Chapter 50: school sports event.

　　 School sports event, Mike has not seen this for a long time, but watching the children galloping on the field, it brings him bacl to his youth…

　　 "Dad, what are you thinking about"

　　 Clark nudged Mike.

　　 Mike's just shook his head and smiled

　　 Clark then said: "Uncle Hank and the others have already come, shall we rehearse?"

　　 pointing at one of the participating families in the distance, and said: "I heard that they have been rehearsing for a long time."

　　 "What is there to rehearse?"

　　 Mike said nonchalantly: "If I put try a little seriously, then our win is already set in stone!"

　　 "That's right!"

　　 Along with the voice, Hank Pym strode over with Hope and nodded to Mike.

　　 He likes this confidence.

　　 "By the way, don't you still have to participate in the men and women's relay race? Hurry up and get ready."

　　 Mike pushed Clark down.

　　 Hank said: "We will cheer you on!"

　　 "Who cares if you cheer, let's go" Hope grabbed Clark, and left quickly.

　　 The two looked at each other.

　　 "Hahaha!"

　　"Where are the two boys?"

　　 Hank Pym asked curiously.

　　 Mike reached out and pointed to the class where the two were in, and said: "They are in class activities, don't care about them."

　　 Hank Pim nodded and said, "I remember that Clark had a tug-of-war competition on a class basis before the relay race. Did Clark participate in it?"

　　"Uh…Yes!"

　　 "Then let's go and cheer."

　　 "Actually, there's no need…"

　　 "Let's go, don't be shy, you are his father!"

　　 Hank Pim patted Mike and walked to the tug-of-war area.

　　 Mike facepalmed and followed.

　　 He specifically explained everything to Clark in the morning, don't try too hard in the tug-of-war.

　　 The tug-of-war competition was in full swing. The children along with the slogan pulled back desperately.

　　 .

.

.

　　 Finally, it's Clark and his class.

　　 Mike started to get nervous.

　　 Hank Pim smiled and comforted: "Don't be nervous, it won't matter if they lose."

　　 You don't understand!

　　 Mike shook his head.

　　The game begins!

　　 With a whistle, the parents as the audience shouted hysterically, as if to add some buffs to their children, but Mike nervously shouted: "Clark, don't give your best!"

　　The parents looked at Mike as if asking why is his words are like that.

　　 Hank Pym nudged Mike with his elbow.

　　 Mike glanced at the crowd, and said: "What are you looking at? You haven't seen a cheering parent before?!"

　　" There's such a cheering!"

　　 A parent murmured.

　　 The two sides of the tug-of-war are stagnant, and Clark who was pullit was carefully controlling his strength.

　　 For him, controlling his power to maintain the match, was much harder than winning.

　　 "Just use a little force, Clark!"

　　 Everyone looked at Mike.

it's this alien again.

　　 Mike didn't care, and focused all his attention on Clark, fearing that Clark can't control his strength and flung the children out.

　　 Clark let out a sigh of relief, lifted one hand, slowly began pulling their opponent from the other side.

　　 "Oh oh!"

　　 "Awesome! My son is so amazing!"

　　 "Awesome!"

　　 Amid the cheers, Mike breathed a sigh of relief.

　　 Clark's control over his power is getting stronger and stronger.

　　 Mike smiled at Clark, Clark gave Mike a thumbs up, and the father and son smiled tacitly.

　　After a few more rounds, Clark's class won the final victory.

　　 Hank Pym looked at Clark, who was sweating profusely, and said, "Young man, you did a good job!"

　　 'This kid has exhausted himself, will he be okay for relay run?'

　　He was a little worried.

　　 Clark smiled at him.

　　 Mike patted Clark on the shoulder: "Hehe…good job."

　　 "I'm going to prepare for the next game."

　　 Clark said, turned around and left.

　　"Let's go to the audience area!"

　　they waited for about half an hour. When the sprint race was over, it was finally the men's and women's 300×2 relay race.

　　 "Come on! Hope! Clark!"

　　 Hank yelled, he was even more excited than when he was the Ant-Man, killing his inside the enemy.

　　 On the contrary, Mike…

　　ヽ(ー_ー)ノ

　　 is still calm.

　　 As long as Hope doesn't have an accident when she's on the way to pass the baton to Clark, this game is not at all suspenseful.

　　 "Look, that's my son! Isn't he handsome? Isn't he strong!"

　　 A pair of parents standing next to Mike, seeing that Mike isn't cheering for anyone, thought that Mike was just here to watch the game, then excitedly introduced their son to Mike.

A tanned boy with a strong body.

　　 Mike nodded then smiled wryly.

*Bang!*

　　 The flare gun sounds.

The girls as the starters, ran out instantly.

　　 "Hope! Goo!!!"

　　 Hank Pym was already yelling hysterically.

　　 When he's with his daughter, He is not the Ant-man, a tech genius, nor a billionaire.

　　 Finally, Hope made it and handed the baton over, then Clark rushed out and kept his pace the same as theplace.

　　 Seeing this scene, Mike breathed a sigh of relief.

　　 it's not too exaggerated, not bad.

　　 But at this moment, the couple beside him shouted loudly: "Baby, get rid of that black-haired boy!"

　　 Mike was taken aback.

　　"At first glance, you're can definitely see that, that kid is a sissy, take him out, Go!!"

　　 sissy?

　　 Mike pushed away the two angrily, and shouted at Clark: "Clark! Show them what you can do!! Don't lose to that wimpy kid!"

　　 The couple stared at Mike, only then did they realize that Mike turned out to be the enemy's parent.

　　 "Baby! Finish him off!"

　　 The two pushed Mike and yelled.

　　 Mike pressed their heads and shouted to Clark: "Go!"

...