The Father of American Comics Superheroes

Chapter 50: Punch (1/2)

Mike hasnt participated in the school sports meeting for a long time, but watching the children galloping on the field, he feels like he is back to the youth

Dad, what are you thinking about?

Clark nudged Mike.

The corner of Mikes eye jumped and said, Thinking about whether to add some deep memories to your childhood.

Clarks heart inexplicably chilled, and then said, Uncle Hank and the others are already here, should we rehearse?

Reaching out and pointing to one of the participating families in the distance, he said, I hear theyve been rehearsing for quite a while.

Whats there to rehearse?

Mike said with carelessness, Ill use a little bit of force and well win!

Thats right!

With the sound of talking, Hank Pim walked over with Hope and nodded to Mike.

He liked the confidence.

By the way, dont you guys have to run in the mens and womens relays? Go get ready.

Mike nudged Clark.

Hank said, Well be cheering you guys on!

Who cares if you cheer! Hopes mouth couldnt help but curl up as she yanked Clark over and quickly left.

Mike: Young

Hank: Thats nice

The two men looked at each other.

Hahahaha!

What about the two boys?

Hank Pim asked curiously.

Mike reached out and pointed to the class the two were in and said, Theyre a class activity, dont mind them.

Hank Pim nodded and said, I remember Clark had a class-based tug of war before the relay, right, did Clark participate?

Uh did!

Then lets go cheer.

Actually, theres no need

Come on, dont be shy, youre his dad!

Hank Pim patted Mike and walked toward the tug of war area.

Mike covered his face and followed.

He had made a point of explaining to Clark this morning not to use too much energy in the tug-of-war.

The tug of war was in full swing, and the children, along with the slogan, used all their strength to lean backwards desperately, and the audience shouted hoarsely, as if to lend their strength to the tug of war children.

Mike: (_).

Just very calm.

Finally, it was Clarks turn in their class.

Mike began to get nervous.

Hank Pim smiled and comforted, Dont be nervous, even if you lose, its nothing.

You dont understand!

Mike shook his head.

The game began!

With a whistle, the parents who were spectators roared hysterically as if to BUFF their children, but Mike nervously shouted, Easy, son!

An alien was mixed in with the cheering in unison, and the crowd of parents looked at Mike in an eye-rolling torture session.

Hank Pim touched Mike with his elbow.

Mike swept the crowd and said, What are you looking at? Youve never seen cheering before!

Thats no way to cheer!

One parent muttered.

What the hell do you know!

Mike swept over fiercely, and the parents body shook and turned his head to continue cheering.

The two sides of the tug of war were somewhat stagnant, and Clark, who was paddling, carefully controlled his strength.

For him, controlling the force to maintain the situation was much harder than winning this game.

Use a little force, a little force, Clark!

The crowd swished to look at Mike.

It was this deviant again.

Mike did not care, all his attention was on Clark, afraid that Clark used too much force and threw these children out.