Although I'll be boarding a plane this afternoon, heading towards an uncertain future.
However, Tony Stark was unaware of these things, and true to his character, he remained magnanimous when interacting with Clark.
This rich scoundrel has never known what humility is, let alone how to measure friendship with money.
After all, whether his friends have money or not is not of much concern to him.
Because none of them are as rich as him.
As Tony Stark gestured, a fat man in a black suit came to their side.
Tony pointed to the fat man and introduced him to Clark:
"Clark, he's Happy. He was in charge of some things when I left."
"Clark, if you need anything, just tell Happy. I won't be back for a while, so just ask him for whatever you need."
Tony's words were certainly weighty.
No matter how unimportant or marginalized Happy's position may seem, he is still Tony Stark's trusted subordinate, and no one can say for sure how much power Stark holds over the company.
Tony Stark's directness allowing Clark to simply contact Happy if he needs anything shows an extraordinary level of respect for the latter.
At least, Happy, the fat man, appeared calm on the surface, but the surprise in his eyes was undeniable.
Aside from Clark, Happy had only ever seen this kind of treatment from one other person:
Pepper Potts, Tony Stark's assistant!
But what is Little Chili's identity?
Who is this young man named Clark in front of us?
Sorry, Happy is blind, but he really doesn't know much about Clark.
Clark has lived a very low-key life with old Kent all these years, and whenever something happens, the attention is usually focused on old Kent.
Very few people noticed Clark.
Tony Stark was an exception.
......…
Given Kent's personality, he definitely wouldn't accept these things.
But Clark is not Old Kent.
Old Kent's refusal to accept Tony Stark's financial assistance does not mean that Clark is also so stubborn.
After a brief moment of thought, Clark readily agreed:
"Thanks, Tony, I owe you one."
Tony Stark smiled.
"Don't bring up any talk of personal favors or favors. If you're unwilling to accept it, I'll be even more troubled."
He said with a hint of helplessness:
"I've wanted to sponsor the old principal for years, but you know his personality… It's really great that you're willing to do it, Clark."
Tony patted Happy hard on the shoulder:
"If you need anything, just ask him to do it, don't be shy!"
Happy nodded and bowed, indicating that he understood.
Tony patted his shoulder so hard to make him pay more attention to this matter.
If someone can't even pick up on this subtle hint from their boss, then they should probably just quit!
Tony and Clark exchanged a few words, glanced at the cemetery road, and then quickly looked away, preparing to leave.
"Clark, I have to go now, the military is pressing me hard."
Clark waved his hand:
"Go on your journey, and have a safe trip."
Of course, it's just talk.
This journey... is unlikely to be peaceful.
He muttered something to himself, then turned to look at the cemetery road to the side.
A graceful figure, holding an umbrella, was slowly walking towards them.
Looking up at the sky, Clark realized that, without him noticing, the sky had darkened and a light rain had begun to fall.
He had been staring at the cold tombstone and hadn't noticed it.
The beautiful figure walked gracefully to Clark and handed him an umbrella.
She wore a black turtleneck dress, with her long red hair flowing over her shoulders. Without any special makeup, her exquisite face alone was enough to make her stunningly beautiful.
This beautiful woman is an assistant at the academy; her name is Jean Grey.
Her previous job was to help old Kent with school affairs.
Now... the son follows in his father's footsteps.
Her role then became to help Clark with all the school's affairs.
The latter also had no ties, no family or relatives, and lived and ate at St. Kent College.
She was considered half an adopted daughter of Old Kent.
"Jean, what's wrong?"
Clark took the umbrella, without deliberately turning his head, still looking at the tombstone in front of him, and only asked a question in a low voice.
When Clark first met her, he thought that his adoptive father, Old Kent, was actually an alias and that his real identity was the bald professor.
Clark later realized he was wrong.
Because his adoptive father, Old Kent, was just an ordinary person. Although he taught many people and had countless students, he was still just an ordinary person and not a mutant.
Jean stood beside Clark, looking side by side at the cold tombstone.
The two looked very well-matched standing together, and in the eyes of those who came to pay their respects from afar, they truly were a perfect couple.
Jean's cold face was somewhat gloomy, and she looked at the tombstone with sadness.
If possible, Jean would like to stay here quietly for a few days to make her feel better.
However, she still had work to do.
She is a college assistant at St. Kent!
She gently closed her eyes, somewhat unwilling to look directly at Clark:
"Something happened at the academy."
Clark replied simply:
"I told you before, let me stay here for a while, and don't bother me with anything!"
The school didn't hold much importance in Clark's mind.
Even with the emergence of a super principal system, the situation remains the same.
Jean explained softly:
"Something has happened at the academy."
"If you don't go back… those special students might be kicked out by those board members."
The air seemed to freeze for a moment before gradually calming down.
Ordinary people would only feel that the air is a little colder, without noticing anything else.
However, Jean Grey, who had already begun to awaken her powers, was able to sense that terrifying force within it.
A chill ran through her, and then she whispered:
"The former headmaster would not want to see bloodshed at the school."
The next moment, the wind and waves subsided, the sea and sky were vast, as if nothing had happened.
Clark stood in front of the tombstone for a long time, then, holding his umbrella, decisively left.
"Let's go back and see who's making such a ruckus?"
There's a saying that's been very true throughout history:
The one who makes the most noise may not be the one who dies the fastest.
But they must have died the most tragically.