Would Superman have high blood pressure?
The answer is occasionally.
At this moment, Clark felt the blood rushing to his head.
"Why don't you write something, like a story about an ordinary person who becomes a superhero through his own efforts?" He tried to guide Ian to write something serious.
Only.
"Because that's not ahead of the times?" Ian tilted his head, denying Clark's ideas and talent. Stories about the rise of superheroes were everywhere.
Today's readers need a real shock.
"…"
Clark was simply speechless.
He feels that his relationship with his children was always not developing smoothly. He could not establish a connection with his second son Jordan, or his youngest son Ian on the same channel.
Clark's temples throbbed a little, and he still wanted to convince Ian, "But I don't think Superman would like others to use literary works to arrange his life."
"This is too much of an invasion of other people's privacy." Clark tried his best to make his expression serious and his tone earnest, and the truths he said were also in line with current mainstream values.
He thought he had a good chance of getting Ian to change his mind.
However, Clark didn't know that Ian had never been confused about who Superman was. The boy just thought for a moment and gave an impeccable reason.
"We all know how kind and helpful Superman is. He will never refuse to help a child in need." Ian winked at his old father.
His words made Clark open his mouth several times, but he was hesitant and didn't know how to respond. In the end, the strongest fighter on Earth had no choice but to give in.
"Well, if this is the work you want to write..." Clark shook his head and chose to leave his youngest son's room and concentrate on preparing dinner for the whole family in the kitchen.
Of course, it was not difficult for him to do two things at once. While cooking, Clark cannot help but use his super powers to spy on the underage boy's secret writing. He did not know why he was so curious, perhaps because the title of Ian's book was too explosive for him.
"Oh! My eyes!"
The content of the book is even more explosive.
Clark felt that his mind had been polluted in some indescribable way. Although children are more imaginative, Clark really couldn't understand Ian's brain circuit.
A 40-year-old divorced, postmenopausal, and mother of nine children, was pursued by Superman just by looking at him.
This completely exceeds Clark's imagination. However, he never thought that a villain would also fall in love with this woman, and Superman would directly smile and summon other superheroes to attack the villain.
"Pah~"
Clark couldn't help but slap himself on the forehead. He didn't think there was any possibility of publishing such a work. He couldn't even imagine what kind of mental state Ian was in to write such an absurd story - could this really be the precursor to schizophrenia that the psychiatrist said?
hiss!
Could it be that my youngest son longs to become a menopausal woman?
The more he thought about it, the more disenchanted Clark became. Until dinner time, he still hadn't figured out how to explain to Lois what kind of stress relief Ian was doing.
Writing such a ridiculous story.
Will this really help?
Clark's mind was full of question marks.
On the dining table, he often looked at Ian who was eating.
"What's wrong?"
Ian looked at his old father in confusion. Clark forced a smile and put a chicken leg into Ian's bowl.
"Eat more, eat more."
Clark didn't want his emotions to be seen by the children.
"I heard that you didn't go to school today? Did Mom and Dad take you to see a psychiatrist?" The eldest brother Jonathan, has neat short hair, regular features, and a youthful and sunny face. As a high school student who plays rugby, Jonathan is much stronger than most of his peers.
He is also the most gentle and calm child in the family.
"I told you long ago that being a nerd would cause problems. See, now it proves I was right." The second brother is of thin stature and usually has a rather eccentric personality.
He was a little better at home, and even knew how to talk nonsense. He looked at Ian with a hint of sarcasm, and lowered his voice to give Ian some advice, "But if you give me your medicine and sell it in school, we will definitely make a lot of money."
Of course, these words did not escape the ears of the parents.
"Jordan!"
Lois glared at the second brother unkindly, and said in a dissatisfied tone, "Don't be so out of tune all day long, your brother is not a nerd, he loves learning more than you and Jonathan!"
Jordan curled his lips in disbelief at his mother's words.
"Also, your brother doesn't need to take any medication. He just has some anxiety problems, just like you." Lois added seriously.
But the feeling of trying to hide something is a little stronger.
"On weekends, take your younger brother out to play more often." Clark looked at his reliable eldest son. He thought Ian needed to be exposed to more social environments.
"Okay, no problem."
Jonathan gave his father a thumbs up.
"In fact, I know quite a few girls who are interested in Ian." Jonathan raised his eyebrows at Ian, smiling and speaking in a teasing tone.
"Really?"
Lois looked quite pleased.
"Yeah, those girls just like little bastards like him." Jordan replied in a sour tone while fiddling with the food, on his plate.
"I knew it would be like this! Look how handsome our Ian is!" Louis looked at Ian with a smile. At this time, the young man was fighting with a large piece of steak on the plate.
Ian does look quite ok.
In a word, very handsome.
He has thick, slightly messy brown hair and dark blue eyes that are quite attractive to the opposite sex.
"I actually hope I can be a little stronger." Ian had no interest in going out with his older brother to meet older sisters. After all, he didn't know when he would be sacrificed.
Well, the Kryptonian blood in his two brother really puts a lot of pressure on him.
"Then come out and exercise with me more often!" Jonathan put his arms around Ian's neck. Although he had not yet awakened, he already had strength far beyond his peers.
"Ahem!"
Ian felt like he was being choked, but Jonathan noticed something was wrong and released his neck in time, giving Ian a chance to breathe.
"Oh, sorry." Jonathan apologized hastily.
"It's fine."
Ian stretched his neck, not caring too much. He looked at his empty plate and asked his parents to let him go back to his room to rest.
"Of course, no problem, dear." Lois kissed Ian's face and watched him quickly go upstairs. Then she turned and looked at her husband curiously.
"What is he busy doing? It shouldn't be studying textbooks, right?" Lois's intuition as an old reporter allowed her to detect Ian's emotions, but when faced with this question, Clark had no idea how to answer it.
"Well, not studying."
He could only control his facial muscles and tried to speak in a calm voice, "I think children also need some private secrets, don't they?"
It's the same old privacy excuse.
But it really works well here with Lois.
Seeing that Lois stopped asking questions, Clark secretly breathed a sigh of relief. However, Jordan's psychological problems and academic status were also troublesome topics that had to be discussed.
There was no way, Superman's married life was like this; maintaining family harmony was far more troublesome for him than fighting disasters.
Perhaps, this is a phase that everyone goes through, even superheroes.
[You have written seriously and learned some writing skills. [Student] Career Experience +1]
[You have written seriously and learned some writing skills.[Student] Career Experience +1]
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In his room, Ian was writing a book.
Compared to Clark's pessimism, he himself was very enthusiastic in writing. Not only could he display his talent, but he could also gain professional experience through such writing.
It was a win-win situation. Ian felt that he had fallen in love with writing, but some special circumstances in him seemed to disagree with this.
Even though Ian was in high spirits and felt he could do several all-nighters, a very special feeling of sleepiness still came over him punctually as time went by.
"Alas, I can't hide or escape."
Ian sighed, put down the pen in his hand, and looked at the clock resignedly.
[11:59]
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[12:00]
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When time crossed the boundary between one day and time.
Ian felt a familiar twitch in his brain.
Then, his vision was distorted, and the next moment, the lead-gray sky, the snow-white earth, and the ruined city appeared directly before his eyes.
"Huh~"
Ian exhaled as if he was used to it, and a white mist suddenly appeared. The world was reflected in his pupils, and the city with howling cold wind and heavy snow seemed to have been silent for thousands of years.
Everything is frozen.
And he is the only living being that can move in this world.
Perhaps also the only living being.
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