, you're here too?!"

He didn't expect his father to come too!
Are you here to cheer yourself up?!

But soon, Jonathan's words turned his high spirits into depression.

"I still don't support your decision, Clark. I came here to see if anyone was hurt."

Peter saw that Jonathan's bad temper was rising again, so he pulled him back to stop him from saying more demoralizing words.

"Okay, Clark, go play the game, and remember to win it!"

Just at this moment, the coach shouted, "Kent, hurry up and be the tailback over there."

Looking at Clark's leaving back, Peter said to Jonathan: "Don't worry, Clark knows what he should do."

Clark put on his equipment, bent down slightly, and waited for the game to begin.

"Blue Rabbit, three, two, one, come on!"

After the slogan was issued, Clark rushed forward with the football.

As a result, he was knocked down after running just two steps.

He fell heavily to the ground with a bang, splashing up the dirt on the ground.

Clark rolled over and looked at Peter in the stands.

The furious coach ran over, grabbed the mesh on his helmet and pulled him up.

"Look at me, stop looking at the stands, your dad isn't your coach, I am!"

The coach, who was like a hair dryer, yelled at him: "Focus the hell up, cheer up, and attack others!"

Clark nodded blankly.

Standing at the teeing point again, he glanced at Peter out of the corner of his eye and found that the other party gave him a thumbs-up gesture.

"call!"

Taking a deep breath, Clark suddenly felt completely calm.

"Okay, same tactics, Blue Rabbit, three, two, one, come on!"

"Come on! Defeat them!"

The team members cheered each other on.

After the game started, Clark was not knocked down by others this time. He tensed his body and exerted a little strength, making the players who rushed up helpless.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The players who tried to hit him fell to the ground one after another.

Clark held the ball and ran all the way to the opponent's end zone.

Facing the members of the enemy team rushing towards him, Clark suddenly jumped forward and rushed over at lightning speed to score a touchdown.

Seeing Clark scoring, the team immediately cheered and surrounded him.

There was also warm applause from the stands.

After celebrating with his teammates, Clark looked towards the stands.

What we saw was Father Jonathan leaving the stands.

Clark's originally excited mood seemed to be poured with a bucket of cold water.

"Kent, that's great! Well done!"

The coach patted him on the shoulder heavily, and the other teammates also started talking.

Clark didn't pay attention to what these people said, he was in a bad mood.

Looking at Peter who was applauding him in the stands, an old thought suddenly popped up in his mind: I wish my godfather was my biological father.

(End of this chapter)