Superman is my primary school classmate

"Excuse me, please let me go."

Clark is holding three extra-large snack buckets, which are found in every movie theater. The family buckets are filled with popcorn, raisins, French fries and jelly beans. A dozen drinks.

Carrying a heavy burden and struggling with the shoulder-to-elbow flow of people in front of you, people have the illusion that all the people in New York have appeared in this theater.

Not only did he take care not to spill the things in his hands, but he also paid attention to the little hairy people who shuttled under his feet. Their sharp laughter ignited the atmosphere here at once.While queuing up, parents anxiously called out their children's names to keep them from running around.

In the depths of the theater, which should have been quiet and silent booths, yelling and shouting came from across the curtain, and the annoyed couple and the elderly couple sitting aside angrily slapped the table and left.

"Upper right corner! There's someone there!"

The boys gathered together and played games online, while the girls sat quietly in the corner and chatted quietly.

Logan and Scott also had a rare moment of no confrontation at this time. They seemed to be chatting peacefully and discussing future work arrangements.

Sean walked out of the booth first, greeted him with a smile, took the things in Clark's hand, and distributed the drinks to everyone present.

"Tsk, I lost again."

The brown-haired, curly-haired man stared at the big death on the screen, curled his lips and threw the phone to someone else, "I don't want to play anymore."

I stretched out my hand to grab it in the temporary bucket, and felt that the touch was not right. I opened my palm and looked, and immediately frowned, as if someone owed him money, and said, "Didn't I say that I don't want to put raisins, I'm deaf!"

All the fire in the game was poured on Clark, and Clark was helpless.

But the companion at the side couldn't stand it anymore, and slapped the curly-haired man on the back of the head, "You are the one who has the most trouble." He grabbed a handful of raisins and stuffed them into the curly-haired man's mouth, "Shut up and eat yours." Bar."

"Bah bah bah."

The curly-haired man was about to burst into tears, and wiped his tongue vigorously, "Greck! What the hell are you doing! It's disgusting."

Greg shrugged, threw a raisin, purposely approached his face, and made a chewing sound forcefully, "What? I didn't hear clearly."

The sticky sound made the curly-haired man get goosebumps all over his body, and he waved vigorously to drive Greg away from him, "Disgusting!!!"

"Giggle."

The girl in the corner covered her mouth, as if she was laughing at the two of them, the curly-haired man didn't know, or she was just laughing at himself, and turned her head away in embarrassment.

Greg suddenly covered his mouth in disbelief, and said in surprise, "Santo, you should really look at yourself, you're just as coy as a little girl now."

These words immediately caused laughter from everyone present.

Santo turned his head sharply and stared at Greg angrily.

Greg said, "Hee hee, look at what I'm doing, I'm not wrong—oh, wait, Santo, control your temper—"

Santo's curly hair seemed to turn into steel needles reflecting the cold light. Santo held back his energy and shot the steel needles in the direction where Greg was escaping.

"Help! I was wrong! Santo, don't you be afraid of becoming bald!!!"

In the end, it was Logan who grabbed Santo and Greg by the back collars and lifted them up into the air, which stopped the farce.

Scattered people entered the venue one after another, and the ticket inspector was collecting tickets at the door. When he looked up to see Scott, he was puzzled, but adhering to the excellent quality of the service industry, he still reminded him gently and pleasantly, "Sir, the interior of the theater is dark, and you must wear sunglasses." It is likely to block your sight, make it inconvenient to walk, and affect your personal safety."

"laugh--"

Someone snickered behind, Scott cast a cold look, "No, I like it."

"Um..." The ticket inspector was stunned, but he was not surprised by the sight. There are millions of customers, and there are always one or two strange ones.

Scott walked into the theater with his sunglasses on, not caring about the strange eyes of others.

The little girl sitting next to Scott whispered, "Mom, there is a strange uncle wearing sunglasses sitting next to me. I'm so scared. Mom, mom, can I change seats with you—"

Scott was silent: "..."

The girl's mother smiled apologetically at Scott and his group, "Children are not sensible, so don't meet her."

"Didi, you apologize to this uncle. Uncle is blind and can't see the picture of the movie, but he can still hear it. Although you didn't mean to say uncle, but uncle listens to it in your heart, wouldn't it be very sad?"

"Pfft."

Logan gloated, and the students turned their heads and couldn't bear to look directly.

The little girl tilted her head and blinked, "Uncle... I'm sorry..."

Scott gritted his teeth and kept smiling: "...it's okay."

"boom--"

The dome light was turned off, the theater was dark, and a majestic mountain peak appeared on the screen, with the big characters of the studio on it, and the movie began to play.

"Hey hey hey."

"Hush—Ned, don't laugh."

Someone whispered in the back row, causing Sean to look back.

It was two children, one of them was a chubby and honest Asian kid, trying to cover his mouth to keep himself from laughing, but he could still hear his muffled voice through the fingers of his hands, "I... try my best..."

"Everyone heard it."

"Peter, that uncle is so pitiful, he speaks like a child, scoff—"

Peter Parker said, "You know how poor it is, and that always pokes people where it hurts."

"It's not a sore spot." Ned scratched his head, "But the problem is that uncle isn't blind either."

Although Parker said that he accompanied Ned to watch the movie, but now he was so engrossed in his mobile phone that he kept sending messages to people, so he couldn't pay attention to others.

He said perfunctorily, "Oh, is it?"

"That's right." Ned nodded and said confidently, "Isn't that right, when I laughed, the uncle would stare at me, with such big white eyes, I could see them clearly through the sunglasses."

Parker: "..."

Scott: "..."

Sean: "..."

Sean Black Line, are all high school students so big-minded now?

"Shh-!"

The two male high school students finally provoked accusations one after another from the people around them, they obediently shut their mouths, and watched the whole movie quietly.

Parker also thought that this was just one of the episodes, but he didn't expect that the high school student would catch up after he left the door.

"Mr. Canave!"

Sean looked around several times before he was sure, "Me?"

"Peter Parker." He smiled shyly, "I met you when I was an intern at the Metropolis."

"Internship?" Sean looked at Parker suspiciously. He remembered that their family didn't seem to employ child labor. Could it be that he was wrong, this guy is not good for his appearance, and he is already in his thirties?

"Our chemistry teacher gave me an internal referral. Last summer, I visited and practiced in the factory."

"Oh--"

Xiao En seemed to realize something, but he didn't actually think of anything. After all, the distance was too far away. He only remembered that he was directly arrested and taken to supervise the work, and locked in a remote construction site in the outer suburbs. He was not released until school started.

"Well, what's the matter?"

The others were still waiting to go to dinner together, Xiao En stared at the thin male high school student in front of him and told him to make a long story short.

Parker cleared his throat, "I'm an intern at The Horn, and our newspaper has always wanted to contact your father for an interview. So I want to ask you if my father has time to participate in the interview."

"The span of your internship industry is large enough."

Parker took it as a compliment, "Experience life, and accumulate experience for future work."

However, Sean is really in a dilemma. Everyone must know what happened to his father recently. At this time, a newspaper interview may disturb Brandy, so it is not a good choice.

He declined politely, "Father is recuperating recently, so it's inconvenient to see guests."

"It's okay." It was so obvious, but Parker didn't seem to understand the hidden meaning, "We can come to visit again when the husband is well. In this way, is it convenient for you to leave a phone number? I can contact you in the future."

Peter looked at Sean pitifully with his sincere eyes, as if if Sean didn't agree, he would be kicked out by the boss immediately.

In the end, Sean and Parker exchanged contact information.

Parker satisfactorily added and followed Sean's social account, and only waved goodbye to Sean happily when he saw that the two showed that they were mutual friends.

"Hey, why didn't I know you were an intern at a newspaper?" Ned said with an expression on his face, 'I know everything, don't try to lie to me', and said: "Also, last summer we participated in a youth robot competition together in France !"

Parker walked ahead, "Ned, you know, we can't always be together, and I have my own private space."

Ned seemed to have heard something shocking, "Private space?! What did you do behind my back!"

Parker stared at the sky speechlessly, not knowing what to say.

Ned's little brain began to make up his mind desperately, "I guessed it!"

"what?"

"Is it Mr. Stark!"

My friend had been an intern at the Stark Group before, and as a Spider-Man, he punished evil and promoted good. Although the internship ended later, he still maintained close contact with Mr. Stark.

Parker pushed away Ned's big face and prevaricated, "That's right, that's what Mr. Stark told me to do."

That would be interesting. Ned rubbed his two-tiered chin and thought about it. His eyes widened suddenly, and he clasped his fists and clapped his hands. "Isn't that guy just a big villain?"

"...You can say the same thing."

Ned began to worry about his friend's comfort, and complained in his heart why he always left this kind of thing to a child, and asked enthusiastically, "Peter, if you want me to help you, please tell me that you want to blackmail me." Enter that person's mobile phone, and monitor it 24 hours a day. Who am I, your good friend!"

Parker snorted, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and replied indiscriminately: "It's not so exaggerated."

The phone screen flickered and a new message popped up.

"From: Tony

I tell you what to do with this child, don't ask too much, I can handle things at work myself.Little devil, do your homework obediently. I don't want me to give out bonuses when school starts. If you are not on the personnel list, you will look good. "