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Feeling Logan's intense grip, as if he were trying to crush her, Emma's eyes grew misty. Her slender arms, soft and boneless, wrapped around Logan's neck as she whispered, "Let's go to my room."
Logan was instantly ignited.
Blushing and lowering her head, Emma replied in her mind, "Your guidance isn't bad… Principal."
"Yes, our dear Vice Principal."
After a few seconds of silence, Emma spoke in her mind again, "Aren't you going to withdraw your psychic presence?"
"I…"
With a thought, Emma blocked out Charles's telepathic power.
Charles blinked and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Logan really was a good man—not only had he stayed at the school and become a teacher, he had also brought in such an excellent vice principal.
No, this was too much joy to keep to himself. He had to share it with someone.
Besides… Logan getting involved with the younger sister of his ex-girlfriend? The more he thought about it, the more thrilling it felt.
At that thought, a grin crept onto his face—one that made Scott's skin crawl.
Scott said, "If there's nothing else, I'll go get some rest."
"Have a good rest, you've worked hard!"
Charles put on a serious expression to see Scott off. Once Scott left, he returned to his cheerful mood, humming a happy tune as he walked back to his office.
He picked up the phone and called Mike.
Logan was an old friend of Mike's father. And this situation? Too entertaining not to share.
A few minutes later…
Mike hung up the phone and couldn't help laughing out loud.
"Hahaha! Logan and the White Queen?"
He thought about the two of them and said with a strange expression, "Uh, they actually kind of fit."
After all, there were some things only Logan could handle.
Tsk tsk. No, the mental image is just too much.
Mike shook his head, trying to banish the blush-inducing images from his mind.
"Dad, what's going on?"
Seeing Mike's expression, Gwen looked up at him, puzzled.
"It's nothing!"
Mike patted Gwen on the head. Looking at how much she'd grown, he felt a wave of emotion.
Gwen had already been living with him for a year now.
"Dad, can I have jianbing for breakfast tomorrow?"
Thinking of the breakfast she had a few days ago, Gwen licked her lips. That stuff was way better than bread.
"You like it?"
"Mhm!"
Her eyes sparkled with anticipation.
With a dramatic wave, Mike declared, "You can have as much as you want!"
He had bought an authentic jianbing griddle a few days ago—it only took minutes to make one.
"Can you make two extra ones?"
"Of course."
"Dad, you're the best!"
Gwen beamed with joy, then quickly covered her mouth.
She was in the middle of losing her baby teeth—just a few days ago she had lost one of her front teeth, and it had been driving her crazy.
"Gwen!"
Just then, Luke's voice rang out from outside.
"Coming!"
Gwen answered, running toward the door while calling back, "Dad, I'm going out to play!"
"Don't wander off too far."
"Got it!"
Today was Sunday. Gwen had no tutoring classes and no school—she could play to her heart's content for the entire day.
Watching Gwen leave, Mike plopped down in front of the computer with a whoosh, opened his stock trading software, and stared at the steadily rising Stark Industries stock with a growing smile on his face.
Still rising. Still rising!
Ever since Tony revealed that he was Iron Man, Stark's stock had skyrocketed like it was strapped to a rocket.
Now that Tony was back from the Middle East, he would definitely be developing a new energy sector.
It wasn't hard to imagine—the stock would only continue to climb.
Mike did some quick, sneaky calculations…
And the more he calculated, the happier he became.
An opportunity this good for making money—missing it would be like getting struck by lightning.
All this money…
If Gwen ever wanted to pursue scientific research in the future, he'd give it all to her. Let her start a major company!
"Achoo!"
Clark shivered, suddenly feeling cold.
But with his physique, this kind of temperature shouldn't have affected him at all. So why did he feel cold?
What was going on?
Clark felt a bit confused. But as he looked at the iceberg in the distance, he steadied himself and walked toward it with determination.
The cold wind howled around him. Alone in the blizzard, he cut a lonely, almost desolate figure. But as he approached the iceberg, the excitement on his face grew.
There was something under the ice—a very large ship.
He had already confirmed it using his super vision.
That was also why S.H.I.E.L.D. had set up a secret base in this frozen region.
Humanity had never stopped exploring, whether beyond Earth or on it—and S.H.I.E.L.D. was at the forefront of that.
Although S.H.I.E.L.D. hadn't yet confirmed what was beneath the ice, the moment they detected an anomaly, they had sealed off the area.
Perhaps due to glacier movement, part of whatever was buried had become exposed.
Clark stood at the base of the iceberg, looked up, then leapt into the air. Landing on the surface, he searched for a thinner layer of ice. His eyes glowed red, and two blazing heat beams burst forth, striking the ice.
In the blink of an eye, a tunnel appeared as the beam instantly vaporized the ice it touched.
Just before the heat vision reached the surface of the ship, it vanished.
Clark dropped into the opening, landing on the ship's outer hull, anticipation gleaming in his eyes.
Could this thing be related to him?
Gazing down at the metal underfoot, his eyes glowed red again. With precise control, he cut a circular hole in the steel hull and jumped inside.
Though the interior was pitch-black, it didn't hinder him at all.
His brows furrowed slightly.
The ship looked advanced, but the interior was filled with a sense of age.
After a few seconds of observation, he came to a conclusion:
This was of Earthly origin—completely different from the small spacecraft they kept hidden on the family farm.
Could it have nothing to do with his identity?
The thought crossed his mind. Clark activated his super vision again, scanning his surroundings.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, a flash of surprise crossed his face.
He heard a heartbeat.
Faint, but unmistakably a heartbeat.
His eyes locked onto the source. As he got a clearer view, his expression shifted to one of shock and disbelief.
He didn't know the person, but the uniform—and that iconic shield—made the identity unmistakable.
Captain America!
"No way…"
Clark murmured under his breath as he quickly walked over.
He knelt beside the man and brushed the snowflakes from his face. Then he looked at the dog tags hanging around his neck.
Steve Rogers.
A smile tugged at Clark's lips.
It really was Captain America.
And he was still alive.
Clark let out a sigh, though there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes.
Because that also meant this ship—or more accurately, this massive aircraft—had nothing to do with him.
(End of Chapter)