The 200th Victory

"Yes, Jonathan, I understand. I've already called the police and fire department. Eric is sitting next to me, he's fine for now. We'll talk later."

On the stands, Martha hung up the phone and said to Eric sitting next to her, "Your father and Clark have taken Chloe to the hospital. Thankfully, Chloe is okay."

Eric nodded at the news and turned his gaze to the football game in front of him.

After using his heat vision to kill Coach Watt and losing control of the flames, they immediately turned on their host.

Within a few breaths, he was burned to ashes.

Even though his body had been strengthened by Kryptonite, it was still no match for the fierce burning flames.

"Interfere! Interfere!"

With the assistant coach on the sidelines roaring, the Raven team's four-back players charged through the defenders like tanks, easily completing the touchdown.

"Beep beep beep!"

Accompanied by the referee's final whistle, the game was officially declared over.

The Raven team defeated the Mustangs with a score of 53:41, winning the game.

"Although the Raven team won the game, Coach Watt probably won't be able to see it."

Martha looked at the celebrating football players and said with some emotion.

She had already heard from her husband over the phone about the general course of events and knew about Coach Watt's actions. Although she was angry at his despicable behavior, seeing the scene of the players celebrating in front of her, her feelings were somewhat complicated.

"This is the two hundredth victory, and I guess he will never be able to wait for it."

Eric said in a faint tone, "It's ironic that the person who most ardently pursued victory is the only one who cannot witness it."

Kent Farm.

Dinnertime.

Jonathan was tasting spaghetti, although he didn't like pasta, he stopped after a few bites.

"I always thought calling spaghetti 'zero calorie' made no sense."

Jonathan complained about the spaghetti made by his wife. "Look at the sauce, carrots, onions, parsley, ground meat, cheese, tomatoes on top of this spaghetti. I don't think there are zero calories in it."

"Maybe it should be called American meat sauce pasta."

Martha smiled at her husband's complaint, "Jonathan, you're not Italian, are you? So I think your comments on spaghetti are of no value."

"Hmm."

Jonathan nodded thoughtfully, "Just like non-British people can't comment on 'fish and chips'? Non-Chinese people can't comment on 'General Tso's Chicken'? I think, Martha, you have made a clear distinction between food and foodies, which is not a fair move."

Jonathan and Martha started discussing the topic of spaghetti, while Eric next to them was fully engaged in dealing with the roast beef in front of him.

"Clark."

A few minutes later, the couple had finished discussing "spaghetti".

Jonathan walked to Clark's side after putting the plate back in the kitchen and said seriously, "I'm sorry, Clark, you couldn't play today."

Clark, who had been punched by Eric during the day and hadn't reacted from his special emotions yet, wasn't feeling well.

Guilty? Disappointed? Reflective? Or resentful?

He didn't know which emotion was predominant in his heart right now.

Hearing his father talking to him, he looked up.

"I thought you were here to make sure I didn't hurt anyone."

Clark said with a somewhat lost expression.

He knew his father had always had a negative attitude towards his football.

"No, of course not."

 Jonathan patted his eldest son's shoulder, "I went to the stadium to support my son. Maybe your mother is right, I am stubborn and rude, and sometimes I am stubborn and refuse to listen to other people's opinions, but I trust you, Clark."

 "I always believe in you, but I always have some fears. I think parents have some such fears."

 Facing his father's open words, Clark felt a warm current in his heart.

 With a faint smile on his lips, his concerns about his father disappeared at this time. "I said a lot of inappropriate things before, Dad, I'm sorry."

 Listening to the conversation between the father and son, Martha's mouth corners rose, "Eric, don't you want to try the pasta?"

 Late at night, Lex's residence.

 Lex Luthor sat on the sofa, flipping through a book with a slightly strange packaging.

 "Lex, have you heard about what happened in the town school?"

 Victoria walked in and asked him.

 "Of course, you think that apart from playing polo, attending parties and charity dinners, I don't care about the operation and development of this world?"

 "Uh-huh, charity dinner?"

 Victoria showed a teasing expression, "I always thought that the Luthor family was the most disdainful of this kind of charity dinner."

 "My father believes,"

 Lex closed the book, "that owning a lot of wealth is a sign of theocracy, and helping the poor or restricting the rich is an interference with God's will, a typical social Darwinist idea. My father and I have different ideas. I believe that with the sharp class contradictions and the awakening of social thoughts, if we stubbornly refuse to adapt, we will sooner or later be eliminated by society."

 "Can I understand your criticism of my father?"

 Victoria smiled and sat next to him.

 "Or it could be a criticism of the entire decadent class. I always like to be the one who stirs up disputes."

 Lex stood up and poured himself a glass of Salon champagne. "There was a fire at Smallville High School and someone was suspected to have died. This is not the first time I've heard of such a thing. In this small town you can always hear all kinds of weird things."

 "So. Is this why you like staying in this small town?"

 "Just part of it."

 Lex took a sip of champagne. "I'm not alone. I have friends here too."

 "The Kent family?"

 Victoria chuckled and picked up the book that Lex had placed on the round table. "For example, the author of this book "Cthulhu" is Eric Kent, who also belongs to the Kent family. Is this the latest book published?"

 "Strictly speaking, this book has not been published yet, but I got it through special channels."

 Lex explained to Victoria: "As for the Kent family, only Clark is reluctantly my friend. Clark's parents are quite dissatisfied with me because they insist on the view that 'bad bamboo can't produce good bamboo shoots', and Eric is the abyss I explore. As he wrote in the book: The most merciful place in this world is that human thinking cannot penetrate it all. And Eric Kent seems to have shown a world beyond human thinking in the book, which inexplicably fits with me, so I am very curious."

 "Lex, sometimes curiosity is not a good thing."

 Victoria replied.

 "Maybe."

 Lex shrugged, and when he was about to say something, the phone suddenly rang.

 After answering the call and listening to the other party's words, Lex's expression changed.

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