Chapter 473 | Small Town Boy, Next Door Neighbor.

Kent farm, Kansas.

At the age of 17, Clark Kent, a minor, opened his eyes and got up.

With warm sunshine on his face, it was another beautiful day.

He rolled over, sat up, and ran to the window.

"Swish", he pulled open the curtain.

Clark stretched himself while thinking about the upcoming sports activity at school.

He got dressed, went to the mirror, and tidied up his clothes.

What he saw in the mirror was a tall boy with black hair and a tangle of curly hair on his forehead.

"Clark, you're going to be late!"

A gentle female voice came from downstairs. It was his mom.

"Coming! "

Clark walked down the stairs and flew down to the living room.

Opening the refrigerator, he picked up a bottle of milk and gulped it down.

"I have to work tonight, so you two can fix your own dinner. Remember, no pizza!"

Mrs. Kent tidied up the table neatly, leaving only some mashed potato, salad, and pork chops.

Clark spat out his tongue. It looked like his mom had found out about the pizza he and his dad had ordered secretly.

Mrs. Kent refused any fast food, firmly believing it to be junk food.

This may be related to her previous experience of working in a fast-food restaurant.

After lunch, Clark took out a piece of paper from his backpack, which was the permission slip to join the school football team.

If he wanted to join the team, he needed his parents' signature to get the teacher's permission.

After all, football was a high-impact sport, and the risk of injury was high.

"Dad, I want to play football!"

Clark said in a lowered voice as if he were about to do something wrong.

He handed the permission slip to his dad, hoping that the other party would be in a good mood and would be kind enough to sign it.

"I'm sorry. I can't let you do that, Clark."

Jonathan Kent, Clark's father, scratched his hair, looked at his wife, shook his head, and refused.

"Why?!"

Clark looked disappointed and questioned loudly.

This wasn't the first time.

When he was a child, he wanted to sign up for the baseball team, but he didn't get his parents' permission.

Later, they still wouldn't let him play soccer, basketball, and other sports.

This was why Clark was often called a 'nerd' by his classmates at school.

Although he did well in his lessons and won the teacher's favor...

But he never participated in after-school activities, which also attracted a lot of criticism and why he didn't have many friends.

"You know why, Clark."

Jonathan Kent had a complicated look. Since childhood, his son was different from other children.

At the age of 8, he could lift the jeep parked in the yard.

If he was angry, he could crush steel with his hands.

Jonathan clearly remembered that Clark accidentally fell into a grain harvesting machine once; it was supposed to be a bloody tragedy.

But when he quickly stopped the machine and ran over to see, he found his son safe and sound.

Instead, the machine was stuck, and blades were bent as if they had hit something hard.

Later, Clark grew up some more and gradually became even more extraordinary.

This made Jonathan very worried for a while, fearing that others would discover his son's super ability and they would regard him as a freak.

He had this idea because Clark wasn't his and his wife's own flesh and blood.

Over a decade ago, a baby aboard a spaceship crashed into the Kent farm, bringing with it a rain of meteorites that nearly destroyed the town.

It was the second time that something like that was discovered in Kansas, and there was another sometime before.

A huge crater appeared in the cornfield of the Kent farm, which was suspected to be the site of meteorite impact.

But the police who came to investigate afterward didn't find any debris left behind.

This had also become an unsolved mystery in the small town, giving rise to rumors like aliens descending to Earth.

"I'll hold back, Dad! Cut my speed in half and never ram into anyone ..."

Clark still tried to persuade his parents but still failed to achieve his goal. He had to pick up his backpack and walk out of the house with a sense of loss.

The unluckiest thing was that the school bus that was supposed to wait for him had already left, raising a huge cloud of smoke and dust.

"Clark, missed the bus? I wouldn't mind giving you a ride."

The sound of a car horn brought frustrated Clark back to reality as a young man wearing sunglasses greeted him.

The other party was sitting on a stylish yellow Chevrolet Camaro, and his body was filled with the confident temperament of a successful person.

"Mr. Cavill ..."

Clark was a little embarrassed. The young man lived right next to the Kent farm, a neighbor of sorts.

According to his father, Mr. Cavil was a rich man from Metropolis who had a successful career and often appeared on the news.

"I told you. Just call me Luke."

The young man snapped his fingers and kindly said, "I'm not much older than you. Hurry up, or you'll be late."

Clark hesitated for a moment but still pulled the door open and sat in.

"Mr. Cav... Luke, are you back in town for a vacation?"

The sunny boy took the initiative to find a topic. The other party spent most of his time in Metropolis, busy with business.

The luxurious villa in the small town, as well as a large field nearby, were left vacant.

"I just finished a business meeting with LexCorp, and stopped by your school's ribbon-cutting -- I donated a library."

Luke spoke in a plain, boring tone.

"Ah, you're so ... passionate about it."

The last half of Clark's sentence was held in his mouth and turned into a compliment.

"It's just a small token of appreciation."

Luke waved his hand to show that it was no big deal.

With a hidden gaze, he surveyed his young Kryptonian cousin.

The other party was a little better than the skinny Superman in the Flashpoint world, in the development of strength, speed, and various senses.

As a rough estimate, it probably stayed at the most basic level.

Without training, Clark may not even have mastered the ability to fly but very passively absorb the sun's rays.

"Clark, you don't seem to like sports very much."

Luke said softly with the corners of his mouth hooked up.

"At your age, I was already a starter on the team."

Hearing that, Clark's eyes dimmed.

He couldn't be a part of the fierce, passionate sports competitions.

The question was, if a guy, who could lift a jeep with one hand, collided with his opponent, what would happen?

"I like reading books and studying astronomy."

Clark whispered.

"My house is quite big; there is a lot of fitness equipment left behind; you can come and play when you have time."

Luke had been in this time and space for some time, and he found that he had arrived on Earth earlier than Superman.

So, by accumulating wealth, he bought some farmland beside the Kent farm and became Clark's father's neighbor.

Then, he went to Metropolis and quickly accumulated wealth through the stock market and financial equities.

No one hated a good life, let alone in 'the land of the free' where capital was paramount.

Money may not be an all-purpose pass, but without it, there wasn't much people could do.

"Thank you, Luke."

After zooming all the way to school, Clark thanked him politely before getting out of the car.

He didn't know why. Every time he saw this famous young entrepreneur from Metropolis, it always gave him a sense of familiarity.

"Don't mention it, Clark."

Luke waved his hand. He had already flown around the world, fighting to get as much information as possible.

At this time, there wasn't even a shadow of the Justice League.

Gotham's Batman may be traveling around the world at the moment.

Superheroes in other cities were also in their development stage.

The reason why he stayed in this small town in Kansas wasn't just for his Kryptonian cousin.

Superman's arrival also brought a mysterious meteorite shower.

Luke even found traces of kryptonite. It was not just green Kryptonite that weakened and incapacitated Kryptonians.

Kryptonite with other effects other colors also appeared.

This was a collection worth collecting!

Luke felt that he was well on his way to becoming the biggest Kryptonite collector besides Lex Luthor.

In case he got the Ultraman Superman card, it could also be used as a snack stockpile for fun.