SUP Chapter 74: Am I Still Normal?

The letter was very formal and the content was also very polite and gentlemanly.

It was just the sender's signature at the end that was somewhat stimulating. Of course, for Ian, being able to gain recognition from the original character was definitely recognition and proof of his world-shocking talent.

Others had landmine girlfriends.

He had landmine fans.

Both were happy things to have. If Ian could really withdraw ten million dollars with the check in his hand tomorrow, he would force himself to believe he just met a fan with the same name.

All was well.

No need for Batman to intervene.

"I told you I'm not someone who likes to tattle." Given that someone finally appreciated his work, Ian decided to carefully treasure this letter in his backpack.

When he had time to travel to Gotham in the future, this would be his best passport in Gotham. Seeing Ian's happy face, Jordan couldn't help but curiously lean closer.

Ian blocked the letter in his hand.

He knew who the real tattletale king in this family was. Guarding against his second brother, Ian opened his backpack and put the tip from his enthusiastic fan along with the letter inside.

"I bet it's a letter from the girl you like!" Jordan craned his neck trying to catch some details, but his gaze was immediately attracted by the bloody bull head in Ian's backpack.

"Wow, this figure looks so realistic. It even moves? Electric model?" Jordan first expressed approval, also thinking the demon head in Ian's backpack was just a toy figure.

However, seeing Ian didn't respond, he suddenly asked with a thoughtful, slightly amazed expression, "Ian, where did you buy this thing?"

The only response Jordan got was the sound of Ian zipping up.

"Don't call me Ian, call me 'rich bastard brother'! That fits American traditional virtues." Ian looked at his good-for-nothing poor brother.

He always had a firm grasp on the sense of immersion.

"What the hell?"

Jordan looked bewildered, completely unaware that a rich person had quietly infiltrated this family. Ian was already calculating in his mind how much tax he'd have to pay on this windfall.

"I know you have more money than Jonathan and me, but... wait, how did you suddenly grow so much taller?" Jordan was only now becoming aware because he'd been curled up on the sofa.

He stood up from the sofa in amazement, discovering that Ian was almost as tall as him now. This wasn't because Ian had gained physical enhancement.

"I knew I felt like I was forgetting something! Damn special drink!" Ian was also slightly stunned upon hearing this, then quickly took off his boots.

"!!!!!!" Under Jordan's shocked gaze, Ian also took off the sky-high red high heels that had been wrapped in the boots and worn on his feet.

Ian's frequent falls while climbing walls wasn't really due to poor balance. No one would believe a 5'7" Batman, but he couldn't break his own legs to forcibly make himself a dozen centimeters taller.

"My eyes!"

Jordan's expression was as if struck by lightning, his mouth opening and closing, finally squeezing out: "What are you doing?! My God, should I be grateful you at least weren't wearing stockings?"

As his words fell, he watched in stunned silence as Ian pulled three pairs of stockings from his pocket and threw them in the trash.

"There's a reason for this, but I don't dare explain it to you right now."

Putting on slippers again, Ian immediately felt much more comfortable. He didn't mind Jordan's twisted expression. The world always misunderstood superheroes like him.

Especially family misunderstanding was an old tradition in American culture.

"If Mom and Dad come back, just say I've already died outside. If there's anything, tell me tomorrow." Ian went upstairs to his room with real business to attend to.

Only Jordan was left standing in the living room, staring in the direction where Ian had disappeared for a long time, then slowly turning his gaze back to the trash can containing stockings and high heels.

"Jonathan is like that, and now Ian is like this... do I... do I still have a chance to be a normal person?" Jordan's expression was melancholic, his low murmur echoing in the living room.

Questioning life.

Fearing the future.

The most common mentality of adolescence was now fully displayed in Ian's second brother.

...

Back in his bedroom, Ian closed the door.

After thinking for a moment, he moved the wardrobe in front of the door to block it. This wasn't betting on whether his father had the ability to break down the door, but trusting in Clark's fine virtue of thrift and economy.

"I'm really a clever ostrich."

After taking safety measures, Ian came to his desk and placed the thermos on it. Looking in through the bottle mouth, he could see Mr. White crouching inside with his head buried.

Special people should collect such special real figures.

Mr. White was perhaps the real ostrich.

"Mr. White, don't worry. For the sake of my compounds number one, two, three, seven, eight, nine, and ten, I definitely won't hand you over to the Death gods again."

Ian tried to comfort Mr. White.

However, Mr. White's soul trembled even more violently. He must be moved. Surely no one in this world would really think a fourteen-year-old child was more terrifying than Death gods and a fate destined for hell.

"Let me check my trash can."

Ian once again pulled out the bull-head demon's skull from his backpack. Although the clown makeup hadn't been removed yet, the bull-head demon's emotions now seemed much more stable.

"No screaming, or I'll pee in your mouth." Ian wasn't very good at threatening, he was still learning. Unexpectedly, after he removed the cloth, the bull head really didn't curse again.

"Are you Superman Clark's son?" The bull-head demon asked in a hoarse, deep voice. Obviously, when Ian had hung it on his butt earlier, it had discovered some things.

In hell, Superman's name was also quite famous.

"Clark is my father."

Ian chose another way to answer.

The bull-head demon was silent for a moment.

"Do you want to learn magic?"

It still remembered the conversation between Ian and Raven Rachel.

"To be precise, what I want to learn is demon summoning." Ian wanted to summon demons and then sacrifice them. With the times developing, it was time for the mystical side to have its own assembly line.

"I can teach you."

The bull-head demon didn't seem surprised by this, responding in a muffled voice.

"Demonic temptation? That's it?"

Ian suspected the other party was trying to trick him.

You couldn't trust a single punctuation mark from hell creatures.

"I really can teach you. Although I'm not powerful, I carry my ancestors' bloodline and have rich magical knowledge." The bull-head demon's attitude seemed very sincere.

But Ian remained unmoved.

This guy's attitude had changed so drastically, there must be something fishy about it. As for what was fishy, Ian didn't want to think about it, mainly because he was afraid of not being able to figure it out and thus insulting his own wisdom.

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