The collapsed rubble was scattered around, and the dust raised by the fallen windmill spread outwards.
"Mark!"
Seeing Mark buried by the collapsed windmill, Clark, who had been in a daze for two seconds, finally reacted.
He immediately dropped his backpack, ran to the fallen windmill at top speed, waved to disperse the smoke, and began to dig at the stones with his hands.
"Hold on! Mark, I'll dig you out right away!"
While digging at the stones with his hands, he nervously shouted to Mark buried underneath.
"Huff! Puff!"
Clark dug frantically and finally pulled Mark out.
Mark, whose face was covered in dust and clothes were tattered, had his mouth slightly open, and the expression on his face seemed frozen and unmoving.
Clark asked with a worried tone, "Mark... are you alright?"
"I..."
Mark wiped the dust from his face and asked Clark in confusion, "Did I just fly?"
He was still a bit disoriented.
"It seems so."
Clark breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Mark could still speak.
If he could still speak, his head should not have been broken.
"I... I seemed to run faster and faster just now, and then I vaguely flew up. Then I looked down, got scared, and fell."
Mark said, patting his chest with a bit of fear.
Recalling it now, he, who had some fear of heights, still felt a lingering fear.
Clark envied his ability, "To fly like a bird, I also wish I had that ability."
"But... I broke the windmill again."
Mark didn't want to discuss the novel experience of flying with Clark right now.
Looking at the windmill he had destroyed, his little face crumpled into a ball.
He had just torn down the house the day before yesterday, and now he had torn down the only windmill on the farm. If his father found out, he would definitely be angry.
Mark turned his pleading gaze to Clark, "Clark, you'll keep it a secret for me, right?"
"Of course."
Clark nodded heavily and said in a serious tone, "I won't tell anyone."
Night.
Patrick Farm.
Due to Clark's tattling, Peter quickly learned that Mark had crashed into the windmill.
"Sorry, Dad."
While mentally grumbling about Clark the traitor, Mark nervously raised his head, "I... I didn't do it on purpose."
"Of course Dad knows you didn't do it on purpose."
To Mark's surprise, Peter did not fly into a rage.
"Dad wouldn't punish you for an unintentional mistake."
Peter claimed to be a reasonable and good father.
"John, can you still fly now?"
He was very interested in Mark's flying ability now.
The wristwatch had given him superhuman physical qualities.
His current strength, speed, endurance, and defense were far beyond ordinary humans. He even suspected that these abilities alone were not far from Mark's in his previous life.
But he still couldn't fly or use Laser Eyes.
Now that Mark had awakened his flying ability, he could use this kid as his free flying tool in the future, flying around space to admire the scenery of Earth.
"No, I can't."
Mark shook his head in frustration, "I tried to recall the feeling of flying, but it didn't work at all."
"Is that so?"
Peter put down his knife and fork and said to Mark, "Perhaps... we can start some special training."
"What special training, Dad?"
"Eaglet Flight Training."
On the roof of the newly repaired Barn, Mark stood on the edge, nervously shouting to Peter, who was standing below, "Dad, do I really have to jump down again?"
"Yes, don't hesitate."
"You'll catch me, right?"
"Of course, I'll catch you every time."
Half an hour had passed since the "Eaglet Flight Training" began.
Mark had jumped down from the roof more than twenty times, each time falling straight down, without any sign of taking off.
This kid was already enjoying it so much that Peter suspected if the two of them were colluding to trick him into playing "catch the son" with Mark.
He had already caught this kid more than twenty times with his bare hands.
Even with a superhuman body, he couldn't endure such abuse!
"Wait!"
Seeing Mark preparing to jump down again, Peter stopped him.
"John, when you jump down, do you feel scared, right?"
"Yes, Dad, I'm a little scared."
"Understood, John, when you jump down, you shouldn't think of fear, but anticipation, a yearning for flight."
"I... I can't do it, Dad."
"No, of course you can do it."
Peter said to him, "Remember your favorite game show, 'Family Feud'? The host was Richard Dawson, and you could almost always guess the most popular answer. ('Family Feud' has no correct answers, only the most popular answers.)"
"One time you asked me, 'Dad, why are the questions so simple, but the competing families can't answer them?' Do you remember what I told you?"
Mark on the roof thought for a moment, "Dad, you said then: 'When you stand under the lights, the questions might get harder!'"
Peter snapped his fingers, "That's right, John, you're standing under the lights now, so you'll forget the feeling of flying, and only tension will remain in your heart. In reality, recalling that feeling isn't difficult, is it?"
Mark nodded, half-understanding, "I think I get it, Dad."
"Very good, come on."
"Bang!"
Kent Farm, "informant" Clark accidentally sneezed.
The plate on the dining table fell to the floor, making a dull sound.
Clark saw his mother busy in the kitchen and quickly picked up the plate.
Jonathan was out on an errand, so only Clark and Martha were at the farm.
Martha walked out of the kitchen, placed the baked cookies she had made on the table, and said to Clark, "Go wash your hands, then get ready to eat."
After washing his hands, Clark sat down at the dining table, picked up a few cookies and put them in his pocket, "I have to save some for Godfather and Mark."
Martha felt a little relieved to see her son so thoughtful.
Clark ate cookies and said to Martha, "Mom, at school, they said they saw an alien spaceship land in town."
Hearing "alien spaceship," Martha's heart skipped a beat, and the cookie in her hand almost dropped.
She coughed, covering her composure, "Alien spaceship? Did your classmates say when this happened?"
"No, they just said someone saw a blurry Shadow flying across the sky. Some thought it was an alien spaceship, others thought it was Chupacabra, a monster, or an alien."
(Chupacabra: A blood-sucking creature from North American and Mexico legends.)
After listening to Clark's story, Martha breathed a sigh of relief.
She had thought there really was an alien spaceship landing.
Since Clark was sent by a Universe spaceship, Martha had an allergic reaction to the term "Universe spaceship," fearing that the spaceship would take her son away.
"Perhaps it was just a meteor."
Martha said to Clark, "Clark, Chupacabra and aliens don't exist."
Clark nodded and mumbled, "Okay, if I could fly like Mark, maybe I could catch the spaceship."
Martha didn't hear Clark's mumble clearly, "What are you saying, Clark?"
"Nothing."
Clark immediately shut his mouth.
He had promised to keep Mark's secret.
Thanks to "My Lord of Heaven," "Lonely Dream Cloud 2," and "Wen Yao Cheng" for their tips, a ninety-degree bow!