I, the younger brother of Superman, ended up with a Thanos template.

Beside him, the young and innocent Clark displayed unimaginable strength, lifting the car as if it were a plastic dinosaur toy and moving it aside.

However—Jonathan, who was so shocked that he stared wide-eyed, didn't see that his youngest son on the other side of the car reached out his hand even faster.

Clark didn't notice either, because something weighing over a ton felt excessively light to the two of them.

"On the court, I will try to conserve my energy."

Looking into his parents' eyes, Clark earnestly promised to control his strength so as not to hurt anyone else, hoping to move his father.

"The charm of sports lies in the exhilarating competition with others and the ability to surpass oneself."

At the dinner table, David suddenly feigned confusion: "I don't quite understand, my dear brother..."

American football, in particular, is a sport with intense physical contact, requiring players to carry the ball and run around the field.

"What do you learn from joining the school football team?"

Compared to the young son of Krypton, an Earthling's body is like glass that breaks at the slightest touch; on the court, he'll probably have to focus entirely on carefully controlling his strength.

“Father, I promise I will be careful.”

Clark felt frustrated as his younger brother called him "dear older brother" repeatedly, but one sentence made his parents look suspicious.

It must be because other families dote on their younger sons, while their family unusually cares more for their older son. His younger brother is always targeting him, claiming it's for his own good.

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

Because he had played football, Jonathan knew that the football field was full of running and collisions every moment.

How can an elephant manage to bump into a kitten without hurting it while running wildly?

"I……"

As always, sensing the seriousness and determination hidden in his father's gentle words, Clark slumped in defeat.

It's always the same; the first thing they say is "if," "what if," "suppose"...

How could he possibly refute that?

“Father, I’ve had enough.”

The younger Clark felt increasingly frustrated, and his voice rose a few decibels in agitation.

"I'm fed up with avoiding all activities and being able to sit quietly in a corner of the campus reading books, unable to do anything else."

"I could be more popular like everyone else..."

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Chapter 3 Seventeen Years Old and Fear

Clark suddenly revealed his long-suppressed feelings, and the couple were at a loss for words to comfort him.

"son……"

This issue has been on the minds of this family for a long time. They hope their son can keep a low profile and don't want government officials to suddenly come and take him away one day.

But teenagers crave attention on campus, and those who have been through this stage understand this feeling.

"I'm done eating and leaving first."

The atmosphere at the dinner table was dull. David wasn't very interested in the old topic being discussed at home. He twitched his ears slightly, glanced out the window, and then, as if nothing had happened, got up, grabbed his schoolbag, and left.

"From Clark, excitement +9, depression +7..."

I gained another wave of emotional moments from 'my dear brother'.

laugh!

David had just strolled outside the farm.

The school bus stopped right in front of him, exactly as he was told.

"Hi, David."

As they boarded the school bus, the boys and girls inside chatted and laughed, their faces radiating the youth and energy of high school students. Several of them greeted David.

I nodded in response and found a seat in the back row.

David turned his head and leisurely gazed at the scenery outside the window.

The sky was a clear, deep blue, with fluffy white clouds drifting by like cotton balls. The lush green meadow stretched as far as the eye could see, leading to a dense forest in the distance, bringing a sense of peace to the soul.

The only advantage of Smallville, a rural town in Kansas, is that its remoteness and backwardness have allowed most of its natural scenery to be preserved, resulting in fresh air.

The school bus made a brief stop before starting again.

"Where's Clark, David?" A clear, lively female voice came from the other seat, tinged with a hint of confusion.

Although the two brothers don't spend all their time together, neither of them is ever absent when they go to school in the morning.

“He’s behind me.” David knew who it was without even turning around, and said casually.

Chloe has short blond hair, fair skin, and her eyes always squint when she smiles, revealing her canine teeth. She is quirky yet cute, and loves to explore and discover all sorts of strange and interesting things. She is a reporter and editor-in-chief of the school newspaper.

She sat in her seat, looking out over the Kent family's farm, wondering what had happened.

"It's not unusual for high school students in their adolescence to bicker with their parents."

"You won't be interested." David's tone was tinged with boredom.

“Here we go again. Don’t always act like a grown-up, David.”

Upon hearing this, Pete, a short, somewhat comical-looking black man sitting next to Chloe, gave her a knowing look and smiled.

"This will make you seem out of place, and girls don't like this type."

On campus, the Kent brothers were known for disliking all kinds of activities. Clark, on the other hand, appeared to be tall and strong but shy and reserved, not good at speaking, like an honest ox.

In other people's impressions, David prefers to be alone and doesn't like to interact with others. His personality is somewhat aloof and mysterious.

"Looks like Clark won't make the school bus today."

Chloe turned her head and jokingly replied.

"If you hadn't been born on a farm, the rumors at school that you were a vampire born in the Renaissance era and who usually spends his days alone in a castle would have spread long ago."

David and Chloe were acquainted, mainly because they were among Clark's few close friends, and they got to know each other through chance encounters.

Looking out the window, David remained noncommittal.

Having lived a second life, even though my body is affected by various hormones and I still have some of the mindset I had during puberty, I am definitely different from the impulsive teenagers of my youth.

For example, his Kryptonian brother Clark.

"Kryptonians also have adolescence."

With a sigh, David turned his gaze to the front row of the school bus, where a couple in love were chatting and laughing intimately.

Lana Lan has smooth black hair, a slightly upturned nose, and is pretty. She is the captain of the school's cheerleading team. Although she is not the hot and outgoing type, she is liked and secretly admired by countless men in the school.

And her handsome blond boyfriend—

"It's not surprising at all that the captain of the football team, who is as glamorous as a star, and the captain of the cheerleading team are dating."

He thought to himself, "What am I complaining about?"

"Honestly, if Clark, who's shy even when talking to girls, could have snatched Lana from Whitney, that would be incredible."

"I'll have it as the headline in the next issue of the Torch Daily."

Seeing David's gaze, Chloe chuckled, "But we all know that's impossible."

It's usually impossible to hide a crush on someone. Clark's crush on Lana was something that his friends, Pete and her, though they didn't say it, all noticed.

After all, what could be the reason why a boy would often stare at a girl absentmindedly, whether in class or not, and become extremely nervous and at a loss when talking to her?

As family members who have grown up together for over a decade, David would support Clark if he truly loves football.

"Unfortunately, the young Superman was blinded by hormones."

Clark wants to join football and play glass-to-glass, mainly because Lana's boyfriend Whitney is the captain of the football team.

"I want to emulate that, shine on the rugby field, and win the attention of my crush."

So inexperienced...

David shook his head inwardly.

"Looks like Clark's plan to join the football team is off, barring any unforeseen circumstances, right?"

Putting aside his smirk at Clark's pitiful crush, Pete became serious and glanced around before leaning closer and asking in a low voice.

"David, what about you?"

"I've said it before, I don't plan to join the rugby team."

He had absolutely no interest in carefully controlling his strength or playing house with the school's generally rude and arrogant football team members who were like gorillas.

“But this is the only way.” A hint of fear flickered in Pete’s eyes.

"What method?" Chloe asked, puzzled. "Pete, why are you suddenly speaking in such a low voice?"

As if they were thieves, they were hiding from something in fear.

What are you talking about?