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

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however.

As Ian stepped into the hallway, he found the classroom empty, even the teacher was gone. He frowned and glanced at his watch—11:47, it wasn't time to leave school yet!

"?????"

Ian caught a girl running past.

"Where are they? Where are my classmates and teachers?"

He was already wondering if there was some new conspiracy, a major event looming over his life, resulting in the kidnapping of people at school, and that some clever person was going to use his classmates to threaten him.

only.

"You're home now."

The girl from the next class gave a rather unremarkable response. She looked at Ian with a bit of infatuation and raised her hand to pinch Ian's cheek, but Ian dodged it.

despite this.

Slightly disappointed, the female student explained the situation to Ian: "The school gave a last-minute notice that there would be no classes this afternoon because the disaster that happened yesterday was too sad. A group of so-called 'people who care about students' mental health' are very dissatisfied with having to go to class today, saying that students should not be made to study while suffering from psychological trauma."

“There are demonstrations everywhere in the streets, with people holding signs and chanting things like ‘Oppose the enslavement of students’ and ‘Give children a happy childhood.’ Our principal is afraid that things will escalate.”

The female classmate patiently flirted with Ian at the same time.

Ian pretended not to see it.

"So, we're not getting lunch?" Ian was waiting for lunch, and he didn't expect this unexpected turn of events. Such a ridiculous situation is definitely typical of America.

"And another thing, and another thing, the principal is too timid to keep you quiet." The female student said with a suppressed laugh, revealing a complicated school situation that she probably wouldn't see in other schools.

In this regard.

Ian was extremely satisfied.

His efforts to rectify the ills of capitalism over the years seem to have been quite effective.

"I'm going to eat now, bye-bye." Ian thanked his female classmate and turned to rush towards the cafeteria, his school uniform jacket billowing happily behind him.

"and many more!"

The girl suddenly wanted to call out to him.

Could you please provide your contact information?

She clearly wanted to develop a relationship with Ian.

I'm really looking forward to it.

However, Ian, who has super hearing, did not turn around.

Seeing that Ian had disappeared without a trace, the female classmate, who shouldn't even have a name, could only sigh, turn around and leave, disappearing from the spotlight. This disappearance might last a lifetime.

In this regard.

Ian was unaware of this.

He jogged into the cafeteria and found it was indeed quite crowded, even more so than usual.

"Yes, merit +1. My merit over there is also +1, and the same goes for this side." Ian knew that it was because of him that everyone was able to have another paid lunch.

Instead of being embezzled by America's school.

While queuing for food, he silently counted the students coming and going in his mind.

Merit +1.

"Another one I don't know, +1."

"This guy who was cursing the school yesterday is eating well today, plus one more."

After eating and drinking enough.

Ian picked up his thermos with satisfaction and followed the crowd out of the school.

The sun shines on my face.

He couldn't help but hum a song.

"Today is another day full of good deeds." That's what it means to like doing good deeds; even good deeds done in the past will continue to bear fruit.

Merit begets merit.

Merit is boundless and inexhaustible.

"The real merit is yet to come."

Because school ends too early.

Ian didn't receive a call from real estate agent Phil.

So he decided to do something big.

of course.

Ian still kept in mind Clark's warning that "no one is allowed to go out and punish evil today," so he wouldn't cause any big trouble. At least today, he would definitely behave like a good boy.

"Lord Ian wants to spread kindness throughout the world."

Ian glanced at his bank balance on his phone again. He already had a plan for how to spend the money. He whistled, and the Hellcat sports car pulled up in front of him with a beautiful drift.

The door opens automatically.

The Coke on the cup holder was still steaming.

Obviously.

The hellcat knew that its owner had become a billionaire.

It is adapting.

"Well done." Ian patted the dashboard in front of him, sat down in his special seat, picked up an ice-cold Coke and took a big gulp, then shook the can.

"Once I find a way to link to Hell and create my own demon summoning spell, you'll have plenty of oil every day," Ian began to paint a rosy picture for Hellcat.

His ride was quite swayed by this. The Hellcat's engine roared merrily as it carried the capitalist god through the streets of the metropolis, finally stopping in front of an old apartment building.

get off.

Go upstairs.

Knock on the door.

Ian didn't try the broken elevator. Instead, he took the stairs to a front door. He heard rustling sounds coming from inside, followed by the sound of slippers dragging on the floor.

"Who is it—in the middle of the afternoon?"

Leonard rubbed his eyes, looking exhausted as he looked at the boy standing outside the door: "Oh, it's you, the rich kid who said he'd hire us and had a full ten million in pocket money!"

He was a little surprised.

But more than anything, I was surprised.

"Who?"

Sheldon's voice came from inside the house.

No one responded.

Neither Leonard nor Sheldon are ordinary NPCs.

They weren't sacrificed to the heavens last night.

However, both of them were sleeping in the living room, as if catching up on sleep. Perhaps college students are not protected by DC's minor protection law—their school was bombed last night.

I have nowhere to work.

“Now I’m a billionaire, not a multi-millionaire. Mr. Wayne gave me more money than his closest relatives. He must really think highly of my startup project.”

Ian didn't forget to show off his bank account balance.

He knew he still had to rely on Uncle Bruce's name.

This is what enabled him to successfully hire useful scientists.

"!!!!!!"

Another person with eyes that looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets appeared.

Leonard was completely stunned.

Is the US dollar really just a number for those ultra-wealthy individuals?

Such an outrageous amount of "pocket money" made him begin to suspect that it wasn't that Ian's father had saved the King of Gotham's life, but rather that the King of Gotham would die if he lost Ian for some reason.

If not.

This makes no sense at all!

"Forehead……"

Leonard was so shocked he couldn't speak.

I held it in for a long time.

He finally managed to utter the question he'd wanted to ask earlier.

"Did Mr. Bruce Wayne tell you that we live here?" Even though Leonard's memory wasn't great, he still remembered that he hadn't given Ian the address.

His previous encounter with Ian was truly magical, so the otaku actually remembered it very clearly.

“No, I found this place purely through intelligence.” Ian grinned. He could find his aunt even without the black box, let alone now that he has Marvel's cutting-edge technology at his fingertips.

"..."

Leonard was momentarily at a loss for words. He had expected to hear about cutting-edge technologies like "satellite positioning" and "facial recognition," or even conspiracy theories about Wayne Enterprises monitoring the world.

"wisdom?"

This word seemed to have triggered some kind of switch.

inside the house.

Sheldon Cooper emerged from the tent in the living room.

His tent still bore the word "shelter," and his hair was a mess, as if he'd been struck by lightning: "The earth really needs enough wisdom to create enough things to defend against disasters—mainly to protect me."

“What happened yesterday was terrible, worse than the worst disaster in Star Trek.” Sheldon’s tone was filled with the worry of a frightened bird.