American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 68 Clark: DIO, I miss you.

"Hey! Don't just stand there and say nothing!"

Chloe didn't care about the subtle atmosphere. She giggled, bent down, quickly rolled up a fluffy snowball, and threw it at Louise without warning.

"What are you daydreaming about, sister!"

"Crack~"

The snowball hit Louise's forehead accurately, and the broken snow and ice crystals flew everywhere, staining her dark brown bangs.

"Chloe!"

Louise's face flushed when her thoughts were interrupted, and she immediately squatted down unwilling to be outdone.

"You think your sister doesn't know how to play snowballs?"

She fought back quickly, her movements a bit clumsy but full of energy, like a city girl.

A snowball war broke out instantly.

The two men screamed and laughed as they chased and dodged clumsily in the snow that was above their calves.

Snowballs flew in the air, hitting clothes and hats, making slight muffled sounds.

The pure white snow was soon covered with messy footprints and snowball marks.

Clark stood aside, watching them laugh carefreely, and a shy smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

The winter sun poured down on him unobstructed, bringing a strange, indescribable feeling of warmth and fullness.

Every cell in his body seemed to be greedily sipping this golden energy.

This feeling made him feel comfortable all over, like soaking in warm water, but it also brought about subtle troubles -

The soft touch of the snow pile under his feet was magnified countless times, and every tiny vibration was transmitted clearly; the girls' crisp laughter and the sound of snowballs breaking through the air became extremely loud and even a little harsh in his ears; a snowball that Chloe threw off target, and in his eyes, the trajectory of its flight was as slow as a slow motion in a movie.

But Clark wanted to join them and be a part of this simple happiness.

So he bent down and carefully picked up a ball of snow.

The snow felt cool and fluffy in his palms.

Gently pinch
This was what he had been practicing—controlling his strength.

Just like Dad and Uncle Locke taught me, just like a normal person.

but.
At the moment when his fingertips subconsciously closed, invisible waves directly enveloped the fluffy snowball.

"crunch~"

An extremely slight compression sound came from the palm of the hand!
The originally loose snowflake structure was actually compacted instantly after being wrapped by the biological force field, with the unconscious force applied!

It turned into an extremely hard and smooth small ice ball!
strength…

It rose again.

Clark was startled by the feeling of loss of control and quickly relaxed his fingers.

While no one was paying attention, he quickly threw the hard 'snowball' into the thick snow at his feet and buried it, then picked up a ball of soft snow again.

This time, he was doubly careful and pinched a loose snowball with his hands loose.

"Clark! Don't just look at it!"

Chloe laughed as a snowball whizzed towards his face.

It's almost instinct!
Clark's body reacted faster than his mind.

He could clearly judge the trajectory, speed and landing point of the snowball without thinking.

He can spin, jump, and even dodge with his eyes closed.
It can be faster!

It was as fast as a shadow, so fast that they couldn't see it at all.

But no!
Uncle Locke's words echoed in his ears: "Control, Clark. Power is a tool, not an identity."

“The greatest strength of being human is our ability to exercise restraint.”

An incredible thing happened! Just a moment before his body was about to make that illogical, lightning-fast dodge, Clark forcibly suppressed the surging impulse with his willpower.

Superintelligence beats superpower today!
"puff!"

The snowball hit his raised forearm hard, but with little force, and cold snow flakes scattered everywhere.

"Haha! Hit it!"

Chloe jumped up proudly, her little face flushed with excitement and cold.

Clark swung his arms and grinned, trying to smile naturally.

But only he himself knew that the forced 'slowdown' and 'clumsy' performance just now took more energy and willpower to suppress the instinctive dodge than if he had dodged it easily.

But it's very useful.
He can play happily with everyone.

"It's my turn!"

Clark shouted back, bending down to make another snowball.

He aimed in Chloe's direction and deliberately slowed down his speed before throwing it out.

The snowball drew an arc with impeccable accuracy and just the right speed.

Not fast, not slow, just like a normal boy would throw it.

Causing Chloe to dodge away with a scream of laughter.

"Hey! You throw it really well!"

A clear female voice suddenly sounded beside him.

Clark's heart skipped a beat.

I saw that the school newspaper reporter had stopped throwing balls at Chloe at some point and was standing a few steps away from me.

Lois's sharp eyes watched thoughtfully as Clark's hand, which had just thrown the snowball, finally landed back on the boy's face.

She seemed to have just seen...

The moment Clark threw the snowball, its trajectory in the air seemed a little too stable?

What does a straight line look like?
Why doesn't it spin or drift a little like other snowballs due to uneven force?

And the way he made the snowball seemed...

Be extra careful?

Is this some special technique?

Clark's heart skipped a beat. He tried to maintain an innocent smile, but his heart was beating faster.

"Not... not bad, huh? I've got practice with throwing bales of hay on the farm all the time."

He tried to explain it by referring to farm life.

But Louise didn't say anything. She just tilted her little head, her dark brown curly hair hanging down, focusing on Clark like a spotlight, with an almost instinctive curiosity, like a beagle who had discovered something new.

At this moment, Chloe made another huge snowball and aimed it at Louise with a wicked smile:

"Sister! Watch out!"

"what!"

Attracted by the sudden attack, Louise quickly turned to deal with Chloe.

Clark breathed a sigh of relief and felt as if fine beads of sweat had seeped out of his back, quickly turning cold in the cold air.

He watched Louise run away, a complex emotion flashing in his blue eyes.
How scary! What kind of job is a journalist?
This girl's observation ability is so sharp that she almost saw through the flaws while we were just playing around.

This made him feel for the first time that hiding oneself was not just about working on the farm, but also about getting along with others, especially with smart people like Louise.
Walking on thin ice.

Ugh.
As expected, he still prefers playing with Dio.

At least with Dio, he didn't have to be on edge all the time, worrying about whether he would be elbowed and knocked away by his brother.

(End of this chapter)