SUP Chapter 61: Teacher Ascends to Heaven! Death Appears Again!

The Kent family's morning was not peaceful. However, young Mr. Kent's school life could still be considered calm.

In the classroom, sunlight slanted through the windows onto the desks. Ian pushed up the new glasses on his nose and turned to look at his blonde deskmate who always arrived in the classroom right on time.

"Hello, miss."

He deliberately lowered his voice, maintaining politeness.

However, Madison's gaze was rather strange.

"Study maniac, what are you trying to pull now?" She glanced at Ian's slightly changed appearance, "Want me to compliment your new glasses? They don't look like any fashionable brand name either."

Regarding mainstream luxury goods, Madison had doctoral-level research expertise, so she was certain that the glasses Ian was wearing were no different from mass-market brands you could buy on the street for dozens of dollars.

"Sigh~"

Ian had already made more than ten attempts today and still couldn't successfully use his dad's glasses. He strongly suspected these damn glasses had a built-in master recognition function.

"Maybe I don't have a bio-field."

The boy thought with some regret.

Madison seemed long accustomed to Ian's unpredictability. After plopping down in her chair, she began taking out cosmetics, spending the entire morning's classes making minor adjustments to her makeup.

The teacher turned a blind eye to this.

"I have an audition after school."

The girl proudly wanted to share her life with her friend.

[You seriously engaged in drawing and grasped some writing techniques, [Student] profession experience +1]

[You seriously engaged in drawing and grasped some writing techniques, [Student] profession experience +1]

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Ian was grinding levels. Wanting to get "The Boys" published early to see if he could unlock Homelander's template profession through this, his complete lack of even perfunctory response left Madison speechless.

"What are you drawing?"

She leaned over to look at Ian's sketchbook. She saw a character that looked like Superman performing a... crescent moon sky charge.

"Hiss!"

Madison gasped.

"Aren't you afraid Superman will come after you for defaming his image like this?" Honestly, Madison also found this comic quite novel, but she was still somewhat worried about her deskmate's "safety."

Superman certainly wouldn't kill children, but that didn't mean Superman wouldn't beat up children.

"No need to worry... Superman's heart is really very broad. His son can testify to that." Ian didn't look up, continuing with his creation.

He didn't dare add too many of his own ideas, afraid of affecting his profession acquisition effects. This also made him feel this work was slightly lacking in that tiny bit of genius content.

"Uh, Superman has a son? Your insider information is wild enough, even more outrageous than those rumors I see online." Madison certainly wouldn't believe Ian's "nonsense."

Just like that, chatting away, time flew by. Soon it was lunch time.

In the cafeteria, Sam Winchester, whose family were all hunters and came from extraordinary origins, sneakily sat across from Ian. After looking around, he handed over a crumpled piece of paper.

"Everything my family knows about Death is on there."

He spoke quietly.

"Alright, thank you, Sam."

Ian took the paper and casually stuffed it in his pocket, continuing to shovel the mashed potatoes in his tray.

"Aren't you going to look at it?"

Sam was somewhat surprised.

Ian's expression stiffened slightly, "I've achieved enlightenment, the kind of great enlightenment, so I suddenly don't like fighting and killing as much. I think Death's life is also a life."

He gave a vague answer.

"??????"

Sam looked completely bewildered, as if he didn't understand what Ian was saying at all.

Just then, Ian saw a somewhat poorly dressed classmate from the next class. He suddenly seemed to think of something and put down his fork, "By the way, do you need the highest quality lunch loan?"

This was one of Ian's core businesses at school. With a wide audience.

Sam was obviously stunned for a moment after hearing this.

"No need, my family has credit cards." He chose to refuse. As a traditional hunter family, they never used their own money for meals. Credit card fraud was their core skill.

"Alright."

Ian nodded with regret.

"So... my dad should be fine now, right? You won't go looking for trouble with him, will you?" Sam hesitated for a moment, then still gathered courage to ask Ian.

"Of course not, I'm not a school bully."

Ian looked strangely at the overly cautious classmate in front of him.

"Uh..."

Sam didn't believe Ian's words. Probably only Ian in the entire school thought he wasn't a school bully. His limited emotional intelligence came into play, and he ultimately didn't speak the truth, instead getting up and leaving as if a weight had been lifted from his heart.

After watching Sam leave, Ian quickly put his hands together, closed his eyes, and whispered devoutly, "Thank you, great Lady Death, for granting me this beautiful lunch today..."

He was testing whether the Death goddess had been secretly watching him just now.

The response came quickly as always.

"You've had a beautiful lunch, and now you want to disturb my lunch?" This was an annoyed, questioning voice. However, after hearing it, Ian didn't respond.

After all, he had already done his testing. He had already established today's emotional connection. There was no need to gild the lily.

"I also thank my foster father."

Ian didn't play favorites. After finishing lunch came afternoon PE class. Ian mixed in with the crowd while jogging, deliberately controlling his speed to keep himself in the middle of the pack.

"Ian! Help me up!"

Simp girl Emily fell down in front of Ian. Ian took a big step and directly jumped over the obstacle.

He knew well that superheroes should hide their extraordinariness in crowds like this.

"..."

Emily, who had really fallen this time, was completely stunned. She received merciless mockery from several girls led by Madison.

During free activity time, most classmates would choose a sport to exercise, but Ian believed in the power of technology for fitness. He was only planning to go to the gym after school to buy a few dragons to try out.

Therefore, he found a quiet set of steps to sit on and took out a stack of crumpled bills from his pocket, counting them one by one. His deskmate Madison, who also didn't like sports much, seemed to have just finished fighting with someone.

Her hair was disheveled, and there were several scratches on her face made by fingernails.

"What are you doing here?" Madison saw Ian recording something in a small notebook and sat down next to Ian, casually taking away Ian's cola.

"Doing accounts."

Ian didn't like to look up when he was being serious.

"You even have to keep track of how much money you collect?" Madison's tone was somewhat surprised. She roughly looked at the bills in Ian's hand, which looked like at least several thousand dollars.

This was definitely a huge sum, even for adults.

"This is for tax reporting."

Ian let out a long breath, calculating his minimum tax reporting amount.

"My God, you're really talented. You collect protection fees at school, and you actually consider tax reporting issues?" Madison obviously was learning about this situation for the first time.

She widened her eyes, looking at Ian as if she were looking at an alien.

"First, this is earned income, not protection fees. Second, what do I have to do to get people to believe I'm one of America's truly law-abiding citizens?" Ian also looked at Madison strangely. Not because he thought Madison looked like an alien, but because he seemed to see Madison's future of being taken away by the IRS for tax evasion.

"..."

The delinquent girl was rendered speechless.

Just then, "BOOM!!!"

A deafening explosion suddenly came from within the campus, and the ground trembled. Students looked around in panic and quickly discovered the source of the explosion was in the direction of the academic building.

Thick smoke was rolling out of a window.

"That's... our chemistry classroom?"

Madison shielded her eyes from the sun and squinted toward the academic building.

"Let me see." Ian also looked up, then began counting seriously, "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven..."

This behavior left Madison very confused.

"What are you counting?"

Madison widened her eyes but couldn't see anything in the thick smoke.

"I'm counting our chemistry teacher."

Ian counted several times repeatedly, confirming that chemistry teacher Walter White definitely had no chance of being saved. He saw Death in black clothes in the smoke, and beside Death seemed to stand a blue-haired girl.

"Huh? Don't we only have one chemistry teacher?" No wonder she was a poor-performing delinquent girl. Madison obviously still hadn't realized what Ian was counting.

"Not just one anymore."

Ian calmly gave his answer, his gaze fixed on the direction of the academic building.

Death and the girl were having a conversation. Somewhat heated.

Ian looked forward to seeing them pull each other's hair.

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