I am not Spider-Man because I am parasitized by an alien!

"Whoa! Whoa!"

Forest Hills, Parker's house.

The fallen leaves in the courtyard were swept together by the broom, raising a slight dust.

Peter and Uncle Ben were cleaning fallen leaves together.

The weather is getting cooler, and there are more fallen leaves in the yard.

"We've been spending a lot lately, and the bills have started to pile up. Anna, I didn't expect them to be so expensive."

In the kitchen, Aunt May was on the phone with her best friend.

She closed the refrigerator door with a bang, holding her cell phone in her left hand and a long bill in her right hand.

"I know, we're already using credit cards, but it's not a long-term solution and maybe I'll have to find a new job."

Aunt Mei hung up the phone with a headache and put the bill on the dining table.

Family expenses give her a headache.

She was already thinking about finding a job.

Peter in the courtyard heard Aunt May's voice on the phone.

Under the influence of the alien gene, his hearing is different from ordinary people.

Even though they were several meters away and separated by walls, Aunt Mei's voice was still clearly captured by him.

He frowned when he heard Aunt Mei worrying about family expenses.

In his hand, he had a sum of dollars stolen from the Hand.

But how to make Aunt Mei and Uncle Ben accept it is a more troublesome problem.

"You really don't feel uncomfortable? Peter."

He was thinking about how to get the two of them to accept the money, when Uncle Ben's voice suddenly interrupted his thinking.

Uncle Ben swept away the last fallen leaves, raised his head and said to Peter, "Your face looked a little bad in the church yesterday."

"I'm fine, Uncle Ben. I'm just having trouble breathing. Maybe the air there is too oppressive."

Peter found a random excuse to excuse Uncle Ben.

Yesterday, he was discovered by Gwen in the hospital. Although he wanted to hide it, under Gwen's pressure, he could only use the excuse of "early tumor" to explain it.

Now he doesn't want what happened in the hospital yesterday to happen again to Uncle Ben, so he can only continue to tell white lies.

"Well, maybe what happened in school had a big impact on you."

Uncle Ben sighed slightly and said, "None of us want to see such a tragedy happen."

"Need a break?"

After being silent for a while, Uncle Ben put down his broom and walked towards Peter and asked.

"My physical strength is not that bad, Uncle Ben."

"hehe."

Uncle Ben smiled, sat on the steps of the nearby storage room, and stretched.

"That's because Uncle Ben's physical strength is a little weak. I suddenly remembered a funny story, Peter."

"uh-huh."

Peter stopped sweeping the fallen leaves and made a gesture of listening.

"When I was older, I hated raking leaves. I would rather spend my time painting model trains. Then one day, an idea occurred to me."

Uncle Ben paused. "If everyone around here asked me to sweep up fallen leaves, I would have enough money to buy a train."

Peter nodded, "That's a good idea."

Unfortunately, I am neither able nor have the leisure to make money as a cleaner.

Besides, Aunt May and Uncle Ben would never believe that their nephew could earn tens of thousands of dollars by sweeping fallen leaves.

"What I'm trying to say is, Peter."

Uncle Ben smiled and continued to say to Peter: "Sometimes labor may inspire you to come up with new ideas."

"Good idea, Uncle Ben."

Peter was noncommittal, nodded slightly towards Uncle Ben, and then continued to sweep the fallen leaves.

Although I didn't tell Uncle Ben anything, he always seemed to be able to see through my thoughts.

"Ten thousand yuan?!"

Looking at the pile of green dollar bills in front of him, Peter froze on the spot.

He was indeed thinking about money, but he didn't expect it to be in this way.

The location was the Sunshine Cafe near Presbyterian Hospital, and the time was evening.

Peter had just finished cleaning up the fallen leaves when he received a call from Gwen, saying that he was invited to drink coffee.

As a result, as soon as he sat down, Gwen handed him a wad of U.S. dollars.

"Sorry, Peter, my original plan was to raise more, but I ran out of time."

Gwen said apologetically.

She originally wanted to borrow 50,000 yuan from her father.

But Father George Stacey, who didn't know what she wanted to do, only took out 10,000 yuan in the end.

Even if it is 10,000 yuan, it is still a large amount for a middle-class family.

"Gwen, I...don't need this."

Peter, who was touched in his heart, slowly raised his head and said to Gwen: "I can solve it myself."

"We're both in high school, Peter."

Gwen bit her lip and said, "Even if you help your neighbors sweep fallen leaves or work as a newspaper boy, you won't be able to make much money, not to mention you haven't told Uncle Ben and the others about your situation."

At this time, the pale yellow sunlight shines through the curtains as thin as gauze.

The diluted sunlight shone on Gwen's blond hair, shining brightly.

Peter looked at the girl in front of him and suddenly felt that maybe he was wrong to deceive this girl.

But this thought was wiped out of his mind in an instant.

"No matter what, I want to help you, Peter."

Perhaps because she was afraid that Peter would not accept the money she borrowed from her father, Gwen said sincerely: "Maybe you will think this money is important, but it is not important at all to me."

Gwen stared down at the food on the plate. She had the urge to cry, but she held it back.

"When I was chased by the Hand and wanted to jump off the building, you caught me at the other end of the rooftop; when I was attacked by Frank, you blocked me from behind. Maybe you think it's nothing, but it's very important to me. If there is anything that cannot be measured, then this is it."

Take a deep breath, Gwen raised her head and said to Peter: "Compared to what you did to me, this little money is not important at all."

Listening to Gwen's words, Peter was silent for a few seconds.

After a while, he smiled at Gwen, "Thank you, Gwen."

"Are you willing?"

Gwen asked with hope in her heart.

"Well, even if I lend it to you, I promise you that I will be safe and sound, and I will return the money to you soon."

The string in Peter's mind that was tense because of the alien embryo suddenly loosened.

The heart that had been full of anxiety could not help but relax.

"You haven't eaten yet? I'll treat you."

Peter called the waiter and started to order food.

Seeing that Peter was willing to accept her money, Gwen's mood brightened up and she began to happily order food.

She stuffed the toast covered with maple syrup into her mouth.

"Do you always eat like this, Gwen?"

Peter looked at Gwen with an expression that was like watching a big python swallowing the pet cat next door.

Gwen's mouth swelled up like a hamster's, and she reluctantly replied, "What?"

"I'm talking about your eating style. Every time you eat, you look very unique."