Chapter 50
Mike has not participated in the school sports meeting for a long time, but watching the children galloping on the field, he seems to feel like he is back to being a young child...
"Dad, what do you think?"
Clark pushed Mike down.
Mike's eyes jumped and he said, "I was wondering if I would add some deep memories to your childhood."
Clark was inexplicably cold in his heart, and then said: "Uncle Hank and the others have come, shall we rehearse?"
Reaching out and pointing to the participating families in the distance, he said, "I heard that they have been rehearsing for a long time."
"What's the rehearsal for this?"
Mike said nonchalantly: "I will use a little force and we will win!"
"that's right!"
Along with the voice, Hank Pym walked over with Hope and nodded to Mike.
He likes the confidence.
"By the way, aren't you also going to participate in the men's and women's relay races? Go get ready."
Mike pushed Clark down.
Hank said: "We will cheer you on!"
"Who cares about you, come on!" Hope couldn't help but lift his mouth, grabbed Clark and left quickly.
Mike: "Young..."
Hank: "Good..."
The two looked at each other.
"Hahaha!"
"What about those two boys?"
Hank Pym asked curiously.
Mike reached out and pointed to the class where the two were, and said, "They are class activities, don't worry about them."
Hank Pym nodded and said, "I remember Clark had a class-based tug-of-war before the relay race. Did Clark participate?"
"Uh... yes!"
"Then let's go cheer."
"Actually, no need..."
"Come on, don't be shy, you are his father!"
Hank Pym patted Mike and walked to the tug of war area.
Mike covered his face and followed.
He also specifically explained to Clark in the morning that the tug of war should not be too hard.
The tug-of-war competition was in full swing. The children followed the slogan and leaned back desperately with the strength of feeding. The audience shouted hoarsely, as if they wanted to lend their strength to the tug-of-war children.
Mike: ヽ(ー_ー)ノ.
Just calm.
Finally, it was Clark's class.
Mike started to get nervous.
Hank Pym smiled and comforted: "Don't be nervous, even if you lose, it's nothing."
You do not understand!
Mike shook his head.
Game start!
As the whistle blew, the parents who were in the audience roared hysterically, as if to add some buffs to their children, but Mike shouted nervously: "Take it easy, son!"
There was an alien mixed in with the sound of cheering, and the parents looked at Mike and tortured their eyes.
Hank Pym elbowed Mike.
Mike glanced at everyone and said, "What are you looking at, I haven't seen it, come on!"
"That's how it works!"
A parent groaned.
You know the shit!
Mike swept over fiercely, the parent shivered, turned his head and continued to cheer.
The two sides of the tug-of-war were a little stuck, and Clark, who was paddling, carefully controlled his strength.
For him, controlling the power to maintain the situation is much harder than winning the game.
"Put a little harder, a little harder, Clark!"
Everyone looked at Mike.
Another outlier.
Mike didn't care, and put all his attention on Clark, for fear that Clark would use too much force and throw the children away.
Clark breathed a sigh of relief, holding his heart and pulling gently with one hand,
Pull the opponent out of the line.
"oh oh!"
"Amazing! My son is amazing!"
"Awesome!"
Amidst the cheers, Mike breathed a sigh of relief.
well done!
Clark's grip on his power grew stronger and stronger.
Mike winked at Clark, Clark gave Mike a thumbs up, and the father and son smiled tacitly.
You don't need to look at the results anymore.
Sure enough, after several rounds, Clark's class won the final victory.
Hank Pym looked at Clark, who was sweating profusely, and said, "You're doing well, young man!"
This kid has put in a lot of effort, so it's okay to run the relay after a while, right?
He was a little worried.
Clark smiled at it.
Mike patted Clark on the shoulder: "Re... Well done."
"I'm off to prepare for the game."
Clark said, and turned to leave.
"Go, go to the audience stage!"
Pickham trotted over.
Looking at Pick Ham's back, Mike couldn't help shaking his head.
This is father.
After waiting for about half an hour, after the sprint race, it was finally the men's and women's 300x2 relay run.
"Come on! Hope! Clark!"
Hank Pym screamed, and his excitement was even more exciting than when he was Ant-Man, smashing into the enemy's interior.
On the other hand, Mike...
ヽ(ー_ー)ノ
Still calm.
As long as Hope didn't hand over the baton to Clark before the opponent reached the finish line, there would be no suspense in this race.
Of course, there was no way Mike and Clark could do that.
"Look, that's my son! Isn't he handsome, isn't he strong!"
A pair of black parents standing next to Mike, watching Mike not cheering, thought Mike was here to watch the game, and excitedly introduced their son to Mike.
A sturdy black boy.
Mike nodded indifferently.
Thinking that Mike was very optimistic about his son, the black parents immediately showed a kind smile to Mike.
boom!
The signal gun went off.
As the girls who started running, they ran out in an instant.
"Hope! Come on!"
Hank Pym was still roaring in a low voice at first, but when he saw Hope pushing forward and doing his best for victory, he couldn't help but stand up and cheered loudly.
Well, it's nothing like a superhero, tech mogul, billionaire when it comes to his daughter.
Finally, Hope crossed the baton in the second, and at the moment of the baton, Clark rushed out and kept biting the first place.
Seeing this scene, Mike breathed a sigh of relief.
Not too exaggerated, not bad.
But at this moment, the black couple beside him shouted: "Baby, get rid of that black-haired brat!"
cub?
Mike was stunned.
"Look at that kid is a sissy, kill him for me, Pitch!"
Sissy?
Mike's eyes flashed coldly.
"He only deserves to kiss your ass!"
Can't stand it!
Mike pushed the two away angrily and shouted at Clark: "Clark! Give me a little bit of strength to surpass that kid! Don't let him lose too hard!"
The black couple stared at Mike when they realized that Mike was the enemy.
"Baby! Kill him!"
The two pushed Mike and shouted at his throat.
Mike pressed the heads of the two and shouted to Clark, "Come on!"