The Father of American Comics Superheroes

Sweeping his eyes at the system’s progress bar ……98%.

Scratched his head and turned, Mike felt helpless.

He had thought that these three years, how can also upgrade to the next level, and in fact, to the second half of this level, the progress rose more and more slowly.

Six years, one level did not rise.

Mike is desperate for the speed of upgrading his own ability.

I don’t want to sleep anymore!

……

The next day, Clark was encouraged by Mike to get up the courage to go to school.

Mike began to plan the route and destination of the tour.

Eric and Charles thought about the tour, and also very good behaviour did not make a fuss.

All was well today.

Except for Clark……

As he had feared earlier, he encountered a number of people watching him at school.

There were curious, puzzled, and even malicious glances.

Although the children were still young, they already had their own circles and groups, their own ideas and ways of doing things.

Clark handsome, well-behaved and understanding, loved by teachers, and even the children like to play with him.

But some people love it, and naturally some people are jealous, and some even hate it.

“Hey! Utility room boy!”

A kid, who was a head taller than the others, stopped Clark.

Mickey, the bully among the children, makes the teacher a headache at the top of the list.

Clark frowned, looked at Mickey, ignored him, and walked around the other side toward the bathroom.

Who knows that the other party did not relent, continued to catch up, set up his arms to block Clark, mockingly laughed: “Come on, tell me, what did you do in the utility room yesterday? Did you steal someone else’s stuff and eat it in there secretly?”

Clark said angrily, “I never steal anything!”

“Don’t steal?” Mickey let out a laugh, his eyes darting around, and said loudly, “I heard your dad was a thief, too! That’s why you’re a thief!”

He had long looked at Clark with displeasure, and this time he finally caught his chance.

Clark said angrily, “Don’t say anything bad about my dad!”

“See, I was right!” Mickey hemmed and hawed and shouted, “Come and see, everyone, come and see Clark the thief!”

Hearing the commotion some children gathered around.

At once, Mickey was more energetic.

It was the first time he had been noticed by so many people.

“I heard that his father is also a thief, that’s why he is a thief, their family is a thief!”

“He steals other people’s money, steals other people’s food, they ……”

“You’re talking nonsense, I’m not polite to you!”

Clark roared, his ice-blue eyes flashing with palpitating coldness.

Mickey shrank his neck, and then he reacted, enraged by this action of his own.

Striding in front of Clark, he looked at Clark, who was half a head lower than himself, and said, “Your whole family is a thief!”

Clark raised his fist.

Mickey said disdainfully, “What? You still want to hit me?”

Clark thought of what his dad had said to him and remembered the consequences of his fist going down, and he silently lowered his fist again.

Watching this scene, there was a booing noise all around.

Mickey suddenly felt like a star, chin up, reached out and pushed Clark, taunting: “Thief, coward!”

Clark did not move, but Mickey took a step backward, slightly stunned, his face manic red, clenched his fist and swung at Clark, a punch landed on Clark’s face.

Clark still did not move, but instead Mickey’s hand was shaken raw pain.

Just as Mickey raised his other hand……

“What are you doing?”

Their teacher ran over, and the children rushed away. When Mickey wanted to leave, the teacher grabbed his collar and said, “You come to the office, and… Clark, you too!”