What is it like to study at Midtown High School?

No matter what happened to Peter and Gwen, the third monthly exam is getting closer and closer. I watched the people around me start to study again, and I finally understood how the reputation of Midtown High came from. up.

However, Peter didn’t come to be my hacker for this exam. He was busy with Gwen’s entry project. One day Peter suddenly told me: “Sorry Alan, next week is the competition, I have to hurry up and finish this Project, maybe I have to go to the laboratory for a while in the afternoon."

I was stunned for a moment before realizing that Peter was explaining that I wanted to go home alone: ​​"Ah, it's okay, you go, is it with Gwen?"

Peter replied with some discomfort: "It's her. The teacher arranged for her to do a project with me."

I nodded and patted him on the shoulder: "Come on."

As for whether it is to cheer for the competition or to cheer for girls, it is inconvenient to say clearly.

All in all, when the exam came, I suddenly found myself alone—Meera and Nick were also busy with the exam, and I stayed in the empty classroom for a while, and went home alone with my schoolbag.

But when I got home, I found that my mother was working overtime again, and only left us a simple note, asking us to solve the dinner by ourselves.

Damn, what an unlucky day.

I looked through the refrigerator and found that there were a lot of ingredients, but I had neither cooking skills nor the desire to cook, so I took a bag of whole wheat bread and a bag of milk and went upstairs.

After simply finishing dinner, I found that I had nothing to do. It seemed that everyone had their own things to do, and only I was left behind.I felt chills down my spine at the thought, so I forced myself to sit at the desk, and instead of turning on the computer, I pulled out the materials I had left aside after the last exam—the set that Peter put together.

I didn't start reading directly, but took out the pen and paper again, and started copying from the first word.This was inspired by Peter last time. Since I can't concentrate on reading at all, I just copy it by hand, so that I can understand a little bit what I have learned. Even if I can distract myself while copying, the effect will be better.

The room was silent, and I could only hear my own breathing and the sound of the pen tip scratching across the paper. Franklin and Washington were all in front of me, and various historical views were confronting each other on the paper, and my mind slipped involuntarily.

I suddenly recalled that night in the ruins, the specious words that Deadpool laughed frantically and said.

He said he was an undead mercenary, he did not belong to time.

He said Thanos cut off all his timelines.

Deadpool's weird tone made these sentences seem to be full of bewitching colors, and I couldn't help replaying these sentences in my mind over and over again: Deadpool doesn't belong to time... Thanos cut off all his timelines...so he is immortal... he does not belong to time...

I suddenly thought of a question: Is time linear?

Deadpool said that Thanos cut off all his timelines. Is this a rhetorical device or a statement.

Timeline... Is time linear...

My mind is full of confusing definitions, and I have already stopped writing in my hand.

No, time should not be linear, time should be Möbius, Ouroboros, Jormungandr, world snake, and eternal cycle.

Is not it?Open any history book, we can see the repeated dramas: revenge, conquest, mutual benefit, intrigue... everything is repeating the past... time is a Möbius ring... …

But Deadpool said Thanos cut off his timeline!

I stared blankly at my empty hands, as if they were holding an invisible thread.

I can slow down time, but I don't know anything about time.

Another cold sentence emerged from the depths of my mind. That day, Doctor Strange stood in his narrow and dark corridor and said in my ear: You think you know everything?

I buried my face in my hands and laughed dumbly: He was right, I actually don't know anything.

I don’t know how long I was in a daze—time meant nothing to me, and the dead silence in the room was broken by the sound of brakes, probably because my mother came back.I quickly took a few deep breaths, stood up and planned to open the door for my mother, but before I started, I saw the scene outside the window from the window.

The car is my mother's car, but who is driving it?That middle-aged man with a worrying hairline, if my eyesight is fine, is it my beloved principal, an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.——Phil Coulson!

Agent Coulson brought my mom back in her car?

I couldn't take it anymore, I rushed downstairs quickly, and opened the door before my mother took out the key, just in time to see them talking and laughing goodbye, Principal Coulson is still so polite and serious, and so is my mother Vibrant and charming - but this shouldn't be put together for me!

I suppressed my awkwardness and greeted the principal: "Principal Coulson, good evening?"

My mother looked at my face, her smile was slightly restrained, but she still said goodbye to Coulson very kindly: "Thank you for sending me back, and thank you for your hospitality."

"You guys still go out to eat together?" I burst into tears, "Didn't you go to work overtime?"

My mother came over and took my hand and reminded me: "Alan, pay attention to your tone. I really have to work overtime tonight, but the company finished the work ahead of schedule today, so I came back early, just happened to be on the way Headmaster Colson, Mr. Headmaster just wanted to talk to me about Peter, so..."

Mom was angry, but I could tell she was explaining to me what I had seen.

I was still very awkward: "Peter has some special circumstances and needs the principal to contact the parents in person."

Coulson, who was pretending to be a transparent person, finally spoke, and slyly used a business-like tone: "Peter is indeed a very good student with extraordinary understanding and creativity, so I would like to recommend some internships to him." It is natural to have a chat with the parents before that.”

"Thank you so much, Mr. Principal, I also think my brother is very 'excellent'!" I looked at Coulson and said every word.

Just kidding, he was trained by you, right?

Coulson smiled at me calmly, said goodbye to his mother briefly, then turned and left.

My mother slapped me who was still grinding my teeth at his back: "Okay, let's go in, you won't see him anymore if you stare at him."

"mom!"

My mother ignored me and went straight in. I hurried in and wanted to say something, but I didn't know how to speak.

My mother asked me first, "Where's Peter? Hasn't he come back yet?"

I sat down on the sofa sullenly: "He is going to participate in a competition, and he has been busy working on projects in the laboratory these days."

"Oh, yes, Mr. Coulson seemed to say something to me just now." Mom changed into her home clothes and sat down.

I look at my mother. Although she is about to enter the ranks of Obasan, she still pays attention to her appearance, her figure is no worse than that of young people, and her eyebrows have both maternal and feminine charms. She is still full of brilliance, and Brilliant and restrained.

To be honest, I have no reason to prevent her from looking for marriage and love.

The dissatisfaction that filled me when I faced Coulson just now gradually disappeared, and I was so dumb that I couldn't speak anymore.

Knowing a child is like a mother.My mother was sensitive to my emotional changes. She got up and made two cups of cocoa, and then handed me a cup: "Calm down?"

"Yeah." And after calming down, I still feel a little ashamed.

Mum smiled, softly, and said, "I'm not dating Mr. Coulson - sure, we did go to dinner together, but we were just talking about Peter."

I took a sip of cocoa slowly: "Actually, it doesn't matter even if you are really dating."

"Huh? Really?"

Although it was awkward, I still said it out of my mouth: "Really, Mom, no one has the right to hinder your pursuit of happiness, not even me and Peter."

My mother looked at me seriously, and suddenly reached out and hugged me, so scared that I quickly put down the glass: "Mom!"

Mom rubbed my head vigorously: "My son has really grown up!"

I screamed and dodged, but in the end my mother pushed me down on the sofa. She reached out and rubbed my hair into a mess: "I've wanted to say it for a long time, why did you dye your hair this color?"

I struggled to get up and straightened my hair, and said with a smile, "Cool."

Mom pouted: "Adolescence."

My mother and I chatted one after another, which hadn't happened for a long time, and the uneasiness that had been lingering in my heart since dusk finally dissipated slowly.

My mother sent me to the second floor. At the door of the bedroom, my mother suddenly hugged me tightly: "Alan, you must be well."

I was confused by my mother's words, but I hugged back hard as an answer.

My mother whispered in my ear, "Ellen, I have no intention of getting married again. You know, we can't forget the best person."

I watched my mother turn around and go downstairs, and it took me a long time before I returned to my bedroom.

Peter didn't come back until about nine o'clock that night, and immediately rushed to my room and said, "Aunt May and Coulson are dating?"

I looked at Peter's unacceptable expression, and finally regained my balance.

I explained calmly: "No, they just chatted about you and then had a meal."

Peter confirmed it several times before he heaved a sigh of relief.I wanted to persuade Peter not to intervene in the emotional life of the elders, but I heard Peter say: "Colson—you know, he is an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. Aunt got involved in a dangerous incident."

All right.It's my heart of a villain, and others' awareness is high.

Peter collapsed on my bed: "Fortunately Aunt May didn't see him."

I kicked Peter to keep him from pressing on my leg: "Mom said, she can't forget the best person."

I saw Peter move his closed eyes and the corners of his mouth, but he still swallowed the words.

After a long time, I kicked Peter again: "Go back to your room."

Peter struggled to move, and finally refused to move: "I don't want to move, I'm almost exhausted this day."

"roll!"

"I can't move anymore."

"You didn't even take a shower!"

【Little Theater: About Yeats】

When Peter returned home, he found Alan and handed him a book: "Gwen suddenly sent me a book today. I really don't understand, do I look like someone who likes literature?"

Allen looked at the cover, it was "Yats's Poems". After opening the poetry collection, he found a bookmark. The page indicated by the bookmark clearly read:

Oh, what does this little room mean to me,

Although it is filled with prayer and tranquility.

He has invited me into the night,

My breasts and his are stuck together. ("Girl Heart")

Allen twitched the corner of his mouth, closed the book and returned it to Peter: "Who knows, hehe, hehe."