Twelve years later, Clark Kent has shown his unique talent since childhood.

With an IQ of more than 160, he can achieve the best results in any course in biology, chemistry, physics, mathematics, or history.

At the age of twelve, he has won numerous national awards, skipped three consecutive grades, completed all high school courses in five months, and was selected as a student representative at the graduation ceremony.

Not only is his academic excellence, but his physique is also amazing. He has grown to 1.7 meters at the age of twelve. His strong body does not look like he is twelve, but like he is sixteen or even seventeen.

If it weren't for his slightly immature face, I'm afraid no one would believe that he was only twelve years old.

So after graduating from high school this year, he received an invitation from a world-renowned university.

In college life, a colorful world came to me. For the first time, Clark knew that there were so many fun things in this world.

As all the stories tell, Clark is obsessed with a girl with long blonde hair like a waterfall and a pair of charming and brilliant eyes like sapphire.

Clark felt that he was crazy about falling in love with the school cheerleader, obsessed with the other person's words, face, and body.

But at the age of twelve, he doesn't understand women at all, nor does he understand what it means to pursue women.

He could only approach the girl in his clumsy way, go to and finish classes with the girl, help the girl and her companions take seats, make up for the girl's homework, and get off school with the girl.

Finally, his efforts succeeded, and he was regarded by the girl as his closest... best friend.

The sad Clark could only hide behind the girl, listened to the girl's little secrets, and watched the girl change one boyfriend after another.

Until that bloody American youth comedy scene happened.

"Clark, can you accompany me to the hospital?"

Looking at the girl in front of her with a pale face and a slightly raised belly, Clark felt that her heart seemed to be torn in half.

"Who is it?"

The girl was unwilling to say that after Clark came back from the hospital, he frantically inquired about the other party's identity, and finally found out who the person was.

The basketball team quarterback, the grandson of Wall Street giant, is surrounded by campus stars among countless auras.

‘Maybe this is a pair of talented women.’ The twelve-year-old boy had to go back to the dormitory and return to his bed to heal himself.

He was educated by morality, gentlemanly spirit, equality between men and women, and human rights and freedom, and had to respect love, respect the other party, and respect the girl's choice.

But when the girl called her to go to the mountain to see the stars, he still agreed without hesitation.

She looked at the stars, he looked at her.

She said, "Do you love me? I know you love me."

Clark didn't speak, but just looked at the girl with a flushed face.

"If you love me, just jump from here."

Clark looked at the hillside more than ten meters high and jumped down without hesitation.

As soon as he stood up as he rolled down the hillside, countless flashes enveloped him.

The quarterback hugged the girl and looked at him with dozens of college students laughing.

"You're stupid."

"Look at this idiot, you'll be the headlines of the entire school tomorrow."

"Little Potato, do you want to kneel down and lick me xx?" The quarterback looked at Clark mockingly and made a waist-thrusting action.

The girl looked at Clark with apologetic expression and said, "Clark, don't come to me in the future. Mike doesn't like me getting too close to other boys."

The unique vitality and youth of college students turned into wanton ridicule and ridicule, overwhelmingly pressing towards Clark.

But at this moment, Clark laughed. Something in his mind was broken.

The damaged information data was finally repaired at this moment, and the black airflow floated between Clark's eyes.

During the twelve years of this earth, the originally damaged information was only constantly accumulating energy under Zuo Qingcang's operation.

When the data was finally repaired, the energy accumulated for twelve years burst out like a surging explosion, Clark's body increased and became stronger at a speed that he could not even imagine.

In the blink of an eye, he has become a powerful person in the training of the weak, and then he is still becoming stronger and continues to become stronger.

No one around the college students noticed this, for them, women, games and marijuana, and despise everything that can be despised, against everything that can be opposed, and by reflecting their own sense of existence in this way, these seem to be the most important thing.

But the next moment, they couldn't help but not pay attention, because Clark walked towards the quarterback and the girl step by step, with a black light in his eyes.

The earth tore at his feet, the clouds were scattered by his momentum, and the mountains and rivers trembled under his will.

I figured out all things that I couldn't figure out in the past, and understood everything that I didn't understand in the past. As information is constantly decompressed from my consciousness, Clark's personality undergoes unimaginable changes, and is ripened like a seedling that is forcing it to grow.

He looked at the woman and quarterback in front of him with a strange face he had never seen before, frowned: "It's hard to believe that I actually like a woman as superficial as you."

"It's just...a pile of rotten meat."

Clark's palm was gently swept, and the true energy was activated in one go. The powerful electromagnetic force swept across, and countless molecular structures were destroyed in a straight line. The quarterback and the girl had been broken into hundreds of rotten pieces. The two mixed together and were really together.

"I actually wasted so much time with such a thing that I could erase easily."

Morality, reason, justice, and law all collapsed at this moment.

A scream of horror broke out from the crowd, and the college students fled in all directions.

Clark did not look at them, but hugged his head. Countless data grew wildly at hundreds of gbs per second. His slightly fragile head was still unable to withstand such high speed.

So he felt pain, severe pain.

And the pain was about to be shouted out.

Clark knelt on the ground with his head in his arms, and roared hard: "It hurts so fuckingly!"

The terrifying sound wave turned into a wave of air visible to the naked eye and rushed towards all directions. 194 decibels, the maximum intensity of sound that the earth's atmosphere could theoretically spread into the ears of every escaped university sound.

Everyone's brain was instantly shaken into a ball of paste, and blood bleeded on the ground.

Clark rubbed his head and stood up, looking at the corpses on the ground as if he saw ants on the ground.

His eyes were like a dark air, just like a pair of dark circles.

"Go, find the leader of this world, and use the drawings I gave you to build a gate for quantum transmission."

A sneer appeared on the corner of Clark's mouth, his body bent slightly, and his whole person jumped suddenly, and he had already flown to a height of hundreds of meters.

Watching the earth under his feet swiftly passing by and his body kept landing, Clark squeezed his fists and the air thundered, and electric currents seemed to flash through the air.

His body rolled out, as if it was hitting a teaching building like a meteorite.

With a loud bang, smoke and dust rose into the sky, and the earth shook like waves. Most of the schools turned into a crater during this impact.

A figure gradually flew up.

Clark turned the earth's magnetic field and flew, like a bird who had just learned to fly, drawing curved arcs in the sky.

He is completely incomparable to Zuo Qingcang in terms of strength, but as Zuo Qingcang's projection, he has countless knowledge and skills transmitted by the other party.

After more than ten seconds, his figure in the sky was like a swimming fish.

Looking at the ruins on the ground with a cruel face, the frightened crowd, and countless dead bodies, Clark paused slightly, and he had already pulled out a white air that could not see the end and flew towards the east at ten times the speed of sound.

Target…The White House. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!