[Comprehensive] The daily life of raising children with the mortal enemy

at breakfast.

Connor sat at the table drinking milk, chewing bread, watching Lex straighten Clark's tie, he wondered if Lex could tie a tie for himself, but that's how Lex straightened Clark.

Clark's polite upbringing prevented him from rejecting Lex's "good intentions", especially because the clothes on his body were all matched by Lex, especially in front of the child. He knew that he should try to leave his parents to his son as much as possible. Make a happy impression so that Connor will not have a bad reaction in his heart.

There is no child who does not want his parents to be harmonious and dear.

Even if he and Lex were enemies the day before, to be precise, they still are now.

"Did you call the Daily Planet?" Lex asked, fiddling with Clark's tie.

Clark nodded his head back, and Lex's finger brushed his Adam's apple, "I took two hours off."

Clark glanced down to see that Lex himself was not wearing a tie, and he also doubted that Lex would be able to tie it for himself, and a moment had passed.

"Okay, handsome dad," Lex said, patting Clark's chest with the back of his hand, "the teachers will definitely be conquered by your righteous charm."

Clark frowned, decided to ignore Lex's sarcasm, and turned to look at the mirror on the side wine cabinet. He should choose to re-tie his tie when Lex wasn't paying attention.

Lex sat down at his table to have breakfast, and asked Connor if he was still used to eating breakfast?

Clark also sat at the dining table, sitting opposite Connor, and took a sip of coffee. The dining table was filled with various bread sets, fruits, and things he couldn't name.

If his job today is to write a report on the daily life of the rich, he wants to wake people up about the waste on the breakfast table.

"Do I have to go to school?" Connor asked, "I know I know everything. The knowledge in school is like pediatrics to me."

"Yeah, you tell me that," Lex said, scraping a heap of strawberry jam over his own breakfast, "and I don't want my good boy to leave me for a school that's no good, but Your Daddy insists on that. He calls it fitting in, learning to socialize. With some stupid teens."

"We discussed this last night." Clark said to Connor. This is one of his requirements as a parent. Connor needs a healthy and normal environment for growth.

"Well, if you say so," Connor responded to his father's request, "I think it will work out."

"Don't fight with your classmates in school, be a good person." Clark taught.

Lex couldn't help laughing when he heard this, but he didn't dismantle Clark's role as a father, and continued: "Yes, yes, try not to make them ashamed enough to commit suicide, you will find that compared with you They're as fragile as a flock of chickens. But seriously, don't let the chickens kill you, changing schools is a headache, and I don't want to be called by the principal to go there that smells rotten and dying office."

Clark took off his glasses and looked at Lex, motioning with his eyes, are you kidding?You tell your son at the breakfast table on the first day of school about your classmate's death?

Lex pretended not to understand what Clark meant, and stretched out his hand to press a strawberry into Clark's mouth, "Try it, it was just picked this morning, it's very fresh and delicious."

Lex and Clark took Connor out of the car and came to a public school. Similarly, Clark's request rejected Lex's proposal for a prestigious private school in order for Connor to grow up like an ordinary boy.

But Clark still admires Lex's efficiency. What was decided last night, the admission quota has already been obtained this morning, and the next thing to do is to let the principals and teachers interview their family and Connor.

They have to behave like a family that the school can trust, and a smart and sensible son.

"Mr. Luthor," the principal greeted Lex, "It is really an honor for our school to have you choose our school as your son's school."

The principal deeply buried his strong curiosity about how the young Luther would have a 17-year-old son. There are strange things about rich people that are unknown. He and the teachers treated Luther as a VIP, because Lake Sluther that is the sign of a huge sponsorship.

"Thank you." Lex said simply and plainly, he was not good at dealing with this kind of situation, and the personal assistant was not around at this time, it was a family matter.

"Who is this?" the principal asked Clark, looking at him.He thought Connor was Luthor's illegitimate son, because he had never heard of Lex Luthor having a son before, so he thought it would be Luthor who brought his son here alone, but he didn't expect that there was an amazing man with him. A man who feels comfortable and reliable.

"Clark Kent, you know, Connor's other father." Lex introduced simply and clearly.

"Ah? ——Oh, of course." The headmaster turned his astonishment into Lex's natural tone, which made people feel no weirdness, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

At least another strong curiosity in his heart was explained.

Clark politely shook the headmaster's hand and said, "Your school's excellent school spirit is Connor's best choice."

The principal and teachers welcomed Lex and Clark into the interview room.

Lex and Clark sat behind Connor, and Lex leaned forward and whispered something in Connor's ear.

Clark heard with super hearing, Lex said, acted mediocre, they liked mediocrity.

The principal and the teacher looked at the interview papers and officially started the interview with Connor, some questions related to psychology and subject knowledge. Since Connor did not have any enrollment records before this, it took a little longer.

"Your previous tutor must have taught you very well." The interview teachers said with satisfaction.

Lex was impatient and couldn't just leave as if he was attending another meeting, so he knocked on the armrest of the chair unconsciously to pass the time.

Clark reached out and pressed Lex's hand, which would leave a bad impression on the interviewing teachers. Clark shook his head at Lex, "Be good."

Lex looked at Clark, helplessly and impatiently let out a bang with his mouth, and stopped the small movements of his hands.

The interview teachers also felt a sense of oppression, so they had to try their best to shorten the interview time with Connor, while wondering how Lex made that sound.

This is followed by an interview with the parents.

In the car, Clark just told Lex to let him handle this part. Lex just said, yes, I agree, and public schools are different from private schools. They value the influence of a family on students more. The bottom line is, Clark can't let Lex's offense screw this up.

Seriously, this school was his first choice among the schools he had long considered for his future children.

Lex was too lazy to do this, and was happy for Clark to answer those cumbersome interview questions.

After finishing the school work, Clark flew back to his apartment, changed into the clothes that a newspaper reporter should have, and then rushed to work at the "Daily Planet".

"Are you busy saving the world?" The boss, Perry White, teased Clark, and immediately dumped a lot of work on Clark's leave.

"It's almost like this." Clark said, and took a look at the work content delivered by his boss.

"You have to work overtime tonight. This is your punishment for asking for leave early in the morning." The boss said, "This job has to be released tomorrow morning."

"Tonight? No, let it be done," Clark casually pulled a passing colleague and said, "I have something to do tonight."

"Is this Clark Kent in front of me?" The boss looked at Clark suspiciously, "Since when did you start being so busy at night?"

Clark pushed his boss's arm, "Sorry."

"Okay, I'll let you go this time." The boss said benevolently for the sake of Clark's sincerity.

night.

When the boss saw Clark, dressed more expensively and stylishly than himself, standing in the reception holding champagne with a look of idleness and panic at the charity reception.

Can't help cursing a series of swear words in my heart.