Superman is my primary school classmate

"Anna, I'm back."

A belly-whispering smell wafts from the kitchen, the delicious thick white fish soup is rolling on the stove, and the sweet aroma of baked wheat flour is exuding from the oven.The stove in the living room was burning with a dying fire, and the warm air in the room made people lazy and soft to the bone.

Sean took off his boots, scarf, coat, and sweater one by one from the moment he entered the door. He was already sweating when he collapsed on the sofa. Clark followed him and silently picked up the clothes and hung them up. On a hanger in the corner. ''

"How many times have I told you, don't drink ice, it's bad for your stomach." When Anna came out of the kitchen, she saw Sean pouring the cold orange juice on the table into his stomach. In the evening, the orange juice is cold, so grandma will warm it up for you."

As he spoke, he reached for the cup, but Sean dodged it. He changed the subject coquettishly to Anna, "When are we going to eat? I'm so hungry that I could eat an elephant."

With a helpless expression on her face, Anna pushed the small basket of sweet cream cakes that had been prepared on the coffee table to him, "It will be ready soon, and the meal will be served in a while. My precious grandson is hungry, so he will eat some snacks to fill his stomach—— Is this your guest today?"

Clark, who had been sitting silently beside Sean, was named by Anna. He bowed his head and straightened his back, and greeted him stiffly, "Grandma, grandma, I am Sean's classmate, Clark Kent .”

"Okay, okay." Anna smiled and touched Clark's soft curly hair, "The child is so cute, you must get along well with Sean, Sean has never brought friends home. Is he usually the same as now? , very self-willed in school?"

"Anna." Sean clicked like a squirrel, stuffed all the biscuits into his mouth, chewed with puffed cheeks, drank a big mouthful of orange juice, and swallowed all the small biscuits into his stomach with a grunt. Leave one for Clark.

"Why don't you ask?" How could Anna not understand her grandson, "Don't think I didn't see it, take out all the hidden biscuits, and be so childish when the guests come."

"Tsk." Sean wiped his mouth and took out the biscuit hidden in the handkerchief from the sofa cushion behind him.

"Here you are." Sean said reluctantly, "Anna's biscuits are the most delicious in Smallwell, you, yes, have, good, good, taste, taste."

Clark took a piece amidst Anna's encouraging eyes and Sean's sword dancing eyes.Anna was satisfied to see the harmonious scene in the living room, and went into the kitchen with peace of mind.

"Let's talk." Sean changed his face the moment Anna's heels left, and leaned on the back of the sofa with his legs crossed, "What happened during the half a month you came here."

Clark's thoughts drifted to half a month ago.

I remember that at the moment before the memory, Clark clearly recalled that he was visiting the injured Sean in the hospital, and Sean nodded to express that he had this impression.

Clark fell into contemplation, and fell into a coma at the same moment the two hands touched.But Clark was not in a long corridor as Sean said. Not long after he fell into darkness, he woke up from dizziness.

When I woke up, it was daytime half a month ago.

Clark opened his eyes unprepared in the noisy classroom, and sat in the elementary school classroom that he had not seen for many years. The familiar desks and chairs and the smell of books in the air gave Clark a particularly novel new experience .

The students around me are the faces in my memory. They are only eleven or twelve years old, and they are still at the stage where they are more interested in playing than studying. They run and play between the desks and the aisles.

There are those who are keen on making all kinds of paper balls, fighting airplanes in the air, some huddled in the corner to play games, and some chase girls to express their love from the side. It is so real that Clark has to believe that it is the winter of 1999 , he is sitting in the classroom of Class 4, Class C, on the third floor of Smallwell Elementary School.

First of all, Clark is of course unbelievable. Traveling back in time and going back in time have always been the selling points of science fiction films, but there are no relevant reports to prove that it can be realized with existing technology.

It was a dream, Clark told himself.

The young monk Martha was in the prime of Jonathan, and the breath of life rushed to his face. After finishing his studies in the daytime, he returned to his home at night. The family's happy life was so real, just like what Clark remembered. Go through each day step by step.

"If this is a dream, then I hope I don't wake up." Clark saw Jonathan urging himself not to be picky eaters, and Martha was busy in the kitchen, so he said to himself silently in his heart.

Until Sean arrives.

He suddenly realized that he was not the only one, they might have fallen into an illusion together.

"Illusion?" Sean asked in confusion.

Clark said vaguely, "Because I am different from ordinary people, I think it may be because of me that you are implicated, but I swear, nothing as bizarre as this has never happened before."

Sean looked pitifully, "Not an ordinary person? Didn't you sneak out of some research institution like the group last time?"

"Is that..."

Shawn shook his head, and leaned forward to rub some snacks under the coffee table, "It can't be aliens, can it?"

Clark: "..."

However, Sean immediately denied his statement, "Aliens are too scary. Looking at your facial features and normal limbs, you don't look like a guy with seven or eight tentacles and two or three heads."

Xiao En had a bright smile on his face. In his hand was the gummy bear hidden by Anna. He opened the jar, grabbed it and threw it into his mouth. "Special powers!"

Clark shut his mouth and chose not to answer.

"Leave it on TV." Sean clenched his right hand and punched his left palm, his eyes glistened, "He is born with infinite strength, can move objects through space, fly into the sky, escape from the ground, discharge electricity, and breathe fire, especially powerful!"

With cold sweat on Clark's forehead, he watched him jumping up and down on the sofa with all his teeth and claws, punching and kicking, and asked excitedly, "Clark, what about you, what about you?"

"This..." Clark tilted his head and said implicitly, "That is to say, he has a little more strength than ordinary people, runs a little faster, is less prone to injury, and is no different than usual—"

Before he finished speaking, Clark saw Sean's eyes lit up, and he crawled in front of him at an astonishing speed, forcing him to the corner of the sofa, and almost crawled on top of him.

Sean looked up and down the rare animal, pointed to the glass and asked expectantly, "Can you crush it?"

Clark: "Okay..."

Sean continued to attack with his fiery eyes, "Then you can also bend the spoon?"

Clark nodded embarrassingly when he thought of the trash cans in the kitchen full of waste spoons and the knives and forks that Martha bought by the dozen in the drawer when he was young.

"I can run faster than a car, and if I collide with a car, I won't get hurt."

"so cool!"

Sean sat back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and praised with envy from the bottom of his heart.

When Sean was young, he also fantasized that he might be different, able to fly to the sky and have wings, but he extinguished this idea when he broke his neck after jumping from the roof.

Sean patted Clark on the shoulder heavily, and said earnestly, "Hiding among humans for so long, hiding your achievements and fame, it's really hard for you."

Clark: "It's fine."

"You told me such a big secret." Sean lowered his voice, and whispered with Clark, head to head: "Then I'll tell you a secret too."

Seeing that Sean was very enthusiastic, Clark could only pretend to be curious.

Sean looked around the kitchen. Anna probably didn't hear what was said here, so he whispered, "Actually, I'm not a child of the Canav family."

Clark opened his mouth, "You mean..."

Sean breathed a sigh of relief, shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, "I'm not born to the Canav family."

He wagged his fingers seriously and said, "Since I was a child, my dad has always treated me strangely, and I don't have a clear memory of before the age of 5 or 6. At this age, parents are always around, But they never cared about me, and threw me to Anna, who was very kind to me, would buy me whatever I wanted, never scold me, always pamper me, but always despoil me..."

Sean thought of the scene when he was crying for an extra bite of candy when he was a child, begging for mercy and acting like a baby after Anna's buttocks, and stopped talking with a shudder.

"...Could it be that you were wrong?"

"Probably not." Sean watched Anna come out with the pot and patted Clark to go to the dining table together. "I don't look similar to Mom and Dad. Anna said that it's because I look like grandpa. However, I have seen photos .”

Clark followed Sean's line of sight and saw the photos hanging on the wall, which were group photos of the Canave family over the years, and one of them was the young Brandy and Lilian standing behind Anna and Foss.

In the photo, Brandy's brown hair was combed neatly and touched with pomade. His square face made him look extraordinarily heroic. Lilian was still studying, wearing a uniform and smiling.

Anna, who was sitting on the stool, had a clear view of her youthful demeanor, ivory complexion, and elegant eyebrows. She held the hand of her husband sitting beside her and smiled happily.

Clark looked at the old Mr. Canav, who had the same black hair and black eyes as Sean, with thin feet and gold wire round eyes, and the gold chain hanging from the temples wrapped around the back of the neck. He was wearing a well-fitting suit and tie. Like a pedant in a university rather than a slick businessman who has worked hard in the business world for many years.

"what--"

Just about to say something, the two heard Anna exclaim at the same time.

Sean ran quickly, followed by Clark.

When Anna came out with the heavy pottery pot, she didn't pay attention to her feet, and tripped over the carpet at the kitchen door, shaking her figure, the fish soup in her hand was splashed back and forth, and finally fell forward.

Sean is rushing towards the corner!

The overturned hot soup spilled on Sean, and the sprint of running made it too late for him to react.

Seeing that this was not good, Clark clenched his fists and ran towards Sean with all his might, trying to pull him away.

Everything happens within 0.01 seconds.

In the next second, time suddenly stopped.

Clark felt that his speed was imprisoned, and his stagnant legs could not move forward.He was surprised to find that with Sean as the center, the space began to undergo a three-dimensional distortion, and objects turned into visible particles were attracted and swallowed by the huge black hole that appeared.

Clark, powerless, could only close his eyes tightly, and wait for him to open them again.

He found himself sitting in Sean's ward in the hospital, the ticking ticking sound in the room, and the minute hand of the clock hanging on the wall just jumped.

shows that it is 10:30 Central Daylight Time.

The author has something to say: Well, Clark, don't take Sean's credit.

Clark shook his head violently: I didn't.