This was the first time Clark met Jino.
The young man in the driver's seat had one hand resting on the sports car door and the other on the steering wheel, his long fingers tapping rhythmically to the car's music.
With a forceful attitude, the young man said to Clark, "No time to waste, get in, come with me, you big idiot!"
"We're going to catch up to that school bus ahead!"
"I…" Clark sighed. He had planned to use his Super Speed to take a shortcut to school, but this sports car kid had suddenly burst into his life like an alien. The desire for attention common in rebellious teenagers, combined with Jino's words, had influenced him.
As if possessed, Clark reached out, pulled open the car door, and sat in the passenger seat of the sports car.
Who could resist the temptation of experiencing a sports car? Especially not a pure-hearted big boy like Clark.
"That's more like it, big boy, buckle up."
Jino looked straight ahead, coolly twisting his neck. "Next, it's going to be fast!"
He pressed the clutch, shifted gears, released the brake, and lightly pressed the accelerator. The previously quiet sports car suddenly roared deafeningly, instantly transforming into a blur that shot down the road ahead. The Bugatti sports car darted out like an arrow from a bowstring, chasing after the school bus.
Amidst the rushing wind, Jino operated the steering wheel with one hand, making the sports car drift around a corner in a beautiful arc. He yelled at Clark, "This is cool, isn't it?"
The wind roared in his ears, and the sports car's rumble ignited a thrill in him. Even Clark, who always restrained himself, felt an urge to cheer loudly at that moment.
Although he could easily catch up to the sports car with his own speed, riding in it was a completely different experience. He nodded emphatically and responded loudly, "Your driving is amazing!"
"Ah, it's nothing." Jino's expression was calm. As the sports car continuously accelerated, they could already see the school bus.
Jino grinned, saying maliciously, "Let's make it more exciting!"
With that, Jino slammed the accelerator again, and the sports car roared straight towards the school bus's taillights!
"Wait! What are you doing!?" Clark's face changed dramatically as he watched the sports car rush towards the school bus at an incredibly high speed.
Three hundred meters, two hundred meters!
The engine roared, the car body screamed, and the tires made a "shhh" sound as they rolled over the dirt.
"We're going to crash!" Clark gripped the car door. He was going to jump out to stop this tragedy!
And in Jino's ears, Clark's negative emotions kept ringing.
Just as Clark was about to jump out of the sports car to stop the impending crash, Jino sharply turned the steering wheel and pulled the handbrake.
The smoothly speeding sports car suddenly swerved, and the immense inertia almost flung Clark out. The sunny big boy tightened his grip on the car door, anxiously watching as the sports car performed a professional "drainage ditch turn" past the school bus.
The tires shrieked!
The sports car easily overtook the school bus with a light, swift, and stylish drift.
This was thanks to Lionel, who had invited the world's top race car drivers to train Jino when he was very young. His driving skills were excellent!
On the school bus, the bus driver's face turned green with anger.
He watched the arrogant sports car pass the school bus he was driving, the other driver overtaking him with a drift. To a man, this was a silent provocation!
The bus driver was furious, thinking that if he were twenty years younger, he could also pull off such a high-speed drift! How could it be a junior's turn to be so wild?
The bus driver grumbled and complained:
"These young people nowadays really have no martial ethics, no respect for elders or care for the young!"
The students inside the bus also gasped, but for these hormone-charged kids, this kind of behavior was incredibly cool!
In the back of the school bus, a Black boy rubbed his eyes in disbelief, looking towards the sports car's passenger seat. He said in a strange tone, "Wait, Chloe, that looks like Clark in the passenger seat!"
"What?"
The girl with short blonde hair bit her lip. Her name was Chloe, and she was one of Clark's few friends at school.
She looked at the familiar brown jacket and red backpack in surprise, then rolled her eyes at Pete, the Black boy next to her. "That's not 'looks like,' that is Clark."
"Shit!" The Black boy puffed out his thick lips, his mood complex. "I never knew our farm boy had a friend who drove a sports car. We've never seen that guy at school."
The girl ran her fingers through her short blonde hair and said, "He seems really young? Maybe a transfer student or something. Do you think I have a chance to invite him to the dance?"
Pete shrugged. "I didn't get a clear look at his face, but if he's handsome, maybe you don't have a chance."
"Those enthusiastic cheerleaders will eat him alive, it won't be your turn, Chloe. We're the campus freak trio, aren't we?"
"If he's rich, fine, but if he's tall and handsome too, trust me, he'll easily replace Whitney as the undisputed campus heartthrob. He can invite any cute girl to his house to play poker."
"Because no girl would refuse such a perfect man." Pete, the Black boy, rubbed his cheek. "If I were a woman, I'd love him too."
Outside the school bus, The sports car on the other side resumed stable driving. Jino raised his right hand and gave a thumbs-down to the school bus behind them, then slammed the accelerator and sped away amidst the driver's curses.
"Oh my God, you're crazy!"
Clark, still shaken, pressed his lips together, a sign of his anger. "Your behavior is completely irresponsible with life, and a disregard for your own life!"
Clark lectured incessantly. Jino, while collecting Clark's negative emotions, pretended to listen intently, a look of agreement on his face. He nodded and said, "You're right, it won't happen next time."
Hearing Jino's words, Clark was slightly taken aback, looking at Jino with some suspicion.
But when the young man took off his sunglasses, revealing sincere and earnest eyes, Clark was silent for a moment before deciding to trust Jino.
Perhaps this new classmate was just spoiled by his family because he was too rich?
Kind-hearted Clark always liked to believe in others.
"We're here."
While Clark was deep in thought, the sports car slowly pulled into a parking spot outside the campus.
Jino pulled out the car keys, patted Clark's shoulder, and took a pack of gum from his pocket, motioning for Clark to take a stick. "Nice to meet you, I'm Jino Luthor."
Clark politely took a stick of gum, then looked at Jino with some surprise. "Luthor? The Luthor Family from the town's chemical plant?"
"Ah, that's right. If there isn't another Luthor family in town, then I'm that Luthor." Jino raised an eyebrow and winked at Clark, extending his right hand in a friendly gesture.
Clark pursed his lips. Although Jino's actions just now had been a bit wild, thankfully no major disaster had occurred. After thinking for a moment, he took Jino's outstretched hand and said earnestly, "My name is Clark Kent."
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