The huge Lamborghini tractor caused a sensation in the town on the first day it was delivered to the dealership in Smallville, and it became even more sensational when it was the Kents who came to receive it.
Everyone knows that Kent Farm is the leader here. Old Kent is a man of action who has been farming all his life, and is not the kind of rich man who needs luxury cars to show off his wealth.
Moreover, Jonathan's slightly stingy lifestyle is well-known throughout the town of Snowville. Everyone wants to know what wrong strings he had in mind to buy such an expensive tractor.
As Jonathan walked into the parking lot, he scolded Clark, but he couldn't hide the joy on his face. What he was happy about was not that he was about to own a Lamborghini tractor, but that his son actually made good friends who would give each other gifts.
Jonathan and Clark stood in front of this huge tractor. Jonathan said with tears in his eyes: "When you were young, Martha and I rarely brought you with you because we were worried that your abnormality would be discovered by others and bring you danger. You go out and socialize.”
"The population of the town is not large, and young people are not willing to stay here to do farm work. This means that you have few friends of your own age in the local area. The people you know well are either middle school classmates or people of my generation."
"I'm so lucky that Martha and I asked you to go to a big city to go to college instead of staying here to study in an agricultural training class. A big city will broaden your mind and have a long-term vision, and it will also allow you to make many good friends. I I’m really worried that you won’t be able to make friends…”
Clark hugged Jonathan and patted his back comfortingly. He knew what Jonathan was worried about.
The meteorite that fell that night completely changed the life trajectory of the young farmer and his wife. They loved this child so much, but they also understood that he was not a human being, and if they wanted to integrate into human society, they would have to pay an extra price.
Jonathan was not worried that Clark wouldn't be able to make friends, but that if Clark interacted too deeply with any human being, they would easily detect abnormalities. Human beings instinctively reject things that are not of our kind. Jonathan was worried that Clark was emotionally invested, but he Injuried.
Jonathan often teaches Clark not to accept expensive gifts from others, but expensive gifts represent more precious thoughts and the weight of Clark in their hearts.
In Jonathan's opinion, Bruce and Diana are both wealthy people living in big cities. They may not know much about tractors, so they can only choose the best one within their capabilities. This represents their understanding of tractors. Clark's precious thoughts, so Jonathan didn't care about those questioning looks.
The technicians from the car dealership drove the big tractor to the Kent farm. Martha greeted him happily. Diana, who was walking behind, nudged Bruce with her elbow and said, "This is the most special luxury tractor you have ever owned." The car is here, right?”
"Yeah, it's too tall. I'm afraid it won't even fit into the Wayne Manor garage."
"I mean, this is a super cool gift for your friend, and if it were me, I would remember it for the rest of my life."
Bruce remained silent and did not answer, and Diana continued: "The playboy side of you reported by the media is actually a disguise by you. It seems that you are not at all flamboyant, talkative, unwilling to socialize, and even a little taciturn."
"What major did you major in college?" Bruce asked.
"history."
"I thought you were studying psychology."
After saying that, Bruce stepped forward and came to the side of the Lamborghini tractor. Clark, who was sitting in the driver's seat studying the buttons, saw him coming and stretched out his arm towards him. Bruce pulled his arm and got into the car. , sat in the passenger seat.
Clark looked at the pile of buttons eagerly, but then he seemed a little confused. He first held the handle, and then said: "Well, I know these two keys are forward and backward... and this reading, it should be Speed, this button checks the connection, and this..."
"Very good, I know about a dozen keys and six types of data on this machine." Clark touched his lips and said, "Then the question is, there are more than 40 keys, 60 gears and more than 20 kinds of data left. What is the data used for?”
"So, you don't know how to drive a tractor?"
"I don't know how to drive a Lamborghini!"
The two stared at each other, and after dozens of seconds, Bruce waved to Clark and said, "Get out of the way and let me come."
The two exchanged positions, and Bruce first studied the steering wheel operating handle and some buttons on the panel.
Clark leaned next to him, pointing to the data on the panel and said: "These are all in German. There is Italian on the panel over there, and there are strange German abbreviations here. What is over there? Is it Latin? Why? Just no English?”
"Don't talk, I'm studying." Bruce operated the handle, turned his head and glanced at the rearview mirror, pressed the button on the handle, and then pulled it back hard. There was a "bang" and the car bumped.
At this time, Clark had not realized the seriousness of the problem. He was still trying to understand the complex data on the panels.
Bruce glanced at the buttons on the panel. He knew German and Italian, but all the buttons written on them were abbreviations, which were logos with only a few capital letters. Bruce didn't know what the abbreviations were, but he I made some understanding based on my own speculation.
The biggest gain for Bruce after experiencing the Hell War is that he loses his overly cautious pretensions and gains more bold courage.
Bruce stretched out his hand, pressed a button, held the operating lever tightly, first pushed it to the right, and then pushed it forward. With a "boom", the tractor rushed out.
The strong pushing feeling almost hit Clark's waist, and the back of his head hit the back of the chair with a "bang". With a "click", the metal rod fixing the pillow behind his head broke directly, and the headrest felt like a piece of wind. The blown leaves were thrown onto the road by the rapidly speeding tractor.
The Lamborghini tractor sped out directly along the road at the gate of Kent Farm, and the rumble was louder than the spring thunder last night.
Clark shouted amidst the roar of the engine: "Why did you just turn on the highest horsepower??!!! Don't you know how to drive a Lamborghini?!!!"
"But I can't drive a tractor!!!!"
"Boom boom boom boom boom!!!!"
"What are you two doing?!"
Diana flew to the side of the speeding tractor. While tightening her arms, she maintained a streamlined body shape and followed the airflow of the tractor to fly forward. At the same time, she turned to look at the two men in the window who were clinging to the armrest. Roaring: "Do you like drag racing that much?! It's a Lamborghini, but it's a tractor!!! Stop it quickly!!!"
"Boom boom boom boom boom!!!"
There was a violent sound that made both Diana and Clark cover their ears. When the huge tractor sped on the rural road, the smoke was as big as a missile explosion. Diana took a mouthful of dirt and kept talking. Coughing, covering his mouth with his hand.
"Brake! Brake quickly!" Clark shouted in horror: "There's a turn ahead, turn the steering wheel!!!"
Hearing Clark shouting for brakes, Bruce braked decisively, but there was a curve ahead, and he had to continue turning the steering wheel before the speed dropped.
While turning the steering wheel and braking at the same time, the result was that the Lamborghini tractor drew a smooth arc and drifted around the corner.
Finally, the grumpy Amazon princess couldn't bear it anymore. She flew to the back of the car, grabbed it out of thin air with her right hand, and threw out a long whip-like rope. With a "swish", the mantra lasso was separated. The entire tractor was tied up several hundred meters away.
Diana wrapped her hands around the tail of the noose, and pulled back with all her strength. A harsh brake sound sounded, and black smoke billowed from the bottom of the tires. The tractor, which was charging like a bull, finally stopped.
Clark lay on the console in front, slowly stretched out his hand, and gave a thumbs up to Bruce next to him.
Bruce pressed his hand on the spot where his forehead had been smashed on the iron frame next to him. After taking his hand away, he found that his hand was covered in blood.
When the huge steel machinery started running, the deafening roar and the vibration caused by the engine working at full strength made the eardrums and muscles of the people sitting in the car buzz.
But at the same time, such a tremor also ignited the fire in the blood. Clark next to him was the first to laugh. The rhythm of the laughter was as fast and enthusiastic as his heartbeat. Bruce tilted his head back and leaned on the back of the chair, laughing lowly. Just like his heartbeat, slow and powerful.
None of them could tell what was so interesting about driving a Lamborghini tractor on a country road.
But that kind of ridiculous joy that suddenly rises in the heart like wheat seedlings that have just been sown is simple and pure, making people want to laugh and cry.
The laughter stopped abruptly when the disgraced Diana stood on the hood of the tractor with her arms folded. Feeling Diana's death gaze, Clark coughed twice, opened the door and stepped out of the vehicle and said:
"Everything about this tractor is good, but it's a little too complicated. We may need an instruction manual. I'll go back and get it now. I'll be back later."
Diana sighed deeply and looked at the two of them as if she were looking at two dogs chewing up the sofa.
After Clark flew away, Diana sat in the driver's seat. As soon as Bruce turned around, Diana saw the blood on his forehead. Diana exclaimed, and then a little light lit up on her fingertips.
She gently pressed her finger to Bruce's forehead. When Bruce's blue eyes looked up at her, Diana retracted her finger in a panic.
She expected to hear some grandiose teasing from Bruce, but Bruce looked at her seriously and asked, "You used a rope to hold the tractor?"
"Oh, yes, that rope is...well, I don't know how to explain it to you, anyway...well, actually I can do magic..."
"I mean, if you can catch it once, you can catch it the second time, right?"
Diana narrowed her eyes, she had a bad premonition, and soon, this bad premonition came true.
Clark quickly flew back with the manual in hand. The manual for this Lamborghini tractor was a real "book", thicker than ordinary ones. The three of them put their heads together and began to study the contents.
When reading the theory, everyone felt that they were good at it, but Clark felt that he was even better. After reading it for less than three minutes, he raised his hand and said: "Very good, I have completely understood all this! Now let's put the car on Drive back!"
After saying that, he and Diana exchanged places and sat back in the driver's seat.
A red sunset in Kansas set on the horizon. On a flat country road, a huge tractor carried three people along the way. The billowing smoke was blown backward by the wind, like a cloud.
"We're here, stop!"
"How to stop! The brakes are useless!!!"
"You pressed the wrong button! Press the blue one!"
"You two losers! You still have to look at me!!"
"Whoosh! Squeak——!!!"
"boom!"
"ah!"
"Well!"
(End of chapter)
