American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!

"You don't seem to like Star-Lord?"

Clark asked Azu on their way to school.

"Yes, I don't like him because he seems like an insufferable fool, and I think Dad should send him back to the Kawachi Tribe to live with Miss Kelly."

Azu said that the tribe was where he should go, instead of continuing to stay on the farm and being an eyesore.

"Why does he want to live with Miss Kelly?"

Clark asked confused.

"Because he is Miss Kelly's child."

Azu came up with his previous conclusion again, "Kelly can transform into a white wolf, and Star-Lord turned into a pig when he was less than three years old. Doesn't this mean that he inherited Kelly's talent?"

Clark: "."

After scratching his head, he said to Azu: "I don't think Star-Lord is too fat, he can only be considered strong at best."

"Are you serious?"

Azu looked at him in surprise, "He has become like Dar. Isn't he still fat?"

When the two were discussing whether Star-Lord was fat or strong, a scavenger walked past them.

Scavengers look like filthy "werewolves", "sniffing" around.

The other party was thin, with slender limbs, and he was doing funny "dance steps", as if he was enjoying music that no one else could hear but himself.

Her long brown hair was pulled tightly at the sides and tied at the top of her head with a rubber band.

The pungent smell rushes straight into the nose, making it impossible to escape.

Azu saw that he had been picking at the blood scab on his arm, and noticed something strange about his teeth.

"Hi there."

The scavenger said friendly while walking towards the two of them.

"Get out of here! Otherwise I will shoot you to death with my laser eyes. Get out of the way! Damn it!"

Azu scolded him unceremoniously.

The scavenger was shocked by Azu's ferocious performance. After a while, he glanced at Clark, who was also stunned, and walked away angrily.

"John, why do you treat him like this?"

Clark asked confused.

Although Azu didn't like homeless people very much, he didn't directly curse them.

Is it because Azu has been in a bad mood recently?

"Because he's a drug addict."

Azu glanced at the homeless man, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Dad said you must stay away from such people."

Clark asked in surprise: "How did you know?"

"I saw his teeth, and judging by their color and stability, it couldn't be too long before they were broken off like icicles falling."

Azu said that his super vision is not something that can be blocked.

"People like this will die in jail, die while injecting some sweet Mexican brown into their arms, or take risks to get drugs, rob a bank or go shopping for zero dollars, and then be beaten to death."

"They only have these two endings. Dad said such people are not worthy of pity."

He took out a breath and continued to talk to Clark: "And they can't quit. Drugs are not milk. You can quit if you want. So, dad told us to stay away from this kind of thing."

Clark swallowed, "I will also stay away from these terrible things."

"Addictive things are not just drugs, Clark. Gluttony is also an addiction, just like Star-Lord. I guess sooner or later he will be like the homeless man we met just now."

As they talked, the two walked to the school and happened to encounter a football training camp.

Clark spots Lana next to the football team.

Lana was sitting in the stands, laughing and discussing something with her best friend.

Clark glanced at Lana and looked at the players on the playground with some melancholy.

He has loved rugby since he was a child, but due to his physical condition, he could never join the rugby team.

"Stop it, Clark, you'll never look at her that way."

Azu complained to him: "Unless you can convince your father to become a rugby player."

Clark glanced at Lana reluctantly, and quickly followed Azu's departure.

"Perhaps the godfather can convince my father."

Clark's father, Jonathan, has always been negative about his son joining the football team.

He hoped that his godfather would help convince his father.

"It's impossible, because Mr. Kent is the most stubborn person. Even Dad can't persuade him."

"All right."

Clark lowered his head in frustration.

He knew what Azu said was right.

"Why don't you play football, John?"

He curiously asked Azu: "The godfather won't stop you from participating in such activities, right?"

"Because I don't want to be a TV sports star."

Azu looked at the players on the court and said, "I don't like to be judged."

As the two walked across the court, Whitney from the team saw Clark walking behind.

Thinking of embarrassing Clark, he picked up the football and yelled, "Hey, Clark!"

Clark heard the sound and turned around, only to see the football that was constantly zooming in his sight.

"Bang!"

Clark steadily caught the football thrown by Whitney.

"Good pick up!"

Other members of the football team saw Clark making the catch and shouted to him.

Clark smiled, shook the ball in his hand, and threw it toward Whitney.

The football, which he had added some strength to, hit Whitney hard.

Whitney was surprised when he saw the football being thrown at lightning speed and quickly caught it with his hands.

But because the ball was so powerful, it fell out of his hands and hit his stomach.

Whitney groaned as she held her stomach.

The team coach who was witnessing everything watched Clark's leaving figure and narrowed his eyes.

afternoon.

Clark was packing his things to go home.

Watt, the coach of the football team, stopped him.

"Clark?"

Clark didn't expect that the team coach would greet him, and he was slightly stunned.

"Hello, Coach."

"I saw your shot in the morning. The technique was a bit poor, but the power was very strong."

The coach complimented Clark's pitching and then asked, "Why aren't you on our team?"

"I have to do farm work at home."

Coach Watt shook his head regretfully, "You should use your talents on the court. There was a game in the school recently and we are short of players. If you want to participate, you can come over at any time."

Clark was a little moved, but thinking about his father's attitude, he said with some frustration: "My father will not agree."

"I remember"

Coach Watt thought for a moment, "Your father is Jonathan Kent, right? He is the most talented player I have ever coached. I have seen you staring at your father's photo in the school trophy cabinet. You must also want to participate in this game." kind of activity, right?”

"I"

Clark hesitated, "I have to think about it."

Coach Watt patted him on the shoulder, "I know you are worried about your father's obstruction, Clark, but we are all growing up. One day you will get rid of your father's shadow and become a man, don't you think?"

Clark hesitated, raised his eyes and saw Lana walking over.

He took a deep breath, made a decision in his heart, and said to the coach: "Yes, coach, I am willing to participate."

"Very good. Change your clothes and come to me to report at three in the afternoon."

In the evening Clark returned to Kent Farm.

Jonathan is repairing the tractor.

"etc."

Jonathan wiped his hands with a rag and asked Clark, "Did you promise him?"

"Coach Watt didn't give me a chance to say no."

"uh-huh."

Jonathan put the wrench down and faced Clark: "Let me guess, he must have said the words 'become a real man' to you, right?"

"He's been saying the same rhetoric for twenty years, and I've heard it countless times."

Jonathan walked behind the tractor, bent down to pick up the repair items, and said to him: "You have to tell the coach tomorrow afternoon that you can't play on the football team."

When he heard that his father did not allow him to participate, the smile on Clark's face quickly disappeared. He quickly walked to his father and begged: "Dad, don't do this!"

"I'm sorry, but we've talked about it, Clark."

Clark looked at Jonathan in disbelief, "This is not a conversation, I will be careful, but you never believe me."

"Of course I trust you, Clark, but"

"But what, Dad, I'm ten years old and I can make decisions on the court!"

Jonathan walked to the front of the tractor and while packing up the items, he said to Clark: "You can't. On the court, many things will affect your judgment. If you get angry, or if you want to show a girl a trick, someone will Seriously injured."

He patted Clark on the shoulder and said, "You, Clark, you have a more important mission to do than winning American football."

"I will control myself. My godfather has always taught me how to control my power. Mr. Jones also taught me meditation to control my emotions. Dad, I won't let anyone get hurt."

Jonathan shook his head, "You're not mature enough yet, Clark."

Hearing his father's words, Clark suddenly became angry.

He raised his tone and said angrily: "I've had enough! I've had enough of being punished for my talent!"

Clark looked at his father with disappointment, "Most parents are happy for their sons to join the football team. I don't understand why you keep stopping me."

Jonathan stood up and looked at Clark, "Because--I don't need to live off your achievements."

Clark exhaled to calm down his angry mood, "You have played before, why did you stop me?"

Jonathan's expression also became serious, "I will not sign the permission treaty!"

"I don't need your signature."

Clark looked into his father's eyes without any intention of giving in. "I will let my godfather sign it for me. You can't stop me."

As he said that, he turned around and walked outside.

"where you go?"

Seeing Clark leave without looking back, Jonathan frowned and asked.

Stopping, Clark turned around, "I'm going to stay with my godfather and I won't come back at night. Also, if it's my godfather, he will trust me and won't always doubt me like you."

After Clark finished speaking, he left with a disappointed face.

Jonathan watched his son's leaving figure and put down the car repair tools in his hand with a sad expression.