The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1233 The Farm of Justice (22)
The huge Lamborghini tractor caused a sensation the first day it was delivered to the Smallville garage, and it was even more sensational when the Kents arrived to receive it.

Everyone knows that Kent Farm is the leader here. Old Kent is a practical man who has been farming all his life, not the kind of rich man who needs a luxury car to show off his wealth.

Moreover, Jonathan's slightly stingy life style is well-known in the entire Snowville town, and everyone wants to know how many wrong strings his brain has to buy such an expensive tractor.

Jonathan scolded Clark as he walked into the parking lot, but he couldn't hide the joy on his face. He was not happy about owning a Lamborghini tractor soon, but that his son actually made a good friend who would give gifts to each other.

Jonathan and Clark stood in front of this huge tractor, and Jonathan said with tears in his eyes: "When you were young, Martha and I were worried that your abnormalities would be discovered by others and bring you danger, so we rarely took You go out to socialize."

"The town's population is not large, and young people are unwilling to stay here to do farm work. As a result, you don't have many friends of the same age in the local area. The people you know are either middle school classmates or people from my generation."

"I'm so glad that Martha and I let you go to the metropolis to go to college instead of staying here to study agricultural training courses. A big city will open your mind and make you a long-term vision. It will also allow you to make many good friends. I I'm really worried that you won't be able to make friends..."

Clark hugged Jonathan and patted him on the back reassuringly. He knew what Jonathan was worried about.

The meteorite that fell that night completely changed the life trajectory of the young farmer couple. They love this child so much, but they also understand that he is not a human being. If he wants to integrate into human society, he has to pay an extra price.

Jonathan was not worried that Clark would not be able to make friends, but worried that Clark had too much contact with any human being, and they would easily be found abnormal. Humans instinctively reject things that are not of my race. Jonathan was worried that Clark was invested in feelings, but Injuried.

Jonathan often taught Clark not to accept expensive gifts from others, but expensive gifts represented more precious intentions and represented Clark's weight in their hearts.

In Jonathan's view, both Bruce and Diana are rich people living in big cities. They may not know much about tractors, so they can only choose the best one within their ability, which means that they are interested in tractors. Clark's precious heart, so Jonathan didn't care about those questioning eyes.

The technicians from the dealership drove the big tractor to the Kent farm, and Martha came out happily. Diana, who was walking behind, nudged Bruce with her elbow and said, "This is the most special luxury tractor you have ever owned." car, right?"

"That's right, it's too high, I'm afraid it won't fit into the garage at Wayne Manor."

"I mean, this is a super cool gift from you for your friend that I would remember forever if it were me."

Bruce remained silent and did not answer. Diana continued: "The playboy side of you that the media reported is actually all you pretended. It seems that you are not flamboyant, talkative, unwilling to socialize, and even a little taciturn."

"What did you major in college?" Bruce asked.

"history."

"I thought you were studying psychology."

After speaking, Bruce stepped forward and came to the side of the Lamborghini tractor. Clark, who was sitting in the driver's seat studying the various buttons, saw him coming and stretched out his arm towards him. Bruce grabbed his arm and got into the car vigorously. , sat in the passenger seat.

Clark eagerly looked at the pile of buttons, but then he seemed a little dazed. He first held the handle, and then said: "Uh, I know that these two buttons are forward and backward... and this reading, it should be Speed, this key is to check the connection, and this..."

"Very well, I know about a dozen keys and six types of data on this machine." Clark touched his lips and said, "Then the problem comes, the remaining 40 keys, 60 gears and more than 20 types What are the data used for?"

"So, you can't drive a tractor?"

"I can't drive a Lamborghini!"

The two stared at each other, tens of seconds later, Bruce waved to Clark and said, "Get out of the way, let me do it."

The two exchanged positions, and Bruce first studied the steering wheel operating handle and some buttons on the panel.

Clark leaned next to him, pointed to the data on the panel and said, "These are all in German, there is Italian on the panel over there, and there are strange German abbreviations here, what is there? Latin? Why? Just no English?"

"Don't talk, I'm researching." Bruce operated the handle, tilted his head and glanced at the rearview mirror, pressed the button on the handle, and then pulled it back hard. With a "bang", the car bumped.

At this point, Clark hadn't realized the seriousness of the problem, and he was still trying to understand the complex data on those panels.

Bruce glanced at the buttons on the panel. He knew German and Italian, but all the buttons were written with abbreviations, that is, the kind of logo with only a few capital letters. Bruce didn't know what the abbreviations were, but he I made some understanding according to my own speculation.

Bruce, who has experienced the battle of hell, the biggest gain is that he has lost a bit of overly cautious hypocrisy, and has more rampant courage.

Bruce stretched out his hand, pressed a button, held the joystick tightly, first turned it to the right, and then pushed it forward. With a "boom", the tractor rushed out.

The strong push back almost flashed Clark's waist. The back of his head hit the back of the chair with a "bang". The blown leaves were thrown on the road by the speeding tractor.

The Lamborghini tractor rushed out directly along the road in front of the Kent farm, and the rumbling sound was louder than that of Chunlei last night.

Clark yelled amidst the roar of the engine: "Why did you drive the highest horsepower??!!! Don't you know how to drive a Lamborghini?!!!"

"But I can't drive a tractor!!!!!!"

"Boom boom boom boom boom!!!"

"What are you two doing?!"

Diana flew to the side of the speeding tractor. While tightening her arms and maintaining a streamlined body, she followed the tractor's airflow and flew forward. At the same time, she turned her head to look at the two men who were tightly grasping the railing in the window. Roared: "Do you like drag racing so much?!! It's a Lamborghini, but it's a tractor!!! Stop it!!!"

"Boom boom boom boom boom!!!"

There was a loud noise, and Diana and Clark covered their ears. When the huge tractor sped up on the rural road, the smoke was as big as a missile explosion. Diana ate a mouthful of dirt, non-stop Coughing, covering his mouth with his hands.

"Brake! Brake!" Clark yelled in horror: "There is a turn ahead, turn the steering wheel!!!"

Hearing Clark yelling to brake, Bruce braked decisively, but there was a curve ahead, and he had to keep turning the steering wheel before the speed slowed down.

While turning the steering wheel while braking, the result was that the Lamborghini tractor drew a smooth arc and drifted through the corners.

Finally, the grumpy Amazonian princess couldn't bear it any longer. She flew to the back of the car, grabbed it out of thin air with her right hand, and threw out a long whip-like rope. The entire tractor was tied up several hundred meters away.

Diana wrapped her hands around the tail of the noose, pulled her arm back vigorously, a screeching sound of brakes sounded, billowing black smoke billowed from the bottom of the tires, and the tractor, which crashed like a bull, finally stopped.

Clark lay on the console in front of him, slowly stretched out his hand, and gave Bruce a thumbs up next to him.

Bruce pressed his hand on the place where his forehead was hit on the iron frame next to him, and when he took his hand away, he found that his hand was full of blood.

When the huge steel machine started to run, the deafening whistling and the tremor brought by the full power of the engine made the eardrums and muscles of the people sitting on the car buzz.

But at the same time, such tremors also ignited the flames in his blood. Clark next to him laughed first, and the rhythm of his laughter was as rapid and enthusiastic as his heartbeat. Bruce leaned his head on the back of the chair, and laughed Also like his heartbeat, slow and powerful.

None of them could tell what the fun of driving a Lamborghini tractor down country roads was.

But the kind of absurd joy that suddenly rises in my heart like a wheat seedling that has just been sown, is simple and pure, making people want to laugh and cry.

The laughter stopped abruptly when the disgraced Diana stood on the hood of the tractor with her arms folded. Feeling Diana's death stare, Clark coughed twice, opened the door and got out of the car and said:

"This tractor is good everywhere, but it's a bit too complicated. We may need an instruction manual. I'll go back and get it now, and I'll be back later."

Diana sighed deeply, looking at the two of them, as if looking at two dogs that had bitten the sofa.

After Clark flew away, Diana sat in the driver's seat. As soon as Bruce turned his head, Diana saw the blood on his forehead. Diana exclaimed, and then her fingertips lit up a little.

She lightly pressed her finger on Bruce's forehead, and when Bruce's blue eyes looked up at her, Diana withdrew her finger in a panic.

She thought she would hear flamboyant teasing from Bruce, but Bruce looked at her seriously and asked, "Did you hold the tractor with a rope?"

"Oh, yes, that rope is... Well, I don't know how to explain it to you, anyway... Well, I can actually do magic..."

"I mean, if you can grab it once, you can grab it a second time, right?"

Diana narrowed her eyes, she had a bad premonition, and soon, this bad premonition came true.

Clark quickly flew back with the manual. The manual for this Lamborghini tractor was a real "book", thicker than an ordinary novel. The three of them put their heads together and began to study the contents above.

When reading the theory, everyone felt that they were good at it, and Clark felt that he was better at it. After reading it for less than 3 minutes, he raised his hand and said, "Very good, I have fully understood all this! Now let's put the car Drive back!"

After speaking, he switched places with Diana and returned to the driving seat.

A round of red sunset in Kansas reached the horizon. On a flat country road, a huge tractor drove three people along the way, and the billowing smoke was blown backward by the wind, like a cloud.

"We're here, stop!"

"How to stop! The brakes are useless!!!"

"You pressed the wrong key! Press the blue one!"

"You two trash! Still have to look at mine!!"

"Swoosh! Squeak——!!!"

"boom!"

"what!"

"Uh!"

(End of this chapter)