American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

And just when he checked his watch for the umpteenth time to make sure he was not late, he finally heard—

"Everyone, run!"

Clark stood up straight suddenly, and saw a group of lower grade students rushing out of the handicraft classroom like frightened sparrows. One blond boy even lost a shoe while running.

"What happened?!"

He flipped over and entered the school, taking two steps at a time to reach the teaching building where Sarafiel's class was located, and then he ran into a mess at the corner.

The overturned paint bucket splashed a rainbow-colored river in the corridor, and colorful colored paper was scattered all over the floor.

In the middle of this chaos, his younger brother was holding a wet orange cat, his little hands still in a posture that emitted healing light.

The scratches on the kitten's hind legs were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Sarafil?"

Clark called softly.

The little boy's shoulders trembled and he slowly turned his head.

The black hair on his forehead was still dripping with blue paint, but the kitten in his arms was snoring comfortably.

"Xiaoju's hind legs are tied up"

Sarafiel's voice trailed off. "I'm just trying to help."

Clark squatted down and noticed that the kitten's hind legs were wrapped with several circles of rough hemp rope, and the red marks from them had not completely faded.

He gently pried open Sarafiel's clenched fist and casually pulled the hemp rope for the kitten.

"Sad?"

Clark wiped the paint off his brother's face with his sleeve.

Sarafiel shook his head, trying his best to ignore the "Shendu" roaring in his ear. He buried his face in the kitten's fluffy fur.

"Why do some of my classmates avoid me? I saved a fallen sparrow last week and helped a lost puppy home last week." His voice was muffled. "Do they think I'm weird?"

The glass window at the end of the corridor cast a diamond-shaped spot of light, which shone on the wet paint on the ends of Sarafiel's hair, as if he was wearing a funny little blue hat.

"Listen, Sarafiel."

Sighing, Clark rubbed Sarafiel's paint-stained head, "Not everyone can understand special people."

"Meow~"

The kitten also poked its head out of Sarafiel's arms and meowed.

This seems to express agreement.

"really?"

Sarafiel raised her wet eyes.

"certainly."

Clark smiled and pointed at the kitten, "At least the furry gentleman is grateful to you, right?"

The orange cat cooperated and licked Sarafiel's palm, causing the little boy to burst into laughter.

Clark took the opportunity to wrap the man and cat in his training jacket:

"Let's go, it's time for our superhero to go home and recharge."

“Mom must have baked blueberry pie today.”

They walked out of the school gate in the shadow of the setting sun, but did not notice a few little heads suddenly popping out from behind.

"Look!"

"That Sarafiel guy," the blond boy who had escaped first said, trembling, pointing at Sarafiel, "He's talking to animals again! Last time, I even saw a squirrel saluting him!"

"I heard that these are usually children of witches," another girl added quietly, "Will that kitten become a familiar in the future?!"

"That's nothing." A boy muttered quietly, "I heard that his brother, Dio Kent, beat up all our brothers and sisters three or four years ago."

"My brother still warns me not to get close to or provoke the Kent family."

"what?!"

The puddles under their feet reflected the children's frightened faces.

But in the distance, Sarafil.

He happily held up the kitten and gestured to Clark.

The paint dripped behind him into intermittent blue footprints, like a string of wet stars.

Chapter 91 Luther: I'm Back from Hell, Clark

"Brother Clark! Kitty just bowed to me!"

After sending Xiaoju to the animal shelter, Sarafiel rushed over like a little cannonball, not caring that the strap of her schoolbag had slipped to her elbow. Her soft black hair stood up excitedly in the autumn wind, like a dandelion with its hair blown off.

Clark squatted down reflexively and caught his brother who was flying towards him, but was slightly loosened by the strong impact.

Is this little guy on rocket fuel? He's been growing so fast lately!

He muttered to himself.

"Oh, I forgot to ask. Why are you picking me up today?" Sarafiel raised his head, his obsidian eyes sparkling. "Don't you usually train until sunset?"

"Also, did you just sneak some mints?!"

"this one"

Clark scratched the tip of his nose, the chaotic scene in the locker room that afternoon flashing before his eyes.

When he announced that he would not attend training today, his teammates whistled collectively, and the captain even stuffed a whole box of mints into his clothes.

“A must-have for fresh breath!”

The note reads:

-

The golden glow of the setting sun filled the country road. Clark held Sarafel's little hand and walked slowly home.

Sarafiel was jumping up and down, concentrating on playing with his own long shadow.

Clark's gaze drifted towards the golden waves of wheat rolling in the distance, and his thoughts were as erratic as ears of wheat blown away by the wind.

It wasn't until the corner of his clothes was grabbed by a small force that he suddenly came to his senses.

"Brother Clark."

Sarafiel tilted her head, her small hands still clutching the wrinkled hem of his shirt. "You're walking with your hands and feet tied to yours, aren't you?"

"Ah? Is there any?"

"Um"

"Sarafil"

Clark squatted down and looked at his brother level, his blue eyes showing a rare bit of distress, "You know"

"Don't worry about that for now..." Sarafiel nodded seriously, then stood on tiptoe and stretched out her little hand to touch Clark's forehead, "Do you have a fever? Brother Dio said that idiots don't have fevers, but what if you are an evolved idiot..."

"I'm not stupid, Sarafiel." Clark took Sarafiel's hand unhappily and hesitated for a while. He looked straight into his brother's pure black eyes. His blue eyes rarely revealed a kind of tangle of shyness and trouble that was unique to adolescent boys. "Do you know how..."

"how?"

Sarafiel frowned in confusion, and the dried paint on the cuffs of his Tang suit fell down with his movements.

Taking a deep breath, Clark seemed to have made up his mind. He lowered his voice, with a guilty conscience:

"Do you… do you know how… um how to ask a girl out?"

"Invite a girl?" The five-year-old boy blinked his big eyes, as if he had heard the simplest question in the world. "Why not just go up and say, 'I want to play with you'? That's how I used to invite people to play with building blocks."

"And the last time I was watching TV, I heard a famous star named Cavill say—" Sarafiel frowned and pondered, "If you like a girl, just ask her out. This trick has always worked for me."

Clark opened his mouth: "It's that simple?"

"It's that simple." Sarafiel nodded vigorously, the tuft of black hair on the end of her hair swaying. "Last week, I even treated Lucy to some of my bear cookies! After she ate them, she immediately agreed to join me in taking care of the chickens in the school chicken coop."

"Brother, your method is wrong."

"In my opinion," Shendu whispered in his ear, "Brother Clark wants a simpler method."

"With his physical fitness, he could have knocked that girl out directly. Isn't that an invitation?"

"Shendu! You are wrong. What my brother wants is..."

And looking at Sarafiel who was biting his fingers and daydreaming.

Clark covered his face with his hands in despair, feeling that his IQ was being rubbed to the ground by his brother's childish words.

Oh, God……

What the hell was I doing? I was asking a five-year-old how to approach a girl...

"What if..." His voice was muffled in his hands, filled with a deep sense of frustration. "What if my heart starts beating like a drum, my legs become weak as noodles, and I can't even speak clearly when I get close to that girl?"

"Weak legs?!"

Sarafiel suddenly gasped, his eyes widening like black grapes, as if he had discovered some earth-shattering secret! He pointed his little hand at Clark, his voice rising an octave:

"Brother Clark, are you in love with——!"

"Woo!"

The second half of the earth-shattering words were covered back into Sarafiel's mouth by Clark's quick hands!

The little lizard on the treetop in the distance was stunned and fluttered across the branches.

The boy blinked into his brother's palm, and his eyelashes made Clark's palm itchy.

"It's not what you think!"

Being teased by his five-year-old brother made even Clark's ears turn red like pickled tomatoes. "It's the football team! Homecoming! The cheerleading squad!"

He gestured incoherently.

"If Lana Long doesn't participate, I'll own my football uniform"

"I understand." Sarafiel pried open Clark's fingers, her face as serious as a little judge: "So, Clark didn't want to wash his stinky socks, so he tricked Lana into being his girlfriend?"

"Well, Sarafiel, you finally..."

"What a lie! I invited her! I invited her to be a cheerleader, how can she be my girlfriend?! Sarafil, what's the connection?"

"what?"

Sarafiel blinked innocently.

Clark's voice suddenly stopped, and his eyes passed over his brother's head and were fixed on the figure on the river bank in front.

The setting sun melts into gold, sprinkling on the winding river surface, making the waves sparkle.

A familiar figure stood on the river bank.

The girl gazed at the shimmering river alone, the setting sun dyeing her long chestnut hair a golden red. She wore a light blue dress, the hem swaying in the wind, outlining her slender figure.

Lana Long.

Why is she here?

Clark's heart skipped a beat, and he felt guilty.

"Oh~"

Sensitively noticing his brother's distraction, Sarafiel followed Clark's gaze and a sly smile immediately appeared on his face. He tugged at Clark's clothes with his little hands and said, "It's her~"

"You little devil."

Rubbing his brother's head unhappily, Clark's heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

He took a deep breath and encouraged himself secretly:

Indecisiveness leads to disaster.

Sarafir is right, you don't need to use any tricks!

Clark Kent!