What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

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Jonathan, sitting next to Jordan, got a slap on the forehead. "Jordan is talking nonsense, but I'm not talking nonsense. I mean, do you know who Supergirl is?"

talking.

He took out his cell phone.

A video surfaced showing a reporter interviewing Supergirl, with a man in stockings charging for photos behind her—upon seeing this, Ian realized he had wronged his brother.

"Bang~ Bang~"

He stood up, picked up the baseball that had rolled back, walked over to the sofa, and hit Jordan twice on the forehead. Under Jordan's bewildered gaze, he secured the fairness that belonged to Jonathan.

Do you know who Supergirl is?

Jordan wanted to complain, but he was more concerned about the issue at hand. And just as Ian was about to offer further advice, suggesting Jordan go and cause trouble for his father, Clark...

"Ian, come here."

Clark appeared silently behind him.

Feeling guilty, Ian's hair stood on end.

"Dad, is there something you need? Do you need me to clean the living room for you?" Ian turned around and blinked, his eyes exceptionally clear.

“No, it’s about that potion. I have a bad feeling about it. You need to let me find a place to study it.” Clark held an empty plastic bottle in his hand.

"..."

Ian was beginning to understand what Clark meant.

He hated his own unparalleled wisdom.

“Careful people know they shouldn’t reveal their biological information to anyone, Dad. I want to cultivate this kind of caution from a young age.” Ian politely declined the request.

"Ok?"

Clark looked speechless. "I haven't seen you find a separate place to pee and poop every day. Your grandfather and his gang collect all the excrement in our neighborhood every day."

His words made Ian's eyes widen.

"That's because I can't fly, so the conditions are limited. If I could fly, I would definitely go to Mars to poop and pee every day." Ian wasn't really worried about what others would do with his biometric information.

He became stronger through his professional skills.

Who knows how mixed up the contents of excrement are? If scientists in America really want to analyze his biological information from it, they are likely to face a real test.

"Go to the toilet and pee."

Clark, following his strict father's instructions, didn't want to waste time talking nonsense with Ian.

"okay."

Ian accepted the plastic bottle with a very nonchalant air, and went into the bathroom amidst his two brothers' laughter. Five minutes later, Ian emerged from the bathroom without the plastic bottle.

He was carrying Clark's washbasin.

It was filled with a suspicious yellow liquid.

"Crack~"

Clark slapped himself on the forehead.

Very loud.

"The plastic bottle you gave me is too small. You may not know it, but next time I go to the toilet, Dad can peek at it and he'll know I'm definitely not lying."

Ian quickly offered an explanation.

He also looked for other containers.

but.

If it's something convenient, who could refuse Superman's washbasin?

in the living room.

The two older brothers laughed even louder.

“I proved to Ian that he tells at least 20% of the truth every day.” Jordan, always one to stir things up, pretended to be serious, while Jonathan marveled at Ian’s enormous bladder.

That's a whole potful!

"Cheng Hui, three hundred US dollars."

Ian handed the washbasin to Clark.

"Three hundred dollars for a single pee? What, is your grandfather planning to send you to the army? Are you starting to learn traditional skills now?" Clark reluctantly took his washbasin.

His eye twitched slightly.

He was certainly aware of what was going on within the military.

"This is the market price, okay?" Ian's voice was confident, and he certainly had the right to say so. "Do you know how much technology is actually in this pee I've put in?"

"It'll scare you to death if I tell you... It might not scare you, Dad, but it will scare a lot of other people." Ian was truly telling the truth, leaving Clark and his two brothers stunned.

"Protein powder is not a technology."

Jonathan thought Ian was referring to the protein powder he had secretly consumed.

"How do you know I only drink protein powder?" Ian's question made Jonathan look directly at the top of his head, but Jonathan did not see the possible sharp point.

"Alright, alright, here's three hundred dollars, okay?" Clark was utterly helpless. He slapped three hundred dollars into Ian's hand, then thought for a moment and added another two hundred dollars. He was mainly worried that if he didn't contribute to the dinner arrangement, who knew if his toothbrush cup would also suffer the consequences.

really.

People.

You still can't do bad things.

"Thank you dad."

Ian took the money and ran off, leaving the two guys and Clark, who was holding the basin, standing there. Then, with a whoosh, Clark disappeared and reappeared, having put the basin somewhere else.

And at this time.

Suddenly, the front door was flung open, and Louise stumbled in, looking utterly terrified, immediately drawing the attention of the three men in the living room.

"what happened to you?"

Clark rushed over to check on him.

"That car outside...whose is it? It's the car I mentioned when I was young, saying I really liked it, but you said you couldn't afford it. I thought you were very honest, so I decided to marry you!"

Louise had some language confusion and let the children hear some old stories. Her face was full of disbelief, and it was clear that she was experiencing a great deal of emotional turmoil.

"Hellcat! Yes, that's it! Where did this car come from?"

Louise's voice was several octaves higher than usual.

"It's Ian's car."

Clark responded with a weary sigh.

"I knew it was his!" Louise rushed to the wine cabinet, pulled out a bottle of red wine, opened the cap, and chug it down her throat.

"Um, that car is pretty strange."

Clark didn't know how to respond, and could only manage a dry, awkward laugh. Feeling guilty for having Ian take the blame at dinner, the elderly father felt he had to find a way to help Ian keep the car.

He started to think.

And at the same time.

"Can you believe it? That car actually asked me to get it two blankets and even played a weather forecast that it would be very cold tonight. I've never encountered anything so bizarre in my life!"

Louise finished a bottle of red wine in one go, and her mood calmed down a bit.

Hear the words.

Jonathan and Jordan turned their heads at the same time, their eyes shining as if they had discovered a new continent.

"What!?"

"A talking car?! How cool?!" Boys are always attracted to these strange and unusual things, as if they don't even think it's strange that a car needs a blanket.

Also normal.

After all, most American boys, if they had a car like that, would even sleep on the floor while the car sleeps on the bed.

"Forehead……"

Louise leaned against the wine cabinet and casually pulled out a second bottle of red wine. "It doesn't speak directly, but it can transmit voice signals, you know, like... a Transformer?"

talking.

Mom gulped down another bottle of red wine.

"What! Transformers! Isn't that even cooler?!" The two brothers exclaimed in unison, instantly jumping up from the sofa and rushing to the window, their noses almost touching the glass as they looked out.

“Ian and I are the closest, he’ll definitely lend it to me!”

"Damn it, I have to take my driver's license test tomorrow!"

"You're still too young, you can't seize the opportunity, give the chance to your older brother... I haven't even awakened my superhuman genes yet, I need some comfort!"

……

The two brothers are arguing.

Louise's face turned slightly flushed after drinking two bottles of red wine.

She staggered toward the storage room.

"Darling, what are you going to do?"

Clark quickly followed, his tone slightly tense. He was very worried that Louise intended to smash Ian's car, which he felt would inevitably cause a new wave of family conflicts.

however.

“Of course, it’s to get blankets for the Transformers.” Louise paused, then took another sip of her drink. “Hmm, everything seems so reasonable after drinking.”

"That car says it can fly. If I cover it with a blanket and praise it to Ian, it'll be willing to take me flying once." Louise busied herself without looking back.

"..."

Clark watched as his wife grabbed two comforters and rushed into the backyard.

He was left alone, looking utterly helpless.