American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!

"No, I'm here to be your teacher, a tutor."

Martian Manhunter shrugged, "Your father invited me."

Listening to each other's words, Clark and Azu looked at each other.

Clark was a little worried about Peter's wallet.

As we all know, tutoring is expensive.

Not to mention inviting a Martian to be a teacher for himself and Azu.

The godfather must have paid a heavy price.

What Clark didn't know was that Peter had taken him down with just a box of Oreos.

According to Peter's memories from his previous life, Martian Manhunter seems to be particularly keen on Oreos.

So he came to visit with a box of Oreos, and successfully convinced him without any effort.

In Martian Manhunter's words, he was not convinced by the cookies, but felt that John and Clark needed more professional guidance.

"What can you teach us? Mr. Jones."

Azu asked him curiously.

At first, he thought the other person was a black man and was still a little reluctant. Now that he knew the other person was a Martian, most of his grudges were gone.

As for whether Martian Manhunter is considered an alien creature, he has automatically ignored it.

Anyway, he was just talking nonsense to Clark.

"I can teach you formal flying skills, John, this is your only chance."

Martian Manhunter said with a serious expression: "Your talent is being revealed now, but you don't know how to use it correctly."

"And you, Clark."

As he said this, he looked at Clark, "Your talent is unparalleled. I can guide you to discover the changes in your body more easily."

Clark and Azu looked at each other, and suddenly had a bad feeling in their hearts: I'm afraid their life in the future will not be so easy.

Just dealing with the teachers at school is already overwhelming, and now there is an additional tutor

Azu suddenly frowned. He had to find time to play and earn pocket money on the farm. How could he have time to receive tutoring from his tutor?

night.

Peter looked at the sumptuous dinner in front of him in shock.

Clark and Azu were also confused.

The large table of delicious food exuding a rich aroma in front of them is really their dinner?

Two tender eggs fried on both sides, two buttermilk pancakes as big as manhole covers, four sausages, whole wheat toast, and a toasted cinnamon bun on a separate plate.

Everything except the cinnamon buns was slathered in maple syrup.

With a sense of surprise, Clark took a bite of the sausage. It was coated with authentic, genuine maple syrup and the meaty aroma of the sausage immediately overflowed Clark's taste buds.

His eyes lit up. It was as if the maple syrup was taken directly from the tree, rather than the kind bought from the grocery store that would make people feel stomach upset.

(Clark is often encouraged by Azu to go to the grocery store to buy maple syrup secretly)

"Ahem."

Peter looked away from the food and said to the two naughty children who were eating wildly: "John, Clark, eat slowly and carefully, don't be like a lumberjack."

The two nodded repeatedly, but the movements in their hands showed no intention of stopping.

Peter looked at Martian Manhunter who had taken off his apron and was sitting on the dining table, and couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Jones, have you ever been a chef in a hotel?"

"No, I just like to study cooking techniques."

Martian Manhunter gracefully opened the tender eggs with a knife and fork and said, "Actually, I'm better at making cookies."

Peter nodded, looked around the clean and tidy room, and then looked down at the sausages on the plate.

By the way, I won’t really recruit a professional nanny, right? !

If he hadn't known that this guy was really the Martian Manhunter, he would have thought that he was some kind of housekeeping expert.

After a relaxing dinner, Martian Manhunter took advantage of the darkness to tutor Azu in his flying skills.

Clark sat in front of the sofa and watched TV to pass the time.

A TV series called An American Werewolf in London is playing on the TV.

At the climax of the plot, the titular werewolf rampages through London's Piccadilly Circus.

Injury and confusion, cars honking and screaming.

The beasts tore the terrified pedestrians apart and flung them into the crowd.

"Crack!"

Peter pressed the remote control to turn off the TV, "This is not the show for you, Clark."

Seeing that the TV was turned off, Clark scratched his head and said to him, "Godfather, Azu said this TV series is very good."

Peter: "."

It seems that Azu’s skin is itchy again.

Not only did he not curb his hobby of horror movies, he also tried to infect Clark with this bad habit.

Sitting on the sofa, Peter coughed, "This is not suitable for you at this age, Clark."

Even though Clark had just turned an alien parasite into powder yesterday.

"Well, actually, I think it's average."

Clark couldn't help but complain to Peter: "The werewolf looks like a mindless fool, and he also hurts innocent people without restraint."

Peter asked him, "So you think he's a bad guy? This werewolf."

"Yes, Godfather, he is a bad guy, even though he is the protagonist."

Peter nodded and said: "But sometimes, we can't control ourselves, just like the parasite this time. He manipulated Dr. David. If you are also manipulated by the parasite to harm others, what do you want others to do? Clark. "

Clark lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head and said firmly: "I won't do that, but if that really happens."

He clenched his fist and exhaled, "Dad, do you remember that green stone? The one in Lana's necklace."

"Uh-huh."

Peter nodded.

Clark said very consciously: "If I really hurt my family like Dr. David or the werewolf, Godfather, you can beat me with that stone, just like what A-Zu did to me that day."

Peter was slightly stunned.

He didn't expect Clark to be so conscious.

Is this why you gave the kryptonite to Batman for safekeeping when you grew up?

You don't know that the kid used kryptonite against you, but did he really kill you?

Shaking his head, Peter suppressed the thoughts in his mind and comforted Clark: "No, you won't, Godfather will protect you and prevent this from happening."

"Thank you, Godfather, I won't be parasitized by parasites either."

Clark said very confidently.

Soon he thought of another thing, and his face immediately drooped, "Godfather, will I really not be irradiated?"

Although Peter had explained to him that he was immune to nuclear radiation, Clark still cared a lot.

"Yes, your body is immune to radiation, Clark."

Peter's expression became serious, "But Clark, you shouldn't have promised John Jones at that time. If you don't have the ability to be immune to radiation, think about what will happen? Clark, you are not ready to be a savior now."

"I understand, Godfather, Mr. Jones asked me to choose, but in fact, I don't like to choose, as if I will lose something every time I make a choice, just like this time, I thought I would be irradiated if I choose to do it."

Clark said frustratedly: "But, Godfather, you told me that we are in a choice every moment, just like mice and monkeys in the laboratory."

Peter was slightly stunned, "What mice and monkeys?"

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