American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 91, Chapter 88.8: Luther: I have returned from hell, Clark.

"Brother Clark! Kitty just bowed to me!"

After sending Xiaoju to the animal shelter, Sarafiel rushed over like a little cannonball, not caring that the strap of her schoolbag had slipped to her elbow. Her soft black hair stood up excitedly in the autumn wind, like a dandelion with its hair blown off.

Clark squatted down reflexively and caught his brother who was flying towards him, but was slightly loosened by the strong impact.

Is this little guy on rocket fuel? He's been growing so fast lately!
He muttered to himself.

"Oh, I forgot to ask. Why are you picking me up today?" Sarafiel raised his head, his obsidian eyes sparkling. "Don't you usually train until sunset?"

"Also, did you just sneak some mints?!"

"this one"

Clark scratched the tip of his nose, the chaotic scene in the locker room that afternoon flashing before his eyes.

When he announced that he would not attend training today, his teammates whistled collectively, and the captain even stuffed a whole box of mints into his clothes.

“A must-have for fresh breath!”

The note reads:
-
The golden glow of the setting sun filled the country road. Clark held Sarafel's little hand and walked slowly home.

Sarafiel was jumping up and down, concentrating on playing with his own long shadow.

Clark's gaze drifted towards the golden waves of wheat rolling in the distance, and his thoughts were as erratic as ears of wheat blown away by the wind.

It wasn't until the corner of his clothes was grabbed by a small force that he suddenly came to his senses.

"Brother Clark."

Sarafiel tilted her head, her small hands still clutching the wrinkled hem of his shirt. "You're walking with your hands and feet tied to yours, aren't you?"

"Ah? Is there any?"

"Um"

"Sarafil"

Clark squatted down and looked at his brother level, his blue eyes showing a rare bit of distress, "You know"

"Don't worry about that for now..." Sarafiel nodded seriously, then stood on tiptoe and stretched out her little hand to touch Clark's forehead, "Do you have a fever? Brother Dio said that idiots don't have fevers, but what if you are an evolved idiot..."

"I'm not stupid, Sarafiel." Clark took Sarafiel's hand unhappily and hesitated for a while. He looked straight into his brother's pure black eyes. His blue eyes rarely revealed a kind of tangle of shyness and trouble that was unique to adolescent boys. "Do you know how..."

"how?"

Sarafiel frowned in confusion, and the dried paint on the cuffs of his Tang suit fell down with his movements.

Taking a deep breath, Clark seemed to have made up his mind. He lowered his voice, with a guilty conscience:
"Do you… do you know how… um how to ask a girl out?"

"Invite a girl?" The five-year-old boy blinked his big eyes, as if he had heard the simplest question in the world. "Why not just go up and say, 'I want to play with you'? That's how I used to invite people to play with building blocks."

"And the last time I was watching TV, I heard a famous star named Cavill say—" Sarafiel frowned and pondered, "If you like a girl, just ask her out. This trick has always worked for me."

Clark opened his mouth: "It's that simple?"

"It's that simple." Sarafiel nodded vigorously, the tuft of black hair on the end of her hair swaying. "Last week, I even treated Lucy to some of my bear cookies! After she ate them, she immediately agreed to join me in taking care of the chickens in the school chicken coop."

"Brother, your method is wrong."

"In my opinion," Shendu whispered in his ear, "Brother Clark wants a simpler method."

"With his physical fitness, he could have knocked that girl out directly. Isn't that an invitation?"

"Shendu! You are wrong. What my brother wants is..."

And looking at Sarafiel who was biting his fingers and daydreaming.

Clark covered his face with his hands in despair, feeling that his IQ was being rubbed to the ground by his brother's childish words.

Oh, God……

What the hell was I doing? I was asking a five-year-old how to approach a girl...

"What if..." His voice was muffled in his hands, filled with a deep sense of frustration. "What if my heart starts beating like a drum, my legs become weak as noodles, and I can't even speak clearly when I get close to that girl?"

"Weak legs?!"

Sarafiel suddenly gasped, his eyes widening like black grapes, as if he had discovered some earth-shattering secret! He pointed his little hand at Clark, his voice rising an octave:

"Brother Clark, are you in love with——!"

"Woo!"

The second half of the earth-shattering words were covered back into Sarafiel's mouth by Clark's quick hands!

The little lizard on the treetop in the distance was stunned and fluttered across the branches.

The boy blinked into his brother's palm, and his eyelashes made Clark's palm itchy.

"It's not what you think!"

Being teased by his five-year-old brother made even Clark's ears turn red like pickled tomatoes. "It's the football team! Homecoming! The cheerleading squad!"

He gestured incoherently.

"If Lana Long doesn't participate, I'll own my football uniform"

"I understand." Sarafiel pried open Clark's fingers, her face as serious as a little judge: "So, Clark didn't want to wash his stinky socks, so he tricked Lana into being his girlfriend?"

"Well, Sarafiel, you finally..."

"What a lie! I invited her! I invited her to be a cheerleader, how can she be my girlfriend?! Sarafil, what's the connection?"

"what?"

Sarafiel blinked innocently.

Clark's voice suddenly stopped, and his eyes passed over his brother's head and were fixed on the figure on the river bank in front.

The setting sun melts into gold, sprinkling on the winding river surface, making the waves sparkle.

A familiar figure stood on the river bank.

The girl gazed at the shimmering river alone, the setting sun dyeing her long chestnut hair a golden red. She wore a light blue dress, the hem swaying in the wind, outlining her slender figure.

Lana Long.
Why is she here?

Clark's heart skipped a beat, and he felt guilty.

"Oh~"

Sensitively noticing his brother's distraction, Sarafiel followed Clark's gaze and a sly smile immediately appeared on his face. He tugged at Clark's clothes with his little hands and said, "It's her~"

"You little devil."

Rubbing his brother's head unhappily, Clark's heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

He took a deep breath and encouraged himself secretly:

Indecisiveness leads to disaster.

Sarafir is right, you don't need to use any tricks!
Clark Kent!
Overcome the inexplicable weakness in your legs in your most sincere way!
For football!
However, just as he was about to take a step— "BOOM—!!!"

A sharp, piercing roar of an engine, nearly tearing the eardrums apart, suddenly exploded, violently shattering the tranquility of the evening! Without any warning, it roared out from the bushes on the river bank!

It was a silver supercar that seemed to have broken free from its reins!
"boom!"

The tires rolled over the grass, stirring up a cloud of green grass and dirt. The front of the car, like a bloodthirsty beast, was heading straight and unstoppably towards the defenseless slender figure on the shore.

Lana!

It was as if time had been slowed down.

Clark could clearly see Lana's slow motion as she turned her head in shock at the sound, count each of her chestnut hairs that instantly rose up in extreme fear, and even hear the roar of his own blood surging in his eardrums!
"Be careful--!"

The body is one step faster than the brain!
He rushed out like an arrow, so fast that only a blurry afterimage was left in Sarafiel's eyes!

But at the same time, when he was infinitely close to Lana.
That familiar, annoying feeling of weakness and powerlessness once again swept over his body like a tide, almost making him kneel to the ground!
But fortunately, at the critical moment, he took advantage of the huge inertia of the sprint and flew out almost parallel to the ground!

Just at the moment before the ferocious front of the car was about to swallow the girl, Clark's arms were like iron hoops, wrapping around her slender waist with all his strength!
"what!"

They fell heavily onto the soft muddy ground on the river bank, and rolled several times, barely avoiding the deadly trajectory of the steel monster roaring past!
The pungent smell of burning rubber and flying dust filled the air.

Frightened by this sudden turn of events, Lana's heart was pounding wildly.

She lay in Clark's arms in shock, breathing rapidly.

The afterglow of the setting sun outlined the boy's taut jaw. The familiar scent mixed with the smell of grass and sweat instantly penetrated the fog of fear and hit a dusty corner deep in her memory.

Her pupils shrank suddenly, and she almost blurted out, her voice trembling with disbelief and a hint of anticipation that she herself hadn't even noticed:
"Clark?! Is that you?"

The girl's warm breath brushed against the boy's neck, carrying a faint citrus scent.

But at this moment Clark had no time to think about the meaning of this sentence!
“Boom—crash!!!”

A loud crash was heard! The out-of-control Lamborghini plunged into the turbulent river, sending up a huge splash before being quickly swallowed by the murky water!
"Stay here and don't move!"

Pushing Lana away, Clark rolled and crawled towards the river bank, his legs still shaking violently uncontrollably.

He has to save people!

There are people in the water!
He turned over and went into the water, the moment he touched the river water!
The strange feeling of powerlessness that almost nailed him to the ground disappeared without a trace in an instant like the receding tide!
strength!

A surging and familiar sense of power instantly filled every part of his body!

Without any hesitation, Clark plunged into the muddy river like a nimble swordfish.

The river water instantly became as transparent as air in his eyes. He paddled easily and caught up with the rapidly sinking sports car in the blink of an eye.

Inside the car, a bald young man in an expensive suit, his face as pale as paper, was banging in vain on the car door that was sealed tightly by water pressure. Oxygen bubbles flowed out of his mouth like pearls of despair, and his eyes were filled with the fear of impending death.

Without any fancy moves, Clark just clenched his fist, gathered his strength to recover, and punched the driver's window hard!

“Bang!”

The hard explosion-proof glass shattered!

This is the guy.
Looks familiar? Where have you seen it?

A vague thought flashed through Clark's mind.

But there is no time to think too much, after all, saving lives is the most important thing now!

He leaned in, grabbed the other person's wet collar, and kicked his feet hard on the roof of the car!
"Wow——!"

The two of them broke through the water like cannonballs!

The last ray of sunset light also sank completely below the horizon at this moment, dyeing the sky a sad blood red, as if drawing a heavy end to this thrilling accident.

"Cough cough cough vomit. Cough cough"

The bald young man lay on the shore in a miserable state like a dying fish, coughing violently and vomiting the foul river water.

His expensive suit was covered with mud and weeds, sticking to his body wetly, looking extremely funny.

However, when he finally caught his breath, he raised his head and looked at the young man who was soaking wet and looking at him with anger.

His gray-blue pupils suddenly contracted!
Astonishment and disbelief eventually turned into ecstasy of surviving the disaster!

"Clark Kent!"

He let out a hoarse cry of surprise, as if he had seen a long-lost relative.

"It was really you?! You saved me?!"

"Who are you?!" Hearing the other party calling out his name, Clark's anger disappeared by half. He stared at the other party's bald head carefully.

"Lex! It's you!" he exclaimed in surprise.

"You're finally back! My friends!"

"Where's Uncle Lionel?! Ms. Grey said you've been in the Asia-Africa region for the past few years! Did you know that Uncle Locke and Dad miss you so much? It's really hard to say how come we can't even see your shadow!"

"And what's the status of your group's Human Rebirth Project? Is your company really about to become the light of humanity?!"

Lex didn't answer Clark's barrage of questions.

He just stumbled to his feet and suddenly opened his arms and hugged Clark tightly.

"I'm back! Clark, Dio." Lex's voice exploded in Clark's ears, hoarse with a strange tremor, "I finally got out of that damn place!"

Clark stiffened.

Why did my childhood friend say this as if he had crawled back from hell?
On the distant river bank, Lana stood there at a loss, her long chestnut hair still dripping with water.

She was happy to be saved by Clark again. She wanted to thank him very much. After all, that boy had always been out of her reach.
but.
Shouldn't she be the protagonist of this accident now? !
Why do I feel like an abrupt bystander at this moment?

Just as the awkwardness was spreading, Lana suddenly felt the hem of her skirt being gently tugged.

"Hello, sister~"

"Whee!"

Lana looked down and saw a little black-haired boy covered in paint looking up at her, with two small fangs showing at the corners of his grinning mouth.

The setting sun danced on his eyelashes, making his obsidian eyes look especially bright.
"My name is Sarafiel Kent." He took out a bear biscuit from his pocket with his dirty little hands. "Want some?"

"Thank you, young gentleman."

She took the cookie and smiled, "You're so cute."

"right?"

Sarafiel puffed out his chest proudly, "I am one of the few gentlemen in our Kent family!"

On the riverbank, Lex let go of Clark.

He looked over Clark's shoulder, staring at Sarafiel who was interacting with Lana, his gray-blue pupils churning with indescribable emotions: "Is that Sarafiel?"

Five years have passed. The baby who was held in Uncle Locke's arms back then can now give people cookies?
It's been five years.
He finally crawled away from his father.

(End of this chapter)