Chapter 177 A-Zu: What Belongs to Dad Is Mine, How Can It Be Called Stealing?

Smallville High School.

Clark and Azu walked towards the teaching building together.

Because Azu had been thinking about the three Sandman artifacts, he was a little absent-minded.

"Do you know about the recent epidemic of narcolepsy? John."

Clark asked Azu casually.

"Of course, maybe they are too deep in their sleep to wake up."

Azu thought of his dream last night.

It was no longer a cold and monotonous laboratory that frightened him everywhere, but a farm full of joy, where his father accompanied him and made him not want to wake up.

Clark agreed with Azu, "Maybe, most dreams are very rich, but reality is very skinny. We can't live in dreams, because all dreams will have a time to wake up."

He thought about the dream he had last night - that he and Lana were skinny dipping in the lake.

He didn't quite understand why he was dreaming about this scene.

Could it be because I secretly read the magazines collected by Azu?

I remember that last time I almost set the movie curtain on fire because I peeked at Lana.

Sure enough, once he gets involved with Lana, he will become a little abnormal.

On the other side, Lana was walking to the classroom with Chloe and little Sam.

"It's incredible that you can receive love letters."

Chloe looked at the love letter in her hand and said, "The only weird thing is that this love letter is placed in the cemetery where you often go, which means he knows you very well."

Lana hugged the book and said in a good mood: "I think it's very romantic. I haven't received a love letter since the third grade of elementary school. Love letters are like a lost art to me."

Chloe handed the love letter to Lana, "That's not true. Yesterday when I was in trigonometry, I intercepted a note from a big man to the cheerleader. What he wrote on it was not poetic at all, but he still expressed his meaning clearly. ”

Little Sam next to him asked Lana curiously: "Do you know who wrote it?"

"have no idea."

The three of them were talking when Clark and John came over.

"Hey, what's up? Chloe, what are you talking about?"

Clark asked Chloe.

Seeing Lana standing behind Chloe, his expression felt unnatural for a moment.

I thought about something I shouldn't have thought about again.

"Lana got a love letter."

Chloe handed the envelope to Clark, "She has a mysterious admirer."

Lana was a little embarrassed when Chloe said it in public, "It's nothing."

Chloe smiled and said, "It's nothing. Didn't you just say it was very romantic?"

Clark took the love letter with some displeasure, opened it, and took a look at the words on it.

"It's a bit gross."

Hearing Clark say this, Lana's smile gradually disappeared. She glared at Clark and said, "Of course, we all know that Clark Kent is a man with a heart of stone."

Seeing something was wrong in the atmosphere between the two, Chloe and Little Sam looked at each other.

Lana stood up and said to everyone: "Sorry, I have to leave first. See you later."

When Lana and others left and only Clark and Azu were left at the scene, Azu patted Clark on the shoulder with a complicated expression.

"You're right, Clark, dreams are rich, but reality is very skinny."

Clark exhaled and replied to Azu: "If you ask me, I still feel like this is more like a voyeur than an admirer."

Azu nodded, "I think you are right, Clark, but you should know that girls don't like cold answers. They prefer romantic and interesting things. They are emotional rather than rational."

Clark looked back at Azu in surprise, "Do you know about romance? John."

"No, this is what dad said. In fact, I don't understand romance either."

Azu sighed and continued: "And I have no interest in these girls in school."

"I agree with you, John."

Clark nodded. Azu really didn't like female high school students. He seemed to be more interested in mature women.

After school in the afternoon, Azu accompanied Clark to the Talon Club.

Clark wants to apologize to Lana, who works at the Talon Club after school.

Although Azu has been thinking about Peter's birthday gift, in order to help Clark exorcise his inner demons, he still accompanied him here.

Inside the Talon Club.

Peter is sitting with Officer Chandler.

Handing the thick envelope to the other party, Peter asked him: "There haven't been any stories happening in Smallville recently, right?"

Chandler glanced at the envelope Peter placed on the table, carefully put it away, and stuffed it into the inner pocket of his windbreaker.

"It's nothing. It's been very peaceful recently. I'm not even used to it."

Peter nodded, drank the Long Island iced tea in one gulp, and said to the other party: "Recently, a single lady moved next door to me. I hope you can help me investigate her information. In addition, help me keep an eye out for anyone. Who is looking for her?"

"A single lady?"

Chandler blinked, "Is she important to you?"

He originally wanted to ask who the other party was.

But when he thought of Peter's mysterious identity, he immediately suppressed his curiosity.

"Yes, it's very important. Her name is Zora Russell."

Peter said to the other party: "Conduct all investigations carefully and do not be discovered by others."

"certainly."

Chandler said he has always been careful in everything he does.

After talking to the other party for a few words, Peter went to the bar to order a drink, and happened to see a folded piece of letter paper placed on it.

Judging by the way it is folded, it seems to be something like a love letter.

The moment Peter picked up the paper, Lana came over carrying a dinner plate.

"This is a private letter, Mr. Padraic."

Lana said to him with a smile, seeming to be in a good mood.

"Really? It looks more like a love letter."

Peter held up the paper and asked her, "Are you so popular? Lana."

"No, Uncle Padraic."

Lana quickly explained. She spread her hands helplessly and said to Peter with a wry smile: "You can take a look. Maybe you will think this is disgusting like Clark."

Driven by gossip curiosity, Peter opened the letter and glanced at it.

"Hmm, very imaginative, and the writing is also good."

Clark really couldn't write this kind of love letter.

He asked Lana, "Who wrote it?"

Lana shrugged, "Admirer or lunatic, it depends on who you ask."

Peter placed the paper on the bar. "You don't seem very happy to receive a letter like this."

"It's okay, Uncle Padric. It's just that the reaction to this poem makes me uncomfortable. I guess I'm too defensive."

Peter nodded, glanced at the love letter on the bar, and read: "Accept me and imprison me, otherwise I will never be free or pure. John Donne's poem, right?"

Lana looked at him in surprise when she heard Peter read out the source of the verses in the love letter.

"Yes, Mr. Padric, John Donne is my favorite poet."

She didn't expect Peter to be a poetic person.

Peter did not continue to talk about John Donne as she said, but talked about Clark.

"I think Clark meant no harm, you know, he always said some unpleasant things unintentionally, but in fact, he didn't mean any harm."

Through the conversation with Lana just now, Peter knew that Clark had messed up, so he decided to give this kid a little help.

"I know, Uncle Padraic."

Lana said with a smile.

On the other side, Clark heard the conversation between Peter and Lana as soon as he opened the door, which made him instantly frustrated.

Well, compared to my godfather's romance, it was like the light of a firefly.

A few words from her godfather can make Lana angry, and a few words from her godfather can make Lana smile.

Maybe I should learn some romance lessons from my godfather?

Padraic Farm at night.

"Clark, the competition has increased, right?"

Peter asked Clark, who was engrossed in eating next to him.

"Well"

Clark didn't expect that Peter would suddenly ask him, and his face suddenly turned red with embarrassment.

"I don't know who it is, Godfather."

Clark stammered.

"In fact, poetry is also a tool of seduction. Clark, you can read a few more poems, and then you can write a love letter to Lana."

"Okay, Godfather."

Clark glanced at Star-Lord and Loki and found that the expressions they looked at him were a little strange.

Extremely embarrassed, he buried his head and pretended to concentrate on eating.

After dinner, Azu stopped Clark who was going upstairs to rest.

"Clark, dad's birthday will be in a few days. Have you prepared any gifts?"

Azu asked Clark in a low voice when no one was around.

"No, I'm not prepared."

Clark was a little confused, why was Azu suddenly so interested in his godfather's birthday?

"I know a place where a lot of good things are hidden, and you can bring some out."

Azu persuaded Clark: "Just think of it as a gift to dad. Moreover, I know that there is a compound called No. 5 compound there. It can make your brain better developed, so that when you face Lana, Be smarter."

Looking at Azu with an evil look on his face, Clark said helplessly: "John, I am a high school student, not a child. Stop using such tricks. Tell me what you want to do."

"I just want to help you win over Lana and help you learn to write poetry, Clark."

Azu said that he is a good person.

"All right."

Seeing Clark impatiently preparing to leave, Azu had no choice but to tell him the truth, "I want you to help me get something from dad."

"Like the key to the secret house last time?"

Clark looked at him in surprise, "What else do you want to steal from your godfather?"

"No, this isn't stealing, it's just borrowing for a little bit. Dad's things belong to me. How can I call it stealing?"

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