Little Brother, You Need to Control Yourself

On the second floor corridor late at night.

There was a faint sound of running water coming from the pipe.

Jordan Kent, with his messy curly hair, carefully dried the "treasured treasure" in his hand that he had just washed. It was the adolescent artifact he needed to use every night.

Jordan carefully applied dry powder to the treasure and took good care of it before putting it in the box. He then opened the bathroom door very carefully, as if he was afraid of waking up other family members.

However.

As soon as the door opened a crack, he was so scared that he almost awakened his superhuman bloodline on the spot.

"What the hell—!"

Jordan exclaimed subconsciously.

A thin figure stood silently outside the door, with a hunched back, a sallow face, and sunken eye sockets, looking listless as if a banshee had sucked all the energy out of his body.

If Jordan hadn't reacted quickly and recognized that the person standing outside the door was his younger brother, he would have almost smashed the "collection-level treasure" in his hand directly into the other person's face.

"Ian?"

Jordan swallowed, still a little shaken.

Ian raised his head slowly, his eyes unfocused.

"Well, I need to go to the bathroom." He sounded a little weak when he spoke, as if he was so weak that he could lie down on the ground and reincarnate again at any time.

"What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

Jordan had a strange expression on his face. He hid his treasure in his pocket and looked Ian up and down. He was more concerned about the youngest brother in the family.

"It's okay, my body is just hollowed out."

There was a hint of annoyance in Ian's tone when he answered. It was said that one had to be ruthless enough, and he was indeed too ruthless. He did not expect that the skill of [Self-Healing Frenzy] would consume so much physical energy.

What was recovered was the injury, but what was depleted was the energy reserves in the body. Ian was so hungry that he could hardly stand up straight. How could he not look listless and pale?

"Ummm…"

Jordan obviously misunderstood Ian's meaning.

His expression was somewhat interesting.

In the end, it ends up in an awkward state of "I understand, but I shouldn't understand."

"…"

The atmosphere in the air seemed a little stagnant.

"Uh...then you...wash up first?" Jordan laughed dryly twice to ease the depressing atmosphere and walked out of the bathroom to make room for him.

"OK."

Ian dragged his feet into the bathroom and was about to close the door when Jordan suddenly put his hand against the door, seeming to be hesitant to speak.

"Um... Ian." He chose his words carefully, speaking with difficulty as if he was a life mentor for the first time, "I... I know you may have unlocked the door to some new world."

"But... as a human being, especially a man, you have to know how to be moderate. If you don't take care of your body now, you will regret it in the future!" Jordan's voice was earnest.

He really didn't expect that these words would come out of his mouth. But there was no way, Ian looked too scary, and the young brother couldn't imagine how many times his younger brother had masturbated in his bedroom?

It's obvious.

Jordan is judging others by his own standards.

There were some misunderstandings between the two brothers.

"…"

Ian opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but didn't know what to say. In the end, he could only nod as if accepting his fate, forced a smile, and slowly closed the bathroom door.

Soon, the sound of washing water could be heard from the toilet.

Ian was cleaning the knives he used to "become stronger", but in the mind of his second brother Jordan, what Ian was cleaning might be the "tools" he used to exercise certain muscles like him.

"That's really precocious, Ian."

Even a kid like Jordan couldn't help but sigh. He covered the treasure hidden in his pocket and planned to go back to his room to play a few more games.

but.

As soon as Jordan reached the stairs, he bumped into his father Clark who was going upstairs. The father and son looked at each other and the atmosphere became a little awkward again.

"Good evening, Jordan."

Clark, still wearing a wrinkled suit, was the first to speak and break the silence.

"Um."

Jordan nodded stiffly as a greeting and turned to go back to his room. He was the child with the most strained relationship with Clark in the whole family.

"Wait," Clark called out to Jordan.

"Ian is in the bathroom?"

He looked towards the toilet where the noise was coming from.

Jordan paused and nodded, responding to his father's question. Clark was too lazy to improve Jordan's somewhat distant attitude right now.

"Is there something wrong with him recently?" Clark is most concerned about Ian's mental health. He was really worried about Ian's perverted smile while self-harming in the room.

Really. Living too close to Gotham, you will be affected by that damn place - Clark doesn't know if it's an illusion, but he always feels that Ian's behavior is a bit like that of a Gotham lunatic.

This is totally inconsistent with Ian's image as a good boy who is obedient and only focuses on school. In such a situation, Clark must consider the mental illness mentioned by Dr. Hannibal.

Could it be that... Ian has really reached a state of schizophrenia? Clark's expression became more serious when he thought of this. He tried to get some information from Jordan.

only.

"What's wrong with Ian?"

Ian's "overindulged" face and the shocking words "his body is hollowed out" flashed through Jordan's mind. He hesitated for a moment and finally chose to keep his brother's "unspeakable secret" secret.

That means you can't tell your parents.

"What could be wrong with him? He has good grades, teachers love him, girls want to fall into his arms ten times a day, and even those troublemakers who like to fight rely on him to sell the "Exam Preparation Questions" before the exam... I dare say that even Jonathan was not as popular as him when he was in middle school."

Jordan's tone was a little sour. Was he jealous? Maybe a little, but more of it was envy. After all, he didn't have many friends because of his social anxiety disorder.

"Yeah, Ian is simply a model student, perfect...but too perfect, which makes people a little worried." Clark mainly felt that Ian might be under a lot of pressure for this reason.

But,

To Jordan, who was in his rebellious period, it sounded like his father, who was often away from home, was just looking for trouble.

"If a child has shortcomings, you'll lecture him, and if he doesn't have any shortcomings, you'll still be dissatisfied... Ha, parents nowadays." Jordan rolled his eyes, bypassed the "troublemaker" father in his mind, and went straight back to his room.

"Bang!"

Jordan closed the door loudly.

It was as if he was venting his dissatisfaction with his father.

Clark sighed helplessly and withdrew his gaze from Jordan. He looked at the tightly closed bathroom door, hesitated for a moment, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

The next moment.

The superhero's expression suddenly became one of doubt and uncertainty.

The pupils flickered, and it was as if he had seen some incredible scene.

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