What is it like to study at Midtown High School?

"So, by adding an auxiliary line here, we can see that a parallelogram can be formed here, and you can use it to build a coordinate system... Allen?"

When I came back to my senses, I saw Peter frowning at me, and quickly put down the phone: "Sorry."

As the time for the monthly exam drew closer, Peter became more and more nervous. He actually did what he said before—helping me with tutoring himself.Seeing that I slipped away again unconsciously, Peter rubbed his eyebrows helplessly: "It's nothing, Alan, did I make you a little tired after talking for too long?"

"Uh, maybe, why don't we rest for a while?" I went down the steps, "I remember there is still a newly bought pudding in the refrigerator." Last time, Mela, who is also a sweet tooth, really ate all my pudding , but not to be outdone, I bought another batch to fill up the refrigerator.

Peter put down the book: "Okay, I'll get some, and you can take a look at these examples first."

Seeing that Peter was going out, I quickly took out my phone.

Since he sent a private message to "Flip-Flops" that time, he hasn't replied to me again. It wasn't until I sneaked onto the forum just now that I found out that there was a new message alert.

Handsome guys love flip flops: Sorry, I'm not often on the forum, I just saw your message, what's the name of the magician you're looking for?

I hesitated, and replied: I don't know his specific information, but maybe his name is "S"?

This time the flip flops quickly replied: Maybe it is the magician I know.

I was so excited that I typed and asked: Can you tell me his contact information or address?I want to give him back his stuff, something very important.

Flip-flops replied: Uh, sorry I can't disclose his personal information, maybe you can pass that "important thing" to me, and I will pass it to him.

Of course not.

First of all, I am not sure whether the magician I know in this "flip flop" is the "Steve" I am looking for. I don't even know if he really knows any magician; Meera was entrusted to other people, and Meera kept in touch with me during the few days when she lived in Nick's house, and she still looked at me like the blond Esther looked at Tristan. (Note: From "Tristan and Iser", in which Tristan abandons his wife, the blond Iser, to marry the jade-handed Iser.)

Before I could reply, "Flip-flops" probably realized this problem, and sent a message: Of course, just to be cautious, maybe you can wait for a few days and let me ask S for his opinion?

I replied: Yes, please.

Peter had already returned with the pudding. Seeing that I had finally put down the phone, he pretended to ask casually, "Who should I contact?"

"Huh? And Nick." I grabbed the only chocolate-flavored pudding and started eating.

Peter didn't ask much, and took the initiative to change the topic: "Alan, I think it's been a long time since we entered high school. We haven't sat down and talked for a long time. Actually, I mean, if you want, you can have any troubles. Talk to me."

I glanced at Peter and raised my eyebrows: "Thank you, I am currently physically and mentally healthy, and most of my troubles can be solved by myself."

Peter quickly understood the dirty joke, blushed, and stammered for a while: "Uh, I mean, other troubles, such as making friends... yes, problems in making friends."

I interrupted him: "Why don't you talk about you first, don't you need to discuss the school festival with Sam and Ava today?"

Peter scratched his head: "No, in fact, Harry and Mary Jane are responsible for most of the school celebrations, we are just helping out."

I interpreted this sentence a little deeper: most of the time to protect the world, Iron Man and Captain America are in charge, and Spider-Man's team only helps out occasionally.

I smiled. "I remember you used to have a crush on Mary Jane."

Peter almost swallowed his tongue: "No—I mean, M.J. is a nice girl and one of my best friends, but I'm not crazy about her."

How do I remember that when I was a child, Peter always looked at Mary Jane and blushed: "You don't like her? I mean the kind of like between the opposite sex."

Peter made a green pepper expression: "To be honest, Mary Jane is more like a big sister most of the time, and occasionally an aunt."

I thought back to Mary Jane when she was in a rage, and I deeply agreed: "So you're not going to ask her as a partner?"

Peter looked like he had swallowed the green pepper.

I realized something: "Oh my god, no, you haven't found a date yet?"

Peter buried his head in the pudding, I already kind of sympathized with him, my feelings for Peter were always influenced by his other identity, almost forgot that when he wasn't Spiderman, he was just a dull, dull, neither handsome nor The inactive nerd is, after all, someone who is outside the teenage mate-choice circle.

I almost sympathized with him: "I remember there are some good-tempered (introverted) girls in your class, Nier? Mikala?"

Peter shook his head heavily: "Even Ava has abandoned me—she's going to keep Luke company."

"...Brother, I almost laughed out loud."

In fact, I didn't hold back either, I collapsed on the chair and laughed, Peter looked at me with a complex expression, I knew there must be jealousy in this complex emotion, because although our first graders can participate in the school festival, the prom is only for Open from the second grade, that is to say, I don't need to worry about the dance partner.

Before Peter was overwhelmed by mourning, the ringing of the call saved him. He looked at it and became serious. To be honest, Peter is a good boy when he is serious. It is quite pitiful that he didn’t even date a girl. .

In front of me, Peter didn't say much, just said "um" a few times, and then hung up the phone.

I looked at his face: "What happened?"

Peter frowned, rather embarrassed: "A friend of mine, he encountered some troubles... the very troublesome kind."

"Sounds serious—are you going to see him?"

This is obviously what Peter needs, he looked at me: "Aunt May, can you help me cover?"

"OK~"

Peter forced a smile, opened the door and rushed out.

After Peter left, I quickly turned on the computer and began to search for the news tonight. Sure enough, the latest news report mentioned the news of "a giant lizard disrupted traffic and is now missing." While browsing the web, I thought: Could it be possible? Peter's teammates or friends are under attack?

I saw comments from netizens under a news video.

Passerby A: My God!Terrible, where is our hero?Have you all gone there?

Passerby B: Come back, there are so many superheroes in New York, don't panic.

Passerby C: How can you not panic? !How many people have been injured here? Are they eating dry food?

……

This is the world with superheroes.People place their hopes on them, and they also place additional responsibilities on them. People call them "vigilante policemen", admiring their voluntary labor, and doubting their police status.

Look, Peter is still a middle school student, and he has so many responsibilities and doubts.

He must be aging faster than me.

I thought about it, and replied to Passerby C: Have you eaten your rice?

Peter revealed his identity that night.

He fell down under my window covered in blood, and immediately stopped me from turning on the light: "Don't turn on the light!"

I didn't move or make a sound.

Peter gave a vague laugh: "Hey, I'm your good neighbor Spider-Man, can you take me in for a little while?"

I calmly replied, "Maybe it's better to ask my neighbor to go back to his room?"

Peter was silent, and I ruthlessly turned on the light.

Peter looked terrible, the uniform was dirty, torn in several places, showing bloody wounds, and worst of all, even a piece of the mask was torn, no wonder he had to flee back.

I couldn't stand it anymore, so I reached out and pulled his mask off.

Peter blocked it for a while, but finally gave in. After a moment of embarrassment, he smiled again: "When did you find out?"

"In the beginning."

"Clam?"

"I said at the beginning, I found out when you sneaked to wash the uniform." I really don't understand how many times Mary Jane and Harry Osborn have been rescued by Spiderman. Can't you find out that this young superhero is your close friend?Could it be set like this?

"Wow, that's unexpected." Peter laughed and coughed.

He was covered in blood, so I naturally wouldn't let him lie down on the bed, so I asked, "Where's your medical kit?" He was injured twice a day, so he must have prepared some common healing supplies.

"The innermost second floor of the closet."

Soon I brought the medical kit from his room, and Peter had obediently taken off his uniform, waiting for me to give him medicine.

Spider-Man is not very strong, but his self-healing ability is still good. Some wounds are slowly healing, but there are two deep scars on his back, which seem to be scratched by animal claws, which look quite scary .

I gave him the medicine in silence, and Peter told me what had happened.

Dr. Connor, the good friend that Peter mentioned, turned into a lizard that lost his mind under the action of Dr. Octopus. Peter dispatched tonight to prevent Connor from attacking the citizens. Unexpectedly, Peter took Connor as a Friends, Connor, who has been eroded by drugs, no longer recognizes his relatives.

Peter looked guilty: "I should have saved him, Dr. Connor is a very good man."

I could only curl my lips: "Yes, what a noble sense of mission."

Peter leaned against my bed and looked at the photo beside my bed: "This is Uncle Ben, your father taught me that with great power comes great responsibility."

I stopped what I was doing in an instant, and my face turned blue. Peter froze for a moment, and then reached out to touch me.

I dodged his hand, packed the medical kit and threw it aside, ignored the injured Spider-Man, and lay down to sleep with my back to Peter.

Peter still wanted to explain something: "Alan, I didn't mean to..."

"Don't mention Ben to me."

"what?"

"Don't mention this to me again."

After a long silence, I felt someone sit on the edge of my bed.

"Alan, I don't want to move anymore, can I sleep on your side?"

"..."

"If you don't make a sound, it will be assumed that you agree?"

Peter didn't have to wait long, he lay down quickly, and soon fell asleep breathing steadily.

He is a fool.

【Little Theater: The Little Man on the Shoulder】

In this world, there are two villains with two heads sitting on everyone's shoulders. One of them is a little devil and the other is a little angel. Most people can't see them, but they can only hear them occasionally when they are struggling with how to choose. suggestion.Of course, some people will hear their voices more frequently, such as Peter Parker, such as Wade Wilson.

Suddenly one day, Peter found that he could see the little people on his shoulders, and he seemed to be able to see the little people on other people's shoulders—most people had two, and some very complicated people had three or more. More villains.

But Peter saw that there was not a small person on someone's shoulder.

Alan Parker, why is the little man on your shoulder missing?

Allen scratched his head, expressing that he did not understand what Peter was asking.

In the labyrinth of memory, the two villains who carried all the joys and all the sorrows have not yet come out.