American comic book: My Father is Superman, am I just an NPC?

Chapter 9 Going to School and My Deskmate, the Delinquent Girl
The next day.

early morning.

Soft sunlight streamed into the Kent family's kitchen.

Louise, the hostess, got up early, filled with love for her family, and prepared a hearty breakfast for her three children. Humming a cheerful tune, she walked to the kitchen and opened the cupboard door. The star reporter expected to see a plethora of ingredients, but the sight before her made her smile freeze instantly.

I saw.

The cupboard is very clean.

The cleanliness is almost ridiculously excessive.

Even the cereal and cookie boxes were completely empty. Louise rubbed her eyes to make sure she was awake, then rushed to the refrigerator in the kitchen.

Milk, frozen pizza, eggs, frozen chicken nuggets… none of those were available. All that was left were a few boxes of their own face masks, and the boxes were open, as if someone had been spying on them to see if there was any food inside.

"How is this going?"

Louise gasped, a sense of foreboding washing over her—her first thought was that a thief had broken in, so she quickly checked the house for valuables. Fortunately, none of the valuables were missing; unfortunately, there was nothing left in the house that could be considered food.

Louise checked the doors and windows, and there were no signs of forced entry.

“Clark!” Louise stood in the middle of the living room, her brow furrowed. She couldn’t understand how a thief could only steal food and not touch anything else.
at this time.

Clark, who heard his shout, yawned and went downstairs.

"Didn't you hear anything unusual last night?" Louise looked at her superhuman husband. A man who could hear shouts from every corner of the city shouldn't be indifferent to a burglary in his home.

"There might be rats."

Clark glanced at the kitchen and already understood why Louise had asked the question. His expression was strange, and he seemed hesitant to speak, but in the end, he chose to make up an absurd reason.

"mouse?"

Louise was so angry she almost laughed.

"It's alright, leave it to me." Clark quickly disappeared from the spot. From Louise's perspective, he only left for a few seconds, and the next moment he returned home carrying a large pile of ingredients.

"Ok?"

Louise looked at her husband suspiciously. She suspected that Clark had eaten all the food in the house last night because of his craving for pigs. Otherwise, there was no way to explain why the food had mysteriously disappeared.

I'm interested in asking a question.

However, because of her shouting earlier, her eldest son Jonathan and second son Jordan were also getting ready and coming downstairs. Neither she nor Clark planned to let their children know her husband's identity so soon.

I'll settle the score with you tonight!

Louise gave Clark a look, then turned and went into the kitchen to start frying eggs.

Good morning, Mom and Dad.

Jonathan walked to the refrigerator and took out a carton of milk that had perhaps been blessed by Superman's "freezing breath" from the refrigerator that Clark had already filled.

Jordan sat silently at the table and waited for the meal to be served.

"Jordan, go wake Ian up."

Louise, busy at the stove, spoke without looking up.

Ian's older brother, Jordan, was still a little sleepy, propping his face up with one hand and looking drowsy. "I heard him leaving early this morning," he said.

Hear the words.

Louise frowned.

"Wasn't we supposed to let him rest at home for a few days?"

Her tone carried a hint of worry. At that moment, Clark, his face expressionless, was also helping her, bringing plates of fried eggs and toast to the two children. "You can't keep a nerd in check; he just loves studying," Jordan shrugged, a subtle admiration in his voice—he genuinely admired his younger brother; after all that missile-launching chaos last night, he still managed to get up early and go to school today.

No wonder this guy gets such good grades!
“Let me talk to Ian tonight,” Jonathan said, taking on the responsibility of being the older brother as he mixed milk and coffee into his protein powder.

As a rugby player.

This is a standard breakfast.

Flesh and blood are bitter and weak.

He must rely on technology and ruthless skill to break through the fierce competition on the court.

……

Metropolitan public high school.

Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting bright patches of light on the desks. There were only a few people in the classroom, and Ian was resting his chin on his hand, staring at the system panel that only he could see.

[Special Class: Berserker LV1 [6/10]]

It can only be said that this leveling speed did not meet his expectations. There was nothing he could do about it; he simply couldn't exploit the system's bug and become a perpetual leveling machine.

"Although I don't have a mana bar, my skills obviously can't be used indefinitely either." Ian sighed slightly, looking as melancholy as if he had aged eighteen years in one go.

"First, I need to strengthen my body." Ian silently calculated in his mind, "Although my body is already much stronger than before, only with a stronger physique can I withstand more ferocious leveling methods, allowing my extraordinary profession to level up faster, so that I can smoothly 'bang bang bang' punch my dad twice when my rebellious phase arrives."

Ambitious Ian was making plans for his adolescence. Just as he was pondering this, a strong scent of perfume approached, and he knew without turning around that it was his deskmate coming to school.

"Hey, isn't this Ian who skipped class all day? Where did you go yesterday?" Madison Montgomery plopped down next to him, his long blond hair whipping out in a dazzling arc.

"metropolis."

Ian didn't turn around, and gave a dry response.

"What fun things could there be in the metropolis that would make a study fanatic like you miss Monday's class?" Madison scoffed and rolled her eyes dramatically.

She wore a meticulously applied makeup today, with her mascara applied to separate each lash, and her lips painted a vibrant fuchsia. She even deliberately left two buttons undone on her school uniform shirt.

It revealed a necklace that was of a more upscale, bourgeois quality.

"I went to Hollywood on Saturday and Sunday. Although I didn't meet any talent scouts, I did run into a guy who was even more handsome than you in front of a bar called 'Light Bar'." Madison is a girl who loves to share, though most of the time her desire to share is to satisfy her vanity.

"However, as handsome as he is, that man is not my type, especially since he refused to let me into his bar because I am a minor, which is really speechless."

"In your words, he's just a slut. Please, if I walk out like this, who would think I'm only fourteen? I've already sneaked into bars in the Metropolis twice!"

This is not.

What you want to show off may be late, but it will come eventually.

Ian wasn't particularly interested in bars, but he was still drawn in by Madison's words. The boy stared at his classmate with a rather surprised look in his eyes.

"I must say, little punk, you're really brave." Ian praised her sincerely, even putting down his book and giving his courageous deskmate a thumbs up.

Madison paused for a moment.

"Of course!"

She then responded triumphantly.

Clearly, the blonde girl thought Ian was referring to her daring to go to the bar. However, in reality, Ian's heart skipped a beat when he heard the name "Bar of Light." If Ian remembered correctly, the people living there were among the few beings his father couldn't defeat on Earth.

This is at least the case under normal circumstances.

(End of this chapter)