What is it like to study at Midtown High School?

While I was pedaling, I asked Meera how she planned to capture the jumper Bartok, and Meera took out a lot of things from her pocket: "The three of us don't have high strength values, so we don't have to think about fighting. When I was staying at Nick's house, I found out that he had developed a potion to kill cockroaches, and the effect was... a little amazing, so I asked him to improve that insecticide and turned it into a liquid bomb."

"It sounds a bit like a plastic bomb, and you said you are not terrorists!" I was really terrified of Nick's lethality, "Have you tried it?"

"Uh... I tried to pour the potion down from the second floor, and it blew up the dining table at home." Meera added, "It turned into scum."

I asked frightenedly: "The jumper is not so evil, is he?" He is just a thief who likes to show off!

Meera pinches me in the back seat: "I'm not really going to be a terrorist, we're just going to use some small explosives to trap the jumper and catch him."

Oh……

Actually, I still don't understand why we made this trip, Spider-Man is there, he must be able to catch the jumper.

But Meera behind me was in high spirits, and Nick next to me was as leisurely as if he was out for a night drive, so I could only resign myself to stepping on the bicycle, hoping that the episode would be over by the time we arrived.

Our destination is an abandoned building that is waiting to be demolished. It seems that Stark blew up a corner of it in a certain battle, so he simply bought it and planned to rebuild a science and technology exhibition hall.Rich people are good, and Peter even sewed his own uniforms.

When I got here, I knew why Mela brought Nick here. There are pillars and walls everywhere. A few small blasts can form a confined space to trap the jumper. The question is where is the jumper?

I looked at Nick, and I knew that although Nick's sense of smell and taste had basically failed, his hearing was exceptionally keen.

Nick closed his eyes, focused his expression, and tilted his head to capture the subtle movements in the quiet night. After a while, Nick said slightly in surprise: "There are people in this building, but it seems that there is more than one..."

Meera nodded: "It seems that Spider-Man has already gone in."

I breathed a sigh of relief: "Then let's not go—he can handle it by himself."

Meera pulled me unwillingly: "Then we can also help."

"Sister!" I took off my mask, "What if Peter recognizes me?"

Meera froze for a moment, then suddenly remembered this matter, a trace of guilt appeared on her little face.

She tugged at the corner of her clothes uneasily, and finally bit her lower lip: "Alan, I'll go by myself."

I quickly grabbed her: "Meera! What are you trying to do?"

Mela looked down at me and didn't speak. I looked at Nick, and Nick also shrugged to express that he didn't understand the girl's mind.

"Okay!" I glared at Nick, put on the mask again, and reached out to Meila, "Give me the bomb."

It is impossible for me to let Meera do this kind of thing. Although she is theoretically a few months older than me, but looking at her small body, I can only treat her as a little sister—she is still the one who is not obedient and can be tossed kind!

"Nick, where are the two people you heard?"

Nick listened carefully again: "One is in the southwest corner of the first floor and is not moving, and the other is on the third and fourth floors and is moving."

Undoubtedly moving was Peter searching for the jumper.

I ordered: "Nick, you stay here and I will take Meera in to plant the bomb."

The best solution is naturally to use Meera as a backup, and I will take Nick in to plant the bomb, but...

I bent down and picked Meera up, slowing time down, toward the ruins—I didn't want to hold Nick or hold hands with him.

Meera nestled in my arms very well, guiding me in which direction to go by intuition.

I saw that I was not in a hurry, so I chatted with her while walking: "Why do you have to come here? Heroic plot?"

Meera lowered her head, I could feel her biting her lip, and it took a long time before she said: "Dad...he has been training me, I can feel it, he wants me to become stronger."

"uh-huh?"

"But...he is very contradictory. While he is training me, he doesn't allow me to use my ability...I think he seems very scared, as if it is a very dangerous thing for me to use my ability."

I thought about the sentence: "Maybe it is very dangerous? Think about it, although people nowadays can accept super soldiers and tin woodmen, they are not so accepting of predicting the future and magic. I don't think the doctor I hope you become the target of public criticism."

Meera whispered: "I know." She said, "Mother was killed by those people because of me..."

I remembered, the first time I met Meera, she was being hunted by a group of people, and she told me her mother had died.

"those people……"

"Dad already took care of it," Meera told me. "I know it's dangerous to expose myself, but... Dad, he seems to want to bury me in a normal life. He made Maria—my The governess took me shopping, shopping for clothes, making dessert together, and he even checked my homework! He doesn't look like Doctor Strange at all."

I couldn't help laughing, and Meera, annoyed by the vibration in my chest, growled under her breath, "But I don't like this at all! I mean, I can see the future, and I don't hate it, that's just the way I am , and I hope to be a powerful prophet, not a magic stick who hides in the crowd and sneaks into other people's privacy."

I probably understand Meera's thoughts. She wants to prove herself and be recognized.

Meera was silent for a while, then slowly said: "I...Spiderman, Peter Parker, he was just an ordinary person, but now he is a hero. Alan, although many people are scolding him, But he protected a lot of people."

But I'm still on Doctor Strange's side: "Meera, do you envy Peter?"

"Yeah." Meera nodded.

"Do you know how he became Spider-Man." I smiled in the dark, "When he first gained his abilities, he didn't want to fight for justice, but to go to the underground fighting arena to make money."

Mela whispered a little, and I gently covered her mouth: "At that time, Peter would not go up to grab him and beat him up when he saw a thief, but let him go without making a sound. "Peter didn't know that the thief was a robber, and he ran away after stealing and met my dad, Ben Parker, and shot him dead."

Meera trembled slightly under my palm.

I suddenly felt boring: "My father's last words are: With great power comes great responsibility. You see, Meera, being a superhero is not a matter of using power, but how you use it. The Doctor is not I want to hide you, but you haven't grown to the point where you can stand up and use your abilities."

Meera was silent for a long time before she spoke: "There is one last bomb, let's finish it."

OK.

I secured the last bomb to a beam under Meera's guidance.

To be honest, Nick's bomb is really exquisite. He sealed the explosives in each glass ball, and the base is connected to the sensor, and can be used to fix it on any plane.

I took Mela to hide in a corner outside the explosion range, and then pressed the switch in my hand, two seconds?Or three seconds?We heard a terrible explosion, and I quickly covered Mela's ears, and the two of them looked at each other in the dark. Although I felt that this operation was unnecessary from the beginning, I still couldn't help it when I was in this environment. Keep your heart beating fast.

Damn, this is a bomb!At most, I used small firecrackers to blow up other people's gardens!

After the explosion subsided, Melarima pulled me out, and I couldn't help but want to see if I successfully trapped the jumper, but as soon as I turned the corner, I saw something scary, and I immediately turned around and hid again go back.

Mela, who didn't know where he was, also saw someone coming: "Peter?" Then, "Jumper!"

It was Spider-Man and his prey who came here, and Peter was obviously even more surprised: "Meera? Why are you here?"

Meera might still be a little surprised, but she still responded wittily: "I have a premonition that there are some troubles here today, so come and take a look."

"Are you alone? Does Doctor Strange know? Also, what happened to the explosion just now?"

Nick, the backer, took office immediately.

"Nick's liquid bomb made it, I thought maybe I could help a little."

"You... my God, Meera! Where's Nick?"

"Just waiting outside."

"My God!" I can imagine Peter's bewildered look, "Ava, I have a little trouble here, can you come and help me take the jumper away? Yes, I caught him."

After talking with Ava, Peter sighed: "Meera, I don't worry about you running outside with that kid who can make explosives at night. I have to send you back."

Meera nodded obediently.

When I heard their footsteps going away, I let go of my hands covering my mouth and nose, and breathed a sigh of relief.

When I walked out of the hiding place, I could clearly see what kind of ruins our blasting had created, but—why did Nick and Meera feel that there were people here?

One thing I realized: Nick just heard that there were two people here, and we preconceived them as Spider-Man and Jumper, but if Peter or Jumper—one of them arrived after us—would have been And who are we trapping?

Thinking that we might have trapped a homeless person who happened to be hiding here, I hurriedly cleared the debris from the blast, trying to clear a gap, and shouted, "Is there anyone in there?"

Not long after, I pulled out a gap the size of a dog hole, and quickly took out my phone and turned on the flashlight to look inside, but almost as soon as I put the light in, a bloody hand suddenly stretched out from inside to hold it. caught my arm.

"what--"

I was taken aback by the horror movie plot, and my phone fell to the ground.

In the dark, all I could hear was my own panting, and my harsh laughter in the dark.

【Small Theater: A Little Story About Koukou】

Due to the invasion of some special creatures, more than 300 words in Midtown World have become spoken words, including some very daily expressions, which has brought great inconvenience to people's daily life.

For example:

May: "Ellen, how did your final exam grades go?"

Allen: "Do you want to hear word of mouth? Or word of mouth?"

Mei: "Uh... I want to hear some news."

Allen: "Haha, my final grades are very bad."