He is a strange visitor from another planet. He has the ability to change the direction of the river and reinforce the steel bars in Bai Wan with his bare hands, but he pretends to be a reporter.

I can understand him.

I was born in a small town in Kansas. My father's name is David? Kent, mom's name is Laura? Kent, they always radiate a sense of humor from the inside out. When I was born, I was a little boy with black hair and ordinary looks. Naturally, they named me Clark ... Clark. Kent.

? ? Of course, I told them I didn't like the name, but they never thought of it that way. My father thinks the name "Loud" is great, and my mother also says it can be associated with all kinds of toys, which is quite interesting.

But they have nothing to do with me.

It's just that I can't say to my relatives, "Hey, Aunt Sally, do you remember those superman dolls you gave me every year? I don't want them. "

"I don't like it."

So I can only smile and say thank you, and then take those gifts away. After that, all this was forgotten by me. I just wish I could forget it easily.

This is not to say that my life is not good. Actually, I think most of my life is very good. I like Kansas. The scenery outside is beautiful, I can go fishing and hiking, and the library is great.

My relatives are all very good, except for their poor sense of humor.

I never thought I could fly, and I never thought I could eject a bullet from my chest. If I'm really jealous of Superman, it's not a superpower.

But what about Peter? Ross and Lana? Lang, his two best friends, I mean, he has a secret identity, and no one knows his ability, so he has friends.

No one will because his name is Clark? Kent and the fuck.

So what I envy most is that he can lead a normal life, but sometimes, just sometimes, I hope to have super powers.

At school, at lunch, I sat next to what athletes call a nerd. They are not very exclusive to me, but even if they are together, they will not let go of my name.

? Everyone is making fun of my name.

? Sometimes, I want to scream, roar, lift the table, smash the car and hit people. In fact, I can only use my father's old typewriter to find an outlet and listen to the sound of "click … click …".

? I'm too honest.

I'm not going to be an anti-hero. That's not my style, so when I can't stand it, I will go hiking in the mountains on weekends. It's close to here, far enough to put aside all trivial things.

I'm alone, which is good.

I don't even need to bring a tent when it's not cold. I just lay there and looked at the stars in the sky. I think about how big the universe is and how small the earth is in it. The earth is so small, Kansas is even smaller, and I ...

? How can I become important? There is nothing to worry about.

? I had a dream, a nightmare. Everyone is pulling me, pushing me and laughing at me. I was entangled in it and couldn't escape. When I woke up ...

I have superhuman ability.

The content of the story is the original comic book, with little modification.

The story cartoon "The Secret Identity of Superman".