foreigner's journey

Chapter 1195 Oh, cluck, cluck, cluck! Robbery!
The following week seemed uneventful.

Ned really seemed to be just a weakling as Gwen Stacy said, and apart from the conflict in the restaurant on the first day, he never harassed Peter and Heather again.

And the 'Lightning' Flash, whom Peter has always been afraid of, has been busy with the football team's games and training and has no time to pay attention to the insignificant Peter and the equally insignificant nerdy transfer student.

This made Peter keep telling Heather that this was the most peaceful week he had since first grade.

This week also allowed Heather to begin to integrate into the third-year study life at Central City High School.

The class divisions among students here are not as severe as in Connecticut, but they are clearly divided into small groups.

Ned and his lackeys are nicknamed the Devil Gang. Most of them are members of the basketball team and are among the most hated people in the school.

Lightning Flash is the leader of the football team. By the way, the football team of Midtown High School is invincible in the joint school competition in Queens, and its popularity far exceeds that of the Midtown High School basketball team.

In addition, there is Harry Osborn, whose rich and powerful father not only brings him a comfortable and wealthy life, but also a large group of like-minded rich second-generation friends.

These are the groups at the top of the food chain at Midtown High School, and below them are the middle and lower class students who are at their mercy, and those ordinary students vent their dissatisfaction and pressure on the nerds and weirdos at the bottom.

Nerds like Peter Parker and Heather, who have no money, no athletic ability and only know how to study, are at the bottom of the high school food chain.

A complete food chain, but there are always exceptions.

Gwen Stacy, who was always in the top three in her grade, should have been the target of bullying in the girls' group. But she was not bullied at all, and she thrived in the group.

She is beautiful, a ballet dancer, smart, can't get high without taking drugs, and a drummer in a rock band...almost all the compliments are given to her.

Even though Gwen is a little cold to others and has never been in a relationship, it does not prevent her from being incredibly popular.

In addition, Gwen's father, George, is a righteous, shrewd and capable police chief of the New York Police Department. The education she received from childhood to adulthood has given her a strong sense of justice and courage that are rare among girls of the same age.

Gwen, who is at the top of the high school food chain, can be said to be a star at Midtown High School. Even school bullies like Ned are unwilling to mess with her.

Her mother died unexpectedly three years ago. Normally, such a family change would make most children become eccentric or introverted, but Gwen worked harder.

Instead of giving up on herself like Heather, she almost exiled herself from all her social relationships and came from Connecticut to New York to become a poor student living under the care of others.

There is no harm without comparison.

People always subconsciously pursue better things that they cannot achieve.

Heather had to admit, Gwen Stacy was the most special girl he had ever met.

"…Hey! Hey! Heather!"

Heather came to her senses and found Peter waving his hand in front of her:
"Why are you suddenly in a daze?"

The salesgirl behind the counter asked impatiently while chewing gum, "Are you still buying?"

"Yes, and give him a roast beef sandwich, too. Put more sauce on it, and give him some bell pepper rings, too."

Peter excitedly took out the crumpled bills and put them on the counter.

He was not the kind of person who liked to take advantage of others, especially since Heather was a good friend who was particularly fond of him, so he could not feel at ease taking advantage of Heather.

This week, Heather treated herself to a Swiss pepper grilled meat roll and a panda Chinese meal, which Peter remembered. After waiting for Uncle Ben to give him pocket money, Peter couldn't wait to take Heather to the most famous bakery nearby as soon as school was over.

The two walked out of the bakery with their sandwiches. It was almost evening.

The special sandwiches of this bakery are really something. The beef is roasted tender and juicy, the homemade sauce with yellow mustard is fragrant, and there are pickled bell pepper rings and slightly crispy onion rings. The bread is also spread with butter and fried in a frying pan until it is crispy and soft.

Peter ate with great enthusiasm, with sauce all over the corners of his mouth. Heather, of course, didn't eat as badly as he did, but chewed slowly, mouthful by mouthful.

"Speaking of which, I've been having an illusion lately..."

Very rarely, Heather took the initiative to talk to Peter.

Peter knew that his new buddy was aloof and didn't pay much attention to anything, which was why he was even more curious about what the illusion Heather was talking about was:
"What illusion?"

"Recently, I always feel like someone is secretly watching me."

Hearing Heather's words, Peter showed an expression of sudden enlightenment: "Yes, I feel the same way every time I see Mary Jane."

Heather glanced at Peter and thought to herself, "That's not an illusion. Every time you spy on Mary Jane, Jessica Jones is also spying on you with the same eyes."

Peter grinned and poked Heather in the ribs with his elbow. "Are you serious? Is this a priest from somewhere? This is not right. You are too old."

"If Aunt May hears this, she'll beat you up."

Heather sneered twice, then hesitated:
"It's not that people around me are watching me, but... how should I put it, it's like the eyes from the sky are staring at me. It's like a psychopath staring at me, even when I'm taking a shower or sleeping."

Peter gasped and said, "Brother, who have you offended? Is there someone using a drone hovering in the sky to spy on you 24 hours a day? But you don't have the capital to do that."

This is true. Heather has an ordinary appearance and wears a pair of ugly glasses. Her black hair is not very fashionable and curled over her ears. She exudes a nerdy aura from the inside out.

"No, you don't understand that feeling. It's like...hiss! Here it comes again!"

This time Heather's face froze slightly. He vaguely felt that not only in the sky, but also around him, there seemed to be many eyes looking at him. He quickly gave Peter a look, and Peter saw this and held a half-eaten sandwich in front of him as a cover, and looked around furtively, but he didn't find anyone looking at Heather at all.

Is it because my buddy studies too hard that he has brain problems?

Seeing Peter shaking his head at her, Heather could only take him quickly to an empty alley with a trash can.

"Dude, no one is really looking at you. I know that people like us who are unknown want to attract attention, but your illusion is too..."

"No, there must be someone. And this time there's more than one person, there are others."

"Ah? Do you still bring a group for this kind of thing?"

Just as the two were arguing in low voices, a clanging sound suddenly came from the end of the alley.

Peter and Heather turned their heads to look over, trying not to see any American features.

Unexpectedly, the person who knocked over the trash can at the end of the alley was not the imagined hooded black gang, but a strange figure.

He was a man who was over two meters tall and had an extremely sturdy and strong body. His black hair was draped behind him like a beast's mane, and his floral shirt was open, revealing his extremely strong muscles. One could even see the scaly tattoos from his left shoulder to his left arm.

The strangest thing is that this burly man has a huge horn decoration on each side of his head.

The man was seen stealthily holding the trash can and seemed to be saying something to the darkness at the corner at the end of the alley. Then his face froze and he slowly turned his head to look at Heather.

Seeing this strong man, Peter and Heather both felt uneasy. This guy was obviously not a pushover. His muscles were so strong that he could kill a cow with one punch. How could their small bodies withstand the beating?

The burly man looked at Heather and Peter from across the alley, cleared his throat, and laughed:
"Oh cuckoo! Robbery!"

　PS: I am too lazy to submit the 4th chapter. The editor has been letting me go for more than a year or two. So I'll leave it at that.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)