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From the next morning onwards, Luthor conducted a small experiment with the wish stone he had obtained.
He called one of the less composed members of the security team, a young guard named Marshal, into his office.
Implying in his words, he spoke highly of him, recognizing his potential and keen insight.
In short, he hinted at promoting the guy who couldn't stay still in the corridor outside.
Beneath the faintly excited gaze of the other, Luthor took out the wish stone and acted as a witty and humorous boss.
"Hold the stone, make a wish, Marshal.
Maybe your wish will come true soon."
The young guard played along with him in excitement.
But he had no intention of actually giving a promotion to the guard.
'Not even an hour passed before the former head of the security team submitted his resignation.'
Claiming that his child had had an accident and after all these years of working far away, neglecting his family, he wanted to resign and go back to be with his child and family.
Originally, anyone among the remaining guards could have been a more likely replacement for the position of the head of the security team, but 'coincidently' during his morning walk in the estate, a piece of stone about seven to eight meters high from the high wall fell off and narrowly missed his head.
If it hadn't been for the young guard who saw it and pushed him out of the way, he might be lying in the hospital right now.
"Mr. Luthor, did you call me for something?"
Seated across the desk, Coro asked nervously.
He kept recalling if there were any oversights or problems in his recent work at the factory.
"Not really, just relax, Mr. Coro."
Putting aside the passing thought, Luthor smiled and engaged in conversation with him. The kind and friendly tone of his superior gradually eased Coro's tension.
Luthor held no gratitude towards Marshal, but he suspected that if he hadn't gone along with the intention of that stone by making him the new security head, who knows what might have happened.
'However, one case is not enough, far from enough.'
A hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, yet Luthor's face held a smile.
"Mr. Coro, I appreciate your recent work abilities... You've managed the factory warehouse well; since you took over, there haven't been any 'lost item' incidents."
After a night of contemplation, he had already decided on his wish, but before making it, he had to ensure everything was foolproof and wouldn't backfire on him.
"It's what I should do, Mr. Luthor." Coro bashfully touched his head.
"No, a person of honesty and excellence deserves to be rewarded, doesn't he?"
Luthor stared into his eyes, intentionally trying to imply something, and with a smile, he slowly asked a question.
"Whether it's a nation or a factory, without a fair system of rewards and punishments, how can order be maintained?" (T/N: 5-Star Good Citizen 🗿)
Facing the other's wide-eyed surprise as if struck by a great revelation, he pulled out the ancient wish stone from under his desk, behaving parallel to the ancient serpent tempting Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden, tempted him,
"Make a wish, Mr. Coro..."
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"Every time the old-fashioned Professor Kavorski teaches this chapter, she starts with an equally old physiology education film."
The bell for class rang, and Pete energetically entered the classroom, sharing his thoughts with his friends.
"Finally, we don't have to endure that kind of suffering today."
When under the blood-pumping projection screen was an almost sixty-year-old lady with reading glasses, wearing a stern and old-fashioned expression, carefully scanning the room to catch anyone not paying attention, no one could have any inappropriate thoughts in the classroom.
"Who told you that, your brother?" David raised an eyebrow.
"My dad."
"..."
Clark was caught off guard and choked on air as he was about to speak.
"Students, take your seats.
I'm the new teacher, Ms. Atkins, responsible for teaching biology and health education, as well as human anatomy," said a figure in a sexy and short skirt walking into the classroom, with golden sunlight highlighting her figure, her face beautiful in her thirties, talking straight to the point, stretching her body and pulling down the projection screen from above.
The male students who had just sat down had their eyes unfocused, almost reaching to stand up with the swaying of the teacher's skirt.
"I don't know why, but it seems a bit hot in the classroom."
Clark swallowed and after noticing his brother's gaze, hurriedly pretended to be serious, fanning himself with his hand, pretending to feel hot.
"Summer is coming, and the hot weather is normal.
Look, even Ms. Atkins is sweating."
Pete wasn't holding back, looking as if his soul had been hooked away, staring at Atkins who was setting up the projector. (T/N: Bro became a simp)
The hot weather made Atkins's curves seem even hotter than the sun in the sky. Her ultra-short skirt didn't seem to cool her down at all. She slightly parted her full, sensual lips, using her hand to fan the air, and beads of sweat trickled down her wheat-colored neck...
As the screening began, she walked to the side of the podium and stood by the window, catching the breeze.
However, the male students in the class hardly(heh) had their gaze on the projection screen.
David felt a bit hot and furrowed his brows.
This was quite abnormal. He wasn't interested in Atkins's type, which was a mix of sluttiness and a bit extravagant.
"Superhuman?"
Perhaps the weather was too hot; Clark was feeling even worse off. His mouth was dry and sweat dripped from his chin. His eyes seemed to be fiery and hot, constantly shifting between the screen and the windows.
Zoom!
Flames suddenly ignited on the screen and then spread.
(T/N: Blud really unlocked a new ability looking at a hot teacher)
"Fire!"
Seeing the flames, the people in the classroom screamed.
Clark's temporary infatuation quickly vanished at the sight of the fire, and his eyes were no longer burning.
"Quick, everyone, leave this place."
Atkins evacuated everyone from the classroom, some boys and girls standing up awkwardly, and the staff rushed in to extinguish the fire.
"Oh, a unique biology class ended like this."
Pete looked as if he were a devout worshipper who had his encounter with God interrupted, his head hanging low in disappointment.
Some people looked even more uncomfortable, like being stuck on a playing slide, unable to even move.
In the hallway, David looked at the cherry blossoms outside and paid little attention to Atkins directing the fire-fighting efforts.
He wasn't a homicidal maniac who would kill anyone with powers; as long as they didn't provoke him, he was fine.
With the unexpected end of the class, the school ended.
The four of them exited the school grounds, ready to go home.
"Hey, Clark, how's your physics report coming along?"
Holding her books, Lana walked over, her smile radiant, waving and greeting Clark, taking the initiative to start a conversation.
"It's coming along fine, how about you, Lana?"
The two chatted comfortably, like a man and woman with a relationship above friendship, with a subtle hint of ambiguity.
"Clark and Lana?"
David was taken aback, feeling like he had missed several episodes of a TV show.
"You don't know, David.
While you were away, Clark and Lana's relationship advanced quickly. I now know that you shouldn't underestimate the brave knight who charges forward for love, even if he used to be a small-town boy who blushed at the sight of a girl."
Pete winked and told David about the last few days.
After losing his abilities and no longer fearing kryptonite, Clark had become more aggressive in pursuing his crush.
Tall and handsome, with a warm smile like the sun, he no longer embarrassed himself as he used to due to her necklace. Even Lana, who was used to being pursued as the cheerleading captain, couldn't resist.
David hadn't expected Clark to get some blessing in disguise during his troublesome period and gain some unexpected rewards.
Lana joined the group, exchanged greetings with everyone, and then she and Clark boarded the school bus, chatting and laughing.
At the school gate, a gloomy figure appeared, watching this scene and attracting the odd gazes of passing students. Whitney's face turned purple with anger, grinding his teeth.
"Clark..."
He clenched his fist, the veins standing out on his hand, a densely green, fluorescent tattoo on his wrist very noticeable.
"This time, your brother won't be able to protect you again!"
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