What is it like to study at Midtown High School?

I pissed off my cousin, what should I do?Waiting online, very urgent.

I was tempted to post on the forum and ask, but the reality is that I can only bite the bullet and go upstairs to appease my fragile cousin under the attention of Ava and others.

Pushing open the door, Peter was lying on the bed staring at the ceiling, and he didn't even move his ears when he heard me come in.

I closed the door and sat down next to the edge of the bed. I didn't know what to say for a while, so I had to dig the sheets with my fingers and quickly think of a solution.

Plan1, sincere feelings: Peter, I was wrong, I shouldn’t be so stupid, I should have put you at the top of my help list from the very beginning, after all, you are so heroic and handsome, you are simply a good son of New Yorkers , plain language can no longer describe my admiration for you, please let me express my admiration for you with singing, spiderman～spiderman～

Well, I guess Peter raised his hand and walked away before I could speak.

Plan1, shot.

Plan2, take a step back: Peter, I’m wrong, I’m damned, everything is my fault, I secretly threw away your homework, not Fisher’s, and I also ate ice cream, including yours , The principal of the elementary school, I pulled out his valve core, and then called you over... I did all these things, hit me, come here (here should have a posture of tilting your head and neck)!

Uh, no way, this risk factor is too high, what if Peter really comes to me, none of the following four people will save me.

plan2, shot.

Plan3, begging for perfection: This is quite simple, please refer to how Mela tricked me into helping her find her father, brother Peter ~ please forgive me ~

Evil... shoot, shoot, shoot!

After much deliberation, I still couldn't come up with a proper method, and the bed sheets were still fluffed by me.

In the end, Peter spoke first: "Alan."

"Hmmm? Peter?"

Peter sat up slowly, leaned against the quilt, looked at the ceiling, and said leisurely: "I am very angry, when I know that you would rather spend a lot of time posting on the forum and posting lost and found on the street than ask me for help." time." He looked at me, "I don't think you trust me."

I sighed and rubbed my forehead. I was about to explain, but I saw Peter's expression relax, and I continued, "After thinking about it, it's not that you don't want to ask me, but that you are so stupid that you didn't expect this shortcut."

I was overjoyed and shook hands with him quickly: "Yes, comrade, that's it!"

But Peter changed the subject again: "But then I thought about it, why didn't you think of this method at all?"

I was heartbroken: "It's all because of my low IQ, Ava will teach me a good lesson."

"No." Peter said slowly, staring at me, "it's because you subconsciously don't want to ask anyone for help, especially me. You always choose one person."

I opened my mouth, and in the end I could only utter two words: "No."

"No?" Peter sat up straight, frowning, and threw out a series of words, "Then why do you know that I am Spider-Man, but don't have any doubts? Because you don't care why I became Spider-Man at all, and you don't care about me. What the hell are you doing, and I don’t have any interest in what happened to me.”

"Hey, Peter, I don't really have many friends, but there's no need to give all my attention to you!" I retorted sharply, seeing Peter's face twitch in pain.

"Allen, since when did you stop telling us anything?"

I felt a tight concussion in my chest, and subconsciously turned my face away, but Peter took my shoulder and looked at me seriously: "Since when did you stop showing off your pranks to Aunt May?" Don't you? And stop tricking me into helping you with your homework? You're doing great, you still tease people, you still joke, you still play trivial tricks, but you don't talk to anyone anymore Talk about yourself!"

I want to laugh, I really want to laugh, and I did laugh. I want to ask Peter, are you thinking too much? It’s normal to have adolescence syndrome when I’m old.

But Peter stared at me: "That's it, that's the kind of smile, fake like crying."

I felt that thin smile dissolve so quickly, I wasn't ready for another look to take over.

I felt a silent sigh as Peter put his hands over my face, and then heard him say, "Uncle Ben's death hurt me too."

I took a deep breath, trying to suppress the surging emotions, but it turned into a sudden tremor. I hugged my shoulders with all my strength, and gritted my teeth to restrain the sobs in my throat.

Peter was taken aback, and quickly pressed me hard, and when he found that I was clenching my teeth, he couldn't help shouting: "Open your mouth, you will bite your tongue!"

He opened my mouth hard to prevent me from biting myself, and at the same time patted my back gently with the other hand, and said softly: "It's okay...it's okay Alan...I'm here..."

He said he was here.A small voice spoke in my head.

it's useless.Another voice seemed ruthless.

It's useless, he can't save everyone.

He can't save me either.

No one can save me.

But under Peter's comfort, I finally swallowed everything and gradually calmed down.

Peter breathed a sigh of relief, rubbing his temples regretfully: "It's all my fault, I promise I'll never mention that again."

"Are all of you superheroes like this? It's all my fault, it's all my fault, it's all my responsibility, ah, housing prices are getting higher and higher, it's all my fault, why isn't there peace in Iraq, it's all my fault, Beijing is too smoggy Seriously, well, it must be my fault!" I was still joking.

Peter laughed too, reaching out and rubbing my head.

"Hey, Ellen, your hair?"

"What's the matter?" I dyed my hair back to blond when I came back from Nick's house that day, the pure one, even my mother didn't notice the difference.

Peter pulled one off and showed it to me: "Why did it turn white?"

I took the hair and noticed that it was mostly blond at the front, but white at the bottom near the roots.

I was startled, so I quickly jumped to the mirror, lifted my hair and saw that my head was covered with banana milkshake.

Peter stood behind him and said disapprovingly: "Alan, Aunt May will not allow you to dye your hair white."

Grandpa, I dyed it gold!I pulled out a few more hairs to observe, and finally I was about to cry without tears. Did Nick’s potion completely change my hair color?

Now that we have contacted Comrade Danny with the flip flops, we decided to take Meera to see Dr. Strange Stephen Strange in the afternoon. Of course, not all of us are dispatched. In fact, according to my opinion, Danny and I will take Maya. It was enough to pull, but in the end Peter followed up sullenly.

Nick's house is still so dark, but at least there are no traps this time.

Nick was wearing a white coat that looked like Frankenstein, with a white face and inexplicable bruises, squinting at Danny and Peter behind me.

I explained briefly: "They probably knew Meera's father."

Nick still didn't ask any more questions so tactfully, he called out Mela from the kitchen, and asked us kindly: "Have you had lunch yet?"

"Eat it!" I subconsciously took a step back.

Meera's originally excited expression suddenly turned into regret: "Hey, really, we still have a lot left at noon."

Ha ha.

Hearing that we would take her to meet relatives right away, Meera didn't show too much joy. She probably had a premonition. She put down the frying pan in her hand and went back to the house to change into the black princess we wore when we met for the first time. skirt.When we got into the taxi, I was sitting next to her and found her little hands tightly clutching the hem of the skirt.

After all, it was a child. Speaking of which, she had just lost her mother not long ago and was hunted all the way to New York. It’s just that I was careless, and Nick was an otherworldly person. Neither of us was in the mood to take care of Mela.

I couldn't help but patted Mela's head and comforted her softly: "Don't be nervous."

Meera's tense body relaxed a little, she looked up at me, and complained, "Okay, don't take advantage of this opportunity."

My stroking action immediately turned into a hutou. When Meera and I were laughing, I suddenly felt a strong gaze. I subconsciously looked at Peter, who was sitting in the co-pilot, but saw him sitting upright and looking at the front. Looking at Nick next to him, he was dozing off with his mouth half open.

I remembered about the hair, and shook him mercilessly awake: "Hey, Nick, what's the matter with your potion?" I pulled out two hairs and poked them under Nick's eyes for him to see.

Nick squinted his eyes for a while, but there was no result: "I don't know, why don't I go back and try to make the potion that day?"

I am speechless.In fact, I didn't expect much from Nick, most of the time he himself didn't know what effect his potion had.

Nick looked at my two hairs all the way, and finally said to me solemnly before getting out of the car: "You have to thank me that this potion only bleaches, not turns your hair green, so," Nick showed a strange look smile, "Why so serious?"

[Small Theater: The Bear Children of Lao Wan's Family]

Professor X wants to divorce Magneto.

Lao Wan: Honey, you can’t do this, we just got married again!

Professor: I can't live through this day!

Lao Wan: What's the matter, what's the matter, my dear, please tell me well!

Professor: Do you know that the Family Planning Commission came to your door just now?

Lao Wan: Didn’t we pay the fine?One superborn is five thousand, two are ten thousand.

Professor: How many children are there in the room?

Wanda, Lorna, Pietro and Allen sat in a row, waiting for the fruit to come out.

Professor: Let me see how you, a scrap metal collector, pay the fine!

The author has something to say: whysoserious?

Haha, this is the line of the famous villain clown in DC Comics "Batman". In "Fatal Joke", there is the origin of the clown, who fell into the chemical potion, and when he climbed out, his hair turned green.