The Kent family's morning was not peaceful.
However, young Mr. Kent's school life was relatively calm.
In the classroom, sunlight streamed through the window and slanted across the desks. Ian pushed up his new glasses and turned to look at his blonde desk-mate, who always arrived just in time.
"Hello, Madam."
He intentionally lowered his voice, maintaining politeness.
However.
Madison's gaze was quite peculiar.
"Study freak, what trick are you trying to pull now?" She glanced at Ian's slightly changed face. "Want me to compliment your new glasses? They don't look like any fashionable brand name."
Madison had a doctoral level of research on mainstream luxury goods, so she was certain the glasses on Ian's face were no different from the common brands available for a few dozen dollars on the street.
"Sigh~"
Ian had attempted to use his father's glasses over ten times today and still hadn't succeeded once. He strongly suspected the worn-out glasses came with a function that bound them to their owner.
"Maybe I don't have a Bio-Electric Aura either."
The boy thought to himself with a hint of regret.
Madison seemed long accustomed to Ian's capriciousness. She plopped down in her chair and immediately took out her makeup. She spent the entire morning class subtly adjusting her makeup.
The teacher turned a blind eye to it.
"I have an audition after school."
The girl proudly wanted to share her life with her friend.
However.
[You have diligently performed painting, grasping some writing techniques, [Student] Profession Experience +1]
[You have diligently performed painting, grasping some writing techniques, [Student] Profession Experience +1]
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Ian was grinding levels.
He wanted to bring *The Boys* to the world early to see if he could unlock the Homelander template profession. He didn't even put on a perfunctory act, which left Madison quite speechless.
"What are you drawing?"
She leaned over to look at Ian's sketchbook.
She saw.
A character who looked like Superman was—performing a Moon Slice.
"Hiss!"
Madison gasped sharply.
"Aren't you afraid Superman will come looking for trouble if you slander his image like that?" To be honest, Madison also found the comic quite novel, but she was a little worried about her desk-mate's "safety."
Superman certainly wouldn't kill a child.
But that didn't mean Superman wouldn't beat up a child.
"No need to worry... Superman is truly broad-minded. His son can testify." Ian didn't look up and continued his creation.
He didn't dare to add too much of his own ideas, afraid it would affect the effectiveness of his profession acquisition. This also made him feel that the work was slightly lacking in a tiny bit of talent.
"Uh, Superman has a son? Your rumor is wild enough, even more outrageous than the rumors I see online." Madison naturally wouldn't believe Ian's "nonsense."
Just like that.
Amidst the idle chatter.
Time flew by.
It soon came to the lunch hour.
In the cafeteria.
Sam Winchester, who came from a family of demon hunters, sat down stealthily across from Ian. After looking around, he handed over a crumpled piece of paper.
"Everything my family knows about Death is on here."
He spoke quietly.
"Okay, thank you, Sam."
Ian took the paper, casually stuffed it into his pocket, and continued to scoop up the mashed potatoes on his plate.
"Aren't you going to look?"
Sam was a little surprised.
Ian's expression froze slightly. "I've achieved enlightenment, the deeply profound kind. So, I suddenly don't enjoy fighting and killing that much anymore. I think the lives of the Deaths also matter, actually."
He answered vaguely.
"??????"
Sam looked confused.
He seemed to completely fail to understand what Ian was saying.
Just then.
Ian saw a poorly dressed classmate from the next class. He suddenly put down his fork as if he had remembered something. "By the way, do you need a premium lunch loan?"
This was one of Ian's core businesses at school.
It had a wide audience.
Sam clearly paused after hearing this.
"No, my family has a credit card." He declined. As a traditional demon-hunting family, they never had to use their own money for meals. Credit card skimming was their core skill.
"Alright."
Ian nodded regretfully.
"Uh... so, my dad should be fine now, right? You won't look for trouble with him anymore, will you?" Sam hesitated for a moment, then mustered the courage to ask Ian.
"Of course not, I'm not a school bully."
Ian looked strangely at his overly cautious classmate.
"Uh..."
Sam didn't believe Ian's words.
Ian was probably the only one in the whole school who didn't think he was a school bully—his limited emotional intelligence kicked in. In the end, he didn't speak the truth but got up and left as if a great weight had been lifted from his heart.
After watching Sam leave, Ian quickly put his hands together, closed his eyes, and whispered devoutly: "Thank the great Miss Death for granting me this wonderful lunch today..."
He was testing if the Goddess of Death had been peeking at him just now.
The response still came quickly.
"You have a wonderful lunch, so you come to disturb mine?" The voice was irritable and accusatory, but Ian did not reply upon hearing it.
After all, the test had been conducted.
His emotional connection for the day had been established.
No need to overdo it.
"And thank my Godfather."
Ian didn't neglect anyone. After dinner came the afternoon physical education class. Ian ran with the crowd, deliberately controlling his speed to stay in the middle of the group.
"Ian! Help me up!"
The girl Amy, who often fawned over him, fell right in front of Ian.
Ian took a single step.
And jumped directly over the obstacle.
He deeply understood that a superhero should hide his extraordinariness among the crowd like this.
"..."
Amy, who had genuinely fallen this time, was stunned speechless.
She was met with merciless mockery from Madison and a few other girls.
During free activity time, most students chose a sport to play. However, Ian believed in the power of technology for physical fitness and only planned to buy a few "dragons" to try out at the gym after school.
Therefore.
He found a secluded set of steps to sit on, took a wad of crumpled banknotes from his pocket, and began counting them one by one. Madison, his desk-mate, who also didn't seem to enjoy exercise, appeared to have just finished a heated argument with someone.
Her hair was messy.
There were a few scratch marks on her face from fingernails.
"What are you doing here?" Madison saw Ian recording something in a small notebook and sat down next to him, casually taking Ian's soda.
"Doing accounting."
Ian didn't like to look up when he was concentrating.
"You have to tally how much money you collected?" Madison's tone was astonished. She roughly estimated the stack of cash in Ian's hand to be at least several thousand dollars.
This was definitely a huge sum.
Even for an adult.
"This is for tax reporting."
Ian let out a long breath, having calculated his minimum tax payable.
"My God, you really are something. Collecting protection money at school, and you actually worry about reporting taxes?" Madison was clearly hearing about this for the first time.
Her eyes widened.
She looked at Ian as if he were an alien.
"First of all, this is earned income, not protection money. Secondly, what exactly do I have to do for someone to believe that I am one of America's truly law-abiding citizens?"
Ian's look at Madison was also strange. Not that he thought Madison was an alien, but he seemed to see a future where Madison was taken away by the IRS for tax evasion.
"..."
The delinquent girl was left speechless.
Just then.
"BOOM!!!"
A deafening explosion suddenly came from the direction of the campus. The ground trembled. Students looked around in panic and quickly realized the source of the explosion was the classroom building.
Thick smoke was billowing out of a window.
"Is that... our chemistry classroom?"
Madison shielded her eyes from the sun and squinted toward the classroom building.
"Let me see." Ian also looked up, then began counting seriously. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven..."
His behavior greatly puzzled Madison.
"What are you counting?"
Madison stared wide-eyed but couldn't see anything in the thick smoke.
"I'm counting our chemistry teacher."
Ian counted several times.
He confirmed that the chemistry teacher, Walter White, definitely had no chance of being saved. He saw Death in a black outfit in the smoke, and a blue-haired girl seemed to be standing beside Death.
"Huh? Didn't we only have one chemistry teacher?" As expected of a delinquent girl with poor grades, Madison clearly hadn't realized what Ian was counting yet.
"There's more than one now."
Ian answered calmly, his gaze fixed on the classroom building.
Death and the girl were talking.
It seemed quite heated.
Ian hoped to see them pull each other's hair.
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