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Chapter 17 - The bed in my room needs to be repaired

"David, Clark, today we are planning to go and sell fruit at the market on the outskirts of the town, and you will help us load the truck later."

During the rare holiday, his mother called out from downstairs.

Stepping down the wooden stairs, David responded to his mother, and David casually thought about what happened yesterday as he went downstairs.

Greg, whose persona has changed drastically at school, also seems to have a genetic mutation.

"His heartbeat is much slower than ordinary people."

However, there are quite a few genetically mutated people in Smallville, as long as you don't provoke him, he doesn't care.

Sitting at the table.

Jonathan was putting milk into the cereal and ate breakfast.

David, who doesn't like cereal, ate baked bread with smearing it with blueberry jam with a knife.

"Clark!" Seeing that the eldest son hadn't come down yet, Martha yelled upstairs again.

Boom!

There was a dull sound upstairs, accompanied by the sound of breaking wood.

"Why did Clark get angry?"

Jonathan asked after being stunned.

It sounded like something had been destroyed by Clark.

"Are you all right, Clark?" Knowing that her husband was only joking, Martha called out upstairs.

"I'm fine, maa, I'll be down right away, it's just..."

From upstairs, Clark's voice sounded a little flustered.

After a while, he was sitting at the dining table, with an expression of seeing a ghost, like a child who got into trouble and said embarrassedly.

"The bed in my room needs to be repaired."

"Your bed is broken? What's going on."

Jonathan's eyes were full of doubts.

Puberty is the time when a person's body develops rapidly. Could it be that his son's strength had increased again, and he could no longer control his strength?

"I woke up just now and found myself floating in mid-air. After being frightened, I fell and broke the foot of the bed."

Clark frowned, with a slightly resistant expression.

How could a normal person fly, indicating he had a different ability from ordinary people, which made him feel unhappy, reminding him once again that he is an alien and he doesn't belong to this family.

And will something more uncontrollable happen to him next?

"Floating?"

From super strength, and super defense, to super speed... Although Martha and Jonathan already have some experience in this, they still couldn't help but be surprised.

Since ancient times, flying has always been the dream of human beings.

Martha who was very attentive, sensed his emotions, grabbed her son's hand, and said softly, "Clark, no matter how many unique talents you have, you are our son."

"Since it is your innate ability, you can master it, son." Jonathan's tone was serious, trying to give his son confidence: "Don't be afraid, you are not the only one who can fly in the world, countless birds are also enjoying the sky freely."

The young Superman seemed to be awakening the ability to fly, David said with some surprise, "I thought it was something else."

"What?" Clark couldn't help asking.

"It's nothing. When I got up, I heard some voices from the next door, like someone talking in sleep and kept whispering someone's name."

David swallowed the bread in his mouth, and his casual tone made Clark at the table greatly embarrassed.

Because he was also flying in the dream before waking up, flying all the way to Lana's house, on her bed, floating and admiring Lana's beautiful sleeping posture.

He swore that he hadn't done anything before being woken up, but the dream was unavoidably charming.

It must have been the rare long chat with Lana on the way home from school yesterday, trying to comfort her, that night he dreamed of her.

"You were actually whispering someone's name aloud?"

Martha wondered, "Clark, did you have a nightmare?"

She remembered the incident where Clark was almost beaten by Whitney.

"It's nothing, mother. It's getting late, let's finish our breakfast and load the truck to the market."

Clark blushed, coughed twice on the milk he was drinking, and changed the subject guiltily.

"Otherwise, we won't be able to get a good spot."

After eating, Clark and David came to the gate of the farm, and Clark and David moved boxes of fruit out of the warehouse.

The fruit weighing tens of kgs was as light as a feather in Clark's hands, and he quickly moved box after box onto the pickup truck effortlessly.

But when he looked back, he saw that David had only put the second box on the car when he had moved seven or eight boxes, leisurely working like on an outing.

"Can you hurry a bit?" He couldn't help but say to him.

"Clark, your brother is not as strong as you, so don't rush him." Martha reprimanded lightly.

"He has no strength..." Clark opened his mouth, remembering when he couldn't shake off David's hand with both his hands before.

Although there may be reasons such as he didn't dare to use his full strength.

For a long time, he had almost assumed the role of a humanoid tractor, railing piling machine, and plow machine on the family farm, saving a lot of expenses for the farm.

Clark didn't feel anything, he was happy to share the burden of his parents who were gradually growing old.

But after discovering that David was also very powerful, he was very upset when he thought about when David was watching leisurely by the side when he was working in the past.

Especially now that he saw that David was still comfortably slacking off.

The most annoying thing is that he still couldn't tell his parents.

[Resentfulness from Clark +4, +3...]

David was unmoved by Clark's resentful gaze, and only after Clark moved seven or eight boxes did he load the last box of fruit into the car.

He got into the pickup truck.

"It's a bit crowded in here. It's not convenient for father to drive. You can sit in the back, Clark."

David waved his hand just as Clark was about to come up after finishing his work.

There was only one row of seats at the front of the pickup truck, just right for three people, but it felt a bit crowded for four people.

"Why not you?"

Clark, who was stopped, widened his eyes.

"It's not good for the older brother to grab the younger brother's seat."

David glanced at him with a puzzled tone.

"You..."

Seeing him with that annoying expression, he couldn't see anything resembling younger brother at all, Clark gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, then turned his head and walked helplessly to the back.

Jonathan and Martha were a little puzzled. Occasionally in the past, Clark would go and sit in the back first, fearing that David would fall from behind and get hurt.

What's the matter today, the two brothers are fighting?

Twisting the key and the start of the truck.

Behind the truck, the future Superman Clark sat in the back of the truck holding a basket of apples, feeling slightly depressed.

Arriving at the bazaar.

The Kent family found a spot close to the center, set up a tent, and placed boxes full of sweet and attractive fresh fruits.

Clark pressed the nail hard into the stake with his thumb, working as the hammer this time, and hung a sign saying Fresh Fruit from Kent's Farm.

"You started using your abilities secretly like this, looks like you're not afraid of being seen."

Sitting in the booth, David looked up.

This is a good place for an outing in the outskirts. A temporary market made up of tents was created for this reason. On the green grassland, there were stalls of flowers, hot dogs, fruits..., people were coming and going, making the atmosphere very lively.

"I'm not as good as you in terms of hiding abilities."

Clark, who had observed that no one was paying attention before using his abilities secretly, sat down next to him and looked at the booth with him, and sarcastically said.

"For so many years, our parents and I didn't find out."

"Clark, I didn't expect to see you here."

Suddenly, a clear voice with a smile called out.

The two looked up, and David saw a bald head that was being reflected like a light bulb in the sun.

"Luther?"