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

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Ian's older brother, Jordan, was still a little sleepy, propping his face up with one hand and looking drowsy. "I heard him leaving early this morning," he said.

Hear the words.

Louise frowned.

"Wasn't we supposed to let him rest at home for a few days?"

Her tone carried a hint of worry. At that moment, Clark, who had been expressionless, was also helping her, bringing plates of fried eggs and toast to the two children.

"You can't keep a nerd in check, he just loves studying." Jordan shrugged, his tone carrying a subtle hint of admiration—he genuinely admired his little brother, who had looked like a ghost after launching a missile last night, yet still managed to get up early and go to school today.

No wonder this guy gets such good grades!

“Let me talk to Ian tonight,” Jonathan said, taking on the responsibility of being the older brother as he mixed milk and coffee into his protein powder.

As a rugby player.

This is a standard breakfast.

Flesh and blood are bitter and weak.

He must rely on technology and ruthless skill to break through the fierce competition on the court.

……

Metropolitan public high school.

Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting bright patches of light on the desks. There were only a few people in the classroom, and Ian was resting his chin on his hand, staring at the system panel that only he could see.

[Special Class: Berserker LV1 [6/10]]

It can only be said that this leveling speed did not meet his expectations. There was nothing he could do about it; he simply couldn't exploit the system's bug and become a perpetual leveling machine.

"Although I don't have a mana bar, my skills obviously can't be used indefinitely either." Ian sighed slightly, looking as melancholy as if he had aged eighteen years in one go.

"First, I need to strengthen my body." Ian silently calculated in his mind, "Although my body is already much stronger than before, only with a stronger physique can I withstand more ferocious leveling methods, allowing my extraordinary profession to level up faster, so that I can smoothly 'bang bang bang' punch my dad twice when my rebellious phase arrives."

Ambitious Ian was making plans for his adolescence. Just as he was pondering this, a strong scent of perfume approached, and he knew without turning around that it was his deskmate coming to school.

"Hey, isn't this Ian who skipped class all day? Where did you go yesterday?" Madison Montgomery plopped down next to him, his long blond hair whipping out in a dazzling arc.

"metropolis."

Ian didn't turn around, and gave a dry response.

"What fun things could there be in the metropolis that would make a study fanatic like you miss Monday's class?" Madison scoffed and rolled her eyes dramatically.

She wore a meticulously applied makeup today, with her mascara applied to separate each lash, and her lips painted a vibrant fuchsia. She even deliberately left two buttons undone on her school uniform shirt.

It revealed a necklace that was of a more upscale, bourgeois quality.

"I went to Hollywood on Saturday and Sunday. Although I didn't meet any talent scouts, I did run into a guy who was even more handsome than you in front of a bar called 'Light Bar'." Madison is a girl who loves to share, though most of the time her desire to share is to satisfy her vanity.

"However, as handsome as he is, that man is not my type, especially since he refused to let me into his bar because I am a minor, which is really speechless."

"In your words, he's just a slut. Please, if I walk out like this, who would think I'm only fourteen? I've already sneaked into bars in the Metropolis twice!"

This is not.

What you want to show off may be late, but it will come eventually.

Ian wasn't particularly interested in bars, but he was still drawn in by Madison's words. The boy stared at his classmate with a rather surprised look in his eyes.

"I must say, little punk, you're really brave." Ian praised her sincerely, even putting down his book and giving his courageous deskmate a thumbs up.

Madison paused for a moment.

"Of course!"

She then responded triumphantly.

Clearly, the blonde girl thought Ian was referring to her daring to go to the bar. However, in reality, Ian's heart skipped a beat when he heard the name "Bar of Light." If Ian remembered correctly, the people living there were among the few beings his father couldn't defeat on Earth.

This is at least the case under normal circumstances.

Chapter 10 Daily life in the metropolis

Again.

Anyone who has done preparations for traveling to the DC Universe understands.

What does the Bar of Light in Los Angeles mean?

"Lucifer..."

Ian swallowed hard and murmured softly.

"what?"

Madison's ears seemed to be very sharp. "How do you know that man's name... Yes, it's that childish, someone actually named himself Lucifer Morning Star."

"That's ridiculous. He sounds like a washed-up rock singer. It's such a waste of that handsome face. You're definitely better than that damn bar owner in that respect."

Madison's acerbic wit remained consistently sharp.

Ian glanced at Madison, the blonde girl who was making disdainful comments about the King of Hell's taste, clearly unaware of who she was criticizing.

"Little delinquent girl."

He spoke suddenly.

"Ok?"

Madison looked at his deskmate with suspicion.

"I hope you can be a good person in the future and go to heaven." Ian sincerely offered his blessings, but Madison just rolled her eyes and scoffed.

"I don't believe in heaven or hell, and good people can't make it in Hollywood." This was Madison's dream: to become a Hollywood star.

Ian didn't explain, he just sighed softly. Just then, another scent of perfume approached, smelling rather cheap, far inferior to Madison's taste.

A girl with brown wavy hair, holding a necklace, walked happily toward Ian, her eyes filled with anticipation.

This is Emily.

A classmate who faked falling in front of Ian more than ten times.

"Ian, you didn't come to school yesterday. Was it because you were sick?" Emily greeted Ian immediately, her expression full of concern.

Are you cursing me to get sick?

Ian frowned slightly, his focus rather peculiar.

"..."

Emily's expression froze for a moment, then she forced a smile and held up the necklace in her hand. "Okay, I misspoke. Could you please help me put this necklace on?"

“It’s a birthday present my mom gave me this morning.” She drawled out her words, emphasizing the word “birthday present.”

“My mom also gives me birthday presents on my birthday.” Ian glanced at Emily with clear eyes, then lowered his head to organize his textbooks.

The chat seemed to have died.

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Emily's face. Seeing this, a male classmate next to her immediately came over enthusiastically, smiling broadly as he said, "Let me help you."

She was a helpful classmate, but unfortunately, the freckles on her face were beyond the appropriate range, which was probably why Emily immediately withdrew her hands.

"No thanks."

She remained polite, but her refusal was also decisive. The male student was completely bewildered, standing there at a loss, the young and enthusiastic boy still not understanding why.

"Killing me."

Madison burst into laughter at the sight, collapsing onto the table and shaking her shoulders. "Hahahaha! Emily, your acting is absolutely terrible!"

She doesn't forget to make sarcastic remarks even when she's laughing.

“Mind your own business, Miss Montgomery!” Emily said bitterly, her tone indignant. Madison, however, seemed completely unfazed by her warning.

She even planned to add fuel to the fire.

“I’m in a good mood today, so I’ll teach you for free what it means to use Ian.” With that, Madison unfastened the necklace around her neck.

"Help me fasten it, you studyaholic." Madison turned his back to Ian, and as he spoke, he slapped a ten-dollar bill onto the book Ian was reading.

The next moment, Ian immediately took the necklace with practiced ease, his fingers deftly circling Madison's blond hair, fastening the clasp in less than three seconds.

Extremely skilled.

In particular, he was incredibly quick to stuff the ten dollars into his pocket.

have to say.

Madison is indeed quite wealthy.

For a middle school student, this was definitely a considerable amount of pocket money. Therefore, the large sum of money triumphed over Ian's laziness, and the knowledge in textbooks failed to defeat Alexander Hamilton.

Its power was only nine-tenths weaker than Franklin's.

That's already very strong.

"See that? That's what you call professional."

Madison glanced at Emily defiantly and took back the five dollars Ian had given her in change—the son of Superman had his own principles when it came to earning money through labor.

"Just you wait! Bitch! Don't let me see you after school!" Emily, whose expression was already somewhat unpleasant, saw this scene and immediately gritted her teeth, stomped her foot, and turned to leave.

Regarding her threats.

Madison remained unconvinced.

"Seriously, where did you go yesterday after skipping class? Don't tell me you went to the bookstore." Madison continued chatting with Ian, and even took out nail polish to start painting her nails.

"I didn't skip class."

Ian corrected his deskmate's choice of words.

"I took sick leave."

He demonstrated his meticulousness.

"Oh? Sick leave?"

Madison held her shiny nails up to the sunlight.

"Of course it's sick leave. My parents took me to see a psychologist." Ian didn't feel the need to hide anything; seeing a psychologist wasn't unusual in the United States.