Chapter 8 I’m overthinking it (3k)

Author: Purple Sweet Potato Can Fly

Chapter 8 I’m overthinking it (3k)

A bar full of feasting and dancing.

After escaping from home, Clark's walking dead walked in. Unable to accept the reality, he now wanted to get drunk and forget everything.

I heard people say that when you are drunk you can think about nothing.

"You are only eighteen years old, and the state government cannot sell you hard liquor according to state law."

The bartender glanced at Clark's ID, raised his eyes and said, "Want a beer?"

"As long as it's wine."

After taking back his ID, Clark, who was in despair, urged the bartender to bring it up quickly.

On the dance floor, men and women were dancing with passion, and in the booths, there were people playing drinking games excitedly.

All the hustle and bustle had nothing to do with him. Clark only felt lost and lonely, like a lone wolf that had strayed from the pack.

Unspeakable pain filled my heart.

"Is everything fake?"

Recalling the scenes of my past life with my parents and younger brother.

He never belonged to that family, and he didn't even belong to the planet he grew up on.

When he was a child, Clark once wondered why other people couldn't lift a truck and would be injured if they fell from several floors of a small building. His parents and younger brother were also different from him. Now he has the answer.

Because he has no blood relationship with his father and younger brother.

"I'm just an alien monster picked up by my parents."

Beside the dimly lit bar, Clark's eyes were red and he looked absently at the name Clark Kent on his ID card.

His surname is not Kent at all, and his name should not even be in this form. He should have a name that is weird to people on earth.

Among the billions of people on the earth, no one is his kindred, no one is his hometown...

"Why?"

Clark, who was extremely emotionally unstable, clenched his fists angrily. Was this God fooling him?

Why is he not from Earth? Why can't he be a relative connected by blood with his parents and younger brother?

How he hoped that everything his father told him today was false. When he woke up tomorrow morning, he would still be able to taste the apple pie carefully made by his mother. He would still ride the school bus and bicker with his brother to go to school, and come back to help his father with some farm work.

The days are dull and fulfilling.

"Why is my life suddenly shattered?"

Suddenly telling him this bad news, how could he go back to that home and enjoy his parents' love for him with peace of mind.

The confused and angry Clark suddenly had the urge to vent his anger by punching and destroying.

at this time.

"Clark!"

A hand patted his shoulder.

"It's really you."

Clark turned to look, and saw Whitney and several team members holding beers in their hands and with evil smiles on their faces, as if they saw the weak rabbit's hounds, vaguely surrounding him.

"Clark, why are you drinking alone here?"

Whitney held a beer in one hand and put her arm around Clark's neck, as if she was very intimate, but her arms were secretly strong.

"Whitney, don't bother me now."

To his surprise, Clark, whose neck should have been pinched so painfully, remained motionless. His body seemed to be made of steel, and he opened Whitney's hand.

Although someone came up to provoke him just as he was about to destroy something to vent, the future Superman, who has been taught well by the Jonathans for more than ten years and has a kind heart, endured it and did not fight back.

"I have good news for you, Clark."

Whitney was staggered, and the beer in his hand sloshed and spilled to the ground. He felt humiliated in front of everyone and was very angry.

"I've decided that this year's scarecrow will be you!"

His eyes signaled several football players to put down their beers and take Clark away by force.

"I told you, don't mess with me!"

The loud rock music in the bar penetrated into his ears. Clark stood up suddenly and grabbed Whitney's collar. There was anger in his eyes, and he could hardly control himself and wanted to take action.

But suddenly, Whitney's collar was pulled open, revealing a familiar green crystal necklace.

Kryptonite radiation enveloped him.

"ah……"

Clark lost all his divine power rapidly, and his expression was uncomfortable and painful. The hand close to the kryptonite even had abnormal blood vessel protrusions that turned green, as if he had been poisoned.

In the flickering light, Whitney didn't notice this, punched the weak man to the ground, and straightened his clothes in contempt.

"So what if I mess with you, Clark."

He knelt down and grabbed Clark, his low voice filled with jealousy and ferocity.

"I have long noticed the way you look at my girlfriend, and I know what you are thinking.

Whose girlfriend do you think she is?"

The high school football game is about to take place, and Lana gives her boyfriend the meteorite crystal necklace she has worn since childhood, hoping to show her love and protect him from overcoming obstacles in the game, winning the championship, and being discovered by scouts.

As a result, Clark tasted the power of kryptonite again.

"You really want her necklace?"

Noticing that the uncomfortable Clark had been staring at the necklace around his neck, thinking that he was jealous and sour in his heart, Whitney sneered and hung the necklace around his neck, humiliating him severely.

"Then I'll give it to you. You can only get so close to Lana."

"Take him away."

He stood up and called some football players, then lifted up Clark, who was even more miserable, and took him away from the back door.

There are many people here, and Whitney plans to take Clark to a remote cornfield and teach him a lesson.

"I will teach you to put away your wishful thinking!"

Suddenly, a voice that seemed to have no emotion came.

"Where are you taking Clark? Whitney."

"David?"

Seeing a figure walking slowly with his hands in the pockets of a brown jacket, Whitney was a little surprised and then sneered.

"Since you took the initiative to send me to my door, I will take you with me."

Let Clark see how he implicated his brother because of his inappropriate thoughts.

David's expression remained calm, as if he didn't hear what he was about to do.

"David, let's go."

Clark, who was awkwardly held up and was too weak to even stand firm, saw his brother holding back the pain and quickly shouted, "You can't beat them."

Whitney and his team of five are all strong football team members. He doesn't want to see his younger brother being bullied.

[Eagerness from Clark +18, Regret +13,...]

"I originally thought that you might not be able to bear what happened today, and would degenerate and take another path, causing some trouble for the family."

Ignoring Whitney and others, David looked at him, raised his eyebrows and said slowly.

"Now it seems I was overthinking it, Clark."

Even facing several high school students holding kryptonite, he was still able to defeat them.

"superior."

Seeing his attitude of ignoring her, Whitney couldn't help but feel angry.

"Show him how powerful you are."

Two tall and muscular rugby players with fierce faces rushed forward like wolves and tigers, one on the left and the other on the right, and punched him.

The movement at the bar finally attracted some people's attention. Many people looked over, clapped and cheered, and it was not a big deal to watch the excitement.

"Okay, let's fight!"

Fights always happen in places like bars.

David stood on the spot, swaying his body to avoid the fist of the first person, and struck out with a backhand as fast as lightning.

Bang!
To be continued...