The day's class was finally over. After school, Clark sat at the bleachers.
Looking out at the football team training on the field ... next to the cheerleading team.
Just like those in teen movies, the most eye-catching people in school were always the quarterback and cheerleader of the football team.
Lana was a cheerleader, while her boyfriend was the quarterback of the football team.
From the perspective of the rest of the school, the two were a perfect match, so Clark couldn't even have the third-party role.
After all, the nerd versus the quarterback was a complete no-brainer rivalry.
Clark was a little depressed and sighed when he remembered the embarrassing incident of falling down before.
People's impression of him had fallen to the bottom of the abyss, and he would have no chance in the future.
Desperate, he picked up his backpack and left the field, ready to go home.
Thinking of Luke's invitation before, Clark hesitated whether to visit his neighbor's house.
If it weren't for the other side's help today, he might face an even more embarrassing situation.
As for fitness?
He might as well forget it.
Apart from being weak in front of Lana, he was a little too strong at other times.
With the melancholy thoughts unique to young people, Clark walked aimlessly to a bridge.
Looking at the setting sun in the distance, he stopped.
Too much doubt and incomprehension had accumulated at the bottom of his heart, which made Clark annoyed. But at the same time, he couldn't find anyone to talk to.
This was a terrible experience.
His parents were always vague and reluctant to explain why he had those super powers beyond those of ordinary people.
'Hide yourself and don't let others find out' - this was the philosophy instilled in him by his father since childhood.
As if the surging power in the body was some kind of shady contraband, once noticed, it would cause unwarranted trouble.
Clark clearly remembered he was bullied at school, and that group of people took his comic books and toys.
If he wanted to, he could have punched the guy into a pool of tomato juice.
But Clark didn't, because his father said, countless times, that he had to restrain his anger in the face of other people's provocations.
Using violence to deal with bullying was the wrong choice.
"Who am I?"
He was lying on the edge of the bridge railing, his mind reverberating with questions, not noticing that a high-speed Porsche suddenly skidded, lost control and hit him.
Boom!
The Porsche, which weighed over 2 tons, sent Clark flying along with the bridge railing.
The car and the man fell into the lake below, causing a huge splash.
The force of the impact, combined with the pressure of falling into the water, caused the driver in the driver's seat to instantly pass out.
But Clark was unharmed. It didn't look like he was hit head-on by a sports car.
Holding his breath, he tore open the roof and dragged the drowning man to shore.
Seeing that the opponent was unconscious, Clark followed the first aid measures he saw on TV, performing CPR.
20 minutes later, the police car and ambulance arrived.
Along with them, there was -- Luke, Clark's acquaintance.
"Must be fate. How many times have we seen each other today?"
Luke chuckled at the sight of Clark, draped in a red blanket, with his hair in a mess.
"Why are ... you here?"
Clark's face looked confused; it was too much of a coincidence that he could run into Luke at the scene of a car crash.
"I forgot to introduce you to Lex Luthor, my godson."
Luke walked up to Clark, pointed to the young man who was making a statement and said so.
"Thank you for saving his life today. Otherwise, I wouldn't know how to explain it to his father."
'Lex?'
Clark was slightly stunned. 'Does he have something to do with Lex Corp?'
"Lex, how many times have I told you, focus on the road when driving and don't just think about speed. It will cost you your life."
Luke ignored Clark's puzzled expression and shouted with a stern face.
The older teenager, with a head full of reddish hair, seemed to be still shocked by the accident. His eyes were a bit dull.
It was only when Luke appeared that the pale face got a little brighter.
"Uncle, it was an accident."
Although they looked similar in age, Lex, a teenager, still used a respectful attitude.
"I'm thinking about telling your father to end your vacation early."
Luke's face showed some authority, and when he heard 'end the vacation', Lex immediately became an obedient boy.
He didn't want to go back to the mansion in Metropolis. His father was obsessed with his career and all year round never came home.
Every day, apart from facing a bunch of servants, he would just take girls out for a drive ... His life was pretty boring.
Lex liked this town; everything looked novel, completely different from the hustle and bustle of the big city.
"Very well. There's no next time; I hope you remember."
Seeing the future Superman's nemesis, bald Lex Luthor reveal such a well-behaved look; Luke was quite satisfied.
Before he came here, he never dreamed that he would become a celebrity in the villain's camp, the godfather of Lex Luthor.
The reason was a long story; it goes back to the time he had just arrived.
Luke arrived a few years earlier than Superman, but he couldn't find his target. He could only develop steadily and lay a solid foundation.
Getting wealth was the first step.
The ever-changing stock market became the place where Luke dug up his first pot of gold.
Regardless of the time period, there were always plenty of historical irregularities in the rhythm of history.
Seizing the opportunity, money would fall from the sky every day.
When the capital accumulation was completed, he just needed to move on to purchasing industries and establishing a commercial empire.
About 7 or 8 years later, Luke abandoned his identity as a mysterious investor on Wall Street and became a rich entrepreneur in the metropolis.
Businesses such as crude oil exploitation, pipeline transportation and asphalt, he was involved in all of them to some extent, and they were all successful.
It was also at that time that he began to reveal his face and become the darling of the media.
What?
Why not invest in real estate?
Come on, this was Metropolis!
Real estate and insurance were simply minefields.
Who knew how many buildings Superman would destroy in a year?!
That's when Luke got to know Lex Luthor's father, whose company was in a downward spiral.
Out of wicked amusement, he lent a helping hand.
Then, by mistake, he became the godfather of the other party.
Speaking of which, Luke wasn't only Superman's Kryptonian cousin but also Lex Luthor's godfather.
How would this complicated relationship develop in the future?
"Wait, Lex, you said Clark saved you and gave you first aid? Does that include CPR?"
Luke's train of thought suddenly went awry. He was a little regretful that he hadn't captured the scene.
Otherwise, Superman and Lex Luthor kissed -- Sending this photo to Lois Lane later would immortalise it in the Daily Planet's front page.
The two teenagers looked at each other in unison.
Then unnaturally averted their eyes, the atmosphere seemed to become awkward.
Clark inwardly regretted it. It was his first kiss, and he gave it away before he could give it to Lana.
"I will be responsible ... no, that's not what I mean. I mean, I'll take responsibility for the accident."
Feeling embarrassed, Lex tried to find something to say, but the more he talked, the worst it came out. Even the police officers standing next to them felt the awkward atmosphere.
'Is this an alternative way to turn an enemy into a friend?'
Luke was really pleased.
He fully agreed with them becoming a couple.
Business should stay in the family.
His younger cousin and godson were a perfect match, a match made in heaven.