A Virus Named Stupid

Eric remained calm. "The matter is over, there's no need to dwell on the so-called details. It won't bring you any positive benefits, emotionally or otherwise."

Clark furrowed his brow. "Even if Jeremy made a huge mistake, Eric, he should be handed over to the law for judgment."

"In theory, that's correct. But things are never that simple, Clark," Eric retorted in his own way. "As the French writer Flaubert once said: 'Under its sublime laws, the law simultaneously prohibits the rich and the poor from sleeping under bridges, begging in the streets, and stealing the same loaf of bread. But look at the real world we live in, it's truly magically lovely.'"

Eric continued to assert himself to Clark in his own manner.

"And, if I don't deal with him, then Lana is the one who gets hurt. What about you, Clark? What would you do?"

Hearing Eric mention Lana, Clark's expression changed slightly.

"You mean Jeremy was planning to harm Lana?"

He suddenly remembered Lana's gratitude towards Eric earlier.

Could it be that Lana thanked Eric because of this incident?

In an instant, Clark's mind raced with many thoughts, and he felt a bit puzzled.

Did he really misunderstand Eric?

Previously, Eric had hinted to Chloe that Jeremy was the killer, and now he saved Lana.

It seemed that Eric wasn't as bad as he had imagined.

"You can ask Lana. I'm sure your bond with her is stronger than ours," Eric said, pointing to the piles of books and papers on the desk. "I still have some things to take care of. If you have nothing else, Clark, you can leave."

Clark rubbed his nose, wanting to say something,

but seeing Eric sitting with his back to him, he decided to keep his thoughts to himself.

Before leaving, he glanced at the strange paintings on the wall.

Lana said these paintings were full of artistic flair. Why didn't he feel anything?

Could it be that he really lacked artistic sensibility?!

A sense of frustration arose in Clark's heart.

"Wait, Clark!"

Just as Clark was about to leave, Eric called him back.

"?"

"This thing is useless in my hands, maybe you need it more. Take it!"

As he spoke, Eric handed him a small lead box.

"What is this?"

Clark asked, puzzled, as he took the box.

"Open it and see."

Clark didn't suspect anything as he slowly opened the box.

A dazzling green light emanated from the box!

At the same time, his body seemed to receive some signal, feeling weak, even aching.

"This is... Lana's necklace!"

Seeing the green stone decorated as a necklace, Clark's expression was one of extreme surprise.

He had been weakened by this necklace when Whitney used it on him, leading to him being bound to a cross.

Originally, he thought Eric had thrown the necklace away when he saved him, but he didn't expect Eric to keep it.

"Why...?"

"Why give it to me now?"

Eric's tone remained unchanged, devoid of any emotional fluctuation. "I saw you spinning in circles because of your date. I couldn't tolerate such stupidity around me, otherwise I would be infected with a virus called 'stupidity.' So, I gave you the necklace. Is that reason enough?!"

"..."

Hearing Eric's sarcastic remarks, Clark didn't feel annoyed like before.

After closing the lead box, he felt a warm feeling in his heart and thanked Eric sincerely: "Even if that's the reason, Eric, thank you!"

After Clark, filled with joy, left, Eric put down his pen, stood up, and looked out the window.

Giving the necklace to Clark wasn't just about assisting him on his date.

It was also an emergency measure taken after he increasingly felt that Lana might be curious about him.

If someone like Lana became curious about him, it would definitely be troublesome.

Regardless of whether her curiosity could turn into affection, just the entanglement between her and Clark was annoying to him.

Thursday.

The fourth day after the "Homecoming Dance," the school finally returned to normal operation.

"So, Clark, can you tell me why Eric can shoot lasers from his eyes?"

Pete, linking arms with Clark, asked curiously. "I once read a comic where the main character could shoot lasers, but he could only install mini laser devices on his wrists. Shooting lasers from his eyes is way cooler than that!"

Chloe, holding a coffee cup, remarked, "Arthur Paxton? Laser Man, is that his name, Pete?"

"I thought you only paid attention to current affairs, Chloe. I didn't expect you to be interested in comics," Pete felt like he was getting to know Chloe again.

"In fact, I'm not interested in comics, especially superhero comics. I just came across this guy while doing some research. Don't you think these people dressed in strange costumes are weird?" Chloe retorted mercilessly.

"I feel offended."

Pete felt quite unhappy about his hobbies being scorned.

"Hey! Clark!"

Just as he was about to continue bantering with Chloe, a voice interrupted.

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