The Father of American Comics Superheroes Chapter 50: Chong

　　 school sports meeting, Mike has not participated in a long time, but watching the children galloping on the field, it seems that he is back to youth...

　　 "Dad, what do you want?"

　　 Clark pushed Mike down.

　　 Mike's eyes twitched and said, "I wonder if it will add a deep memory to your childhood."

　　 Clark felt inexplicably cold, and immediately said: "Uncle Hank and they have already come, shall we rehearse?"

　　 reached out and pointed to the participating families in the distance, and said: "I heard that they have been rehearsing for a long time."

　　 "What is there to rehearse?"

　　 Mike said nonchalantly: "If I put a little harder, we will win!"

　　 "That's right!"

　　 Along with the voice, Hank Pym came with Hope and nodded to Mike.

　　 He likes this confidence.

　　 "By the way, don't you still participate in the men's and women's relay race? Hurry up and get ready."

　　 Mike pushed Clark down.

　　 Hank said: "We will cheer you on!"

　　 "Who is rare, come on!" Hope couldn't help but cocked the corner of his mouth, grabbed Clark, and left quickly.

　　 Mike: "Young..."

　　 Hank: "It's so good..."

　　 The two looked at each other.

　　 "Hahaha!"

　　"Where are the two boys?"

　　 Hank Pym asked curiously.

　　 Mike reached out and pointed to the class where the two of them were in, and said: "They are class activities, don't care about them."

　　 Hank Pim nodded and said, "I remember that Clarke had a tug-of-war competition on a class basis before the relay race. Did Clark participate in it?"

　　"Uh...Yes!"

　　 "Then let's go and cheer."

　　 "Actually, I don't use it..."

　　 "Let’s go, don’t be shy, you are his father!"

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

　　 Mike covered his face and followed.

　　 He also specifically explained Clark in the morning, don’t try too hard in the tug-of-war.

　　 The tug-of-war competition was in full swing. The children followed the slogan and leaned back desperately with the energy of breastfeeding. The audience shouted hoarsely, as if to lend their strength to the children in the tug-of-war.

　　 Mike: ヽ(ー_ー)ノ.

　　 is very calm.

　　 Finally, it's Clark and his class.

　　 Mike started to get nervous.

　　 Hank Pim smiled and comforted: "Don't be nervous, it won't matter if you lose."

　　 You don’t understand!

　　 Mike shook his head.

　　The game begins!

　　 With a whistle, the parents as the audience shouted hysterically, as if to add some buffs to their children, but Mike nervously shouted: "Let's relax, son!"

　　The sound of cheering in 　　 was mixed with an alien, and the parents looked at Mike and interrogated with their eyes.

　　 Hank Pym touched Mike with his elbow.

　　 Mike glanced at the crowd, and said: "What are you looking at? I haven't seen it, come on!"

　　"Then there is such a cheering!"

　　 A parent murmured.

　　You know what a fart!

　　 Mike swept over fiercely, and the parent trembled and turned to continue to cheer.

　　 The two sides of the tug-of-war are a bit stuck, and the paddling Clark carefully controls his strength.

　　 For him, controlling power maintains this situation, which is much harder than winning this game.

　　 "Use a little force, a little force, Clark!"

　　 Everyone looked at Mike screamingly.

　　 is this alien again.

　　 Mike didn't care, and focused all his attention on Clark, for fear that Clark used too much force to throw the children out.

　　 Clark let out a sigh of relief, lifted his heart and pulled one hand gently, pulling his opponent across the line.

　　 "Oh oh!"

　　 "Awesome! My son is so amazing!"

　　 "Awesome!"

　　 Amid the cheers, Mike breathed a sigh of relief.

　　 did a good job!

　　 Clark's control over his power is getting stronger and stronger.

　　 Mike blinked at Clark, Clark gave Mike a thumbs up, and the father and son smiled tacitly.

　　 I don’t need to see the results anymore.

　　Sure enough, after a few rounds, Clark's class won the final victory.

　　 Hank Pym looked at Clark, who was sweating profusely, and said, "Young man, good job!"

　　 This kid has done a lot of effort, will the relay run be okay for a while?

　　He was a little worried.

　　 Clark smiled at him.

　　 Mike patted Clark on the shoulder: "He...nice job."

　　 "I'm going to prepare for the game."

　　 Clark said, turned and left.

　　"Go, go to the audience stage!"

　　Pick Ham trot and rushed over.

　　 Looking at Pique Ham’s back, Mike couldn't help but shook his head.

　　 This is my father.

　　 waited for about half an hour. When the sprint race was over, it was finally the men's and women's 300x2 relay race.

　　 "Come on! Hope! Clark!"

　　 Hank Pim yelled, and the excitement was almost more exciting than when he was an Ant-Man, killing him inside the enemy.

　　 Look at Mike...

　　ヽ(ー_ー)ノ

　　 is still calm.

　　 As long as Hope doesn't reach the finish line before the opponent reaches the finish line, then there is no suspense in this game if he passes the baton to Clark.

　　 Of course, Mike and Clark couldn't do this at all.

　　 "Look, that's my son! Isn't he handsome? Isn't he strong!"

　　 A pair of black parents standing next to Mike, watching Mike did not cheer, thinking that Mike was watching the game, excitedly introduced his son to Mike~ IndoMTL.com~ a black boy with a strong body.

　　 Mike nodded indifferently.

　　 thought Mike was very optimistic about his son, and the black parents immediately showed a kind smile to Mike.

　　bang!

　　 The flare gun sounds.

　　 As the starting girls, they ran out instantly.

　　 "Hope! Come on!"

　　 Hank Pym was still yelling at first, but when he saw Hope rushing forward and trying his best for victory, he couldn't help standing up and cheering loudly.

　　 Well, the matter involving his daughter is nothing like a superhero, tech tycoon, or billionaire.

　　 Finally, Hope made the second handover, and at the moment of the handover, Clark rushed out and kept on the first place.

　　 Seeing this scene, Mike breathed a sigh of relief.

　　 is not too exaggerated, not bad.

　　 But at this moment, the black couple beside him shouted loudly: "Baby, get rid of that black-haired boy!"

　　Baby?

　　 Mike was taken aback.

　　"At first glance, that kid is a sissy, kill him, Pitch!"

　　 sissy?

　　 Mike has a cold look in his eyes.

　　"He is only worthy to kiss your ass!"

　　 can't bear it!

　　 Mike pushed away the two angrily, and shouted at Clark: "Clark! Give me a little better than that kid, and give me a little bit of strength! Don't let him lose too hard!"

　　 The black couple stared at Mike, only then did they realize that Mike turned out to be the enemy.

　　 "Baby! Kill him!"

　　 The two pushed Mike and yelled.

　　 Mike pressed their heads and shouted to Clark: "Go!"