Comic: Becoming a Phantom Thief to Steal Hearts

"What did that mean before, Butt?" Thompson pressed Peter's face to the table.

"Uh……"

Peter's face was almost twisted, and the glasses on his face fell to the ground.

"You actually dared to refute me before, you are really brave, you are just a nerd." Thompson said contemptuously, "Speaking of which, the new transfer student also looks like a weakling. No wonder you dared to talk to me. Sometimes you refute me, but..."

Thompson strengthened his hands and showed a ferocious smile, "Before you become a hero, think about what you are, trash."

"When you say...others...are rubbish...you should first...look at...yourself..."

Peter said with difficulty, with physiological moisture in his brown eyes and a determination not to admit defeat.

"Hey - you really dare to say that." Thompson let go of his hand and stepped on Peter's body as he slid to the ground.

"It seems you still don't understand who is the boss of this school."

"Boss? Is it just you?"

Peter's resilience made Thompson's eyes flash with impatience.

Every time, every time, it's like this, whether it's Peter or... she, she denies him every time. Why on earth is he not good enough!

It's just the envy, jealousy and hatred of the weak towards the strong!

Looking at the lunch box Peter put on the table, Thompson's lips curved cruelly.

"That's the lunch box your aunt made for you, right?" Thompson picked up the lunch box on the table, opened it and looked at it, "It's really rich. Your aunt must love you quite a lot. She's obviously just a parasitic in her own home. of waste.”

"Asshole! You know what the hell!" Peter struggled, his eyes flashing with fire.

"Yes, yes, since your aunt loves you so much, then..." Thompson began to tilt the bento in his hand, and the warm soup dripped down, followed by the food, "Just enjoy your aunt's love."

"What are you doing!"

Lucas, who had just returned to the classroom, happened to see Thompson pouring food on Peter and asked.

Thompson threw away the box in his hand and turned to look at Lucas, who pursed his lips and suppressed his anger, "Ah, isn't this a transfer student... It looks like you are very dissatisfied, ha, another nerd."

He spread his hands and said, "As you can see, I am teaching a little lesson to those who disobey me."

Thompson lifted his foot that was on Peter and walked slowly in front of Lucas. His strong figure and well-defined muscles were enough to keep Lucas in the shadows.

"If you want to spend three good years in this school, just stay there and don't become the next one."

After saying that, Thompson walked past Lucas and bumped him hard on the shoulder, causing Lucas to stumble.

Lucas held his aching shoulder, looked at Thompson's back with a sullen face, and clenched his fists fiercely.

damn it! No matter where you go, you can't get out of this situation!

"Uh...uh..." Peter groaned in pain as he fell to the ground.

"Peter." Lucas came to his senses, quickly turned around and ran to Peter's side, helping him up.

Thompson poured all the lunch that May had cooked for Peter onto his body. Both the slightly curly brown hair that day and the school uniform were all stained with the greasy food.

Seeing Peter like this, Lucas's blue eyes deepened under his lenses.

"I...should come back soon."

"It's not your fault." Even though he was covered in dirt, Peter still smiled at Lucas, "If you come back, there will be one more person to be beaten. If there is one less person to bear this kind of bad luck, it will be less." Alone."

Looking at Peter's face, Lucas's eyes widened slightly. After a while, he said awkwardly: "...Are you an idiot? That guy gave you trouble because you spoke for me this morning. Really? It doesn’t have to be like this.”

"Ah..." Peter opened his mouth, looking a little dazed, "This is the first time..."

"Huh?" Lucas made a confused voice.

"This is the first time I've heard you talk so much," Peter said.

"...Is this the point?" Lucas said speechlessly.

"Things have happened, so don't worry about whose responsibility it is." Peter looked at his clothes and the soup-covered ground in annoyance, "Let's clean up now. We have to go to class in the afternoon, Lucas. Will you help?"

"of course."

Peter went to the bathroom to deal with his clothes, while Lucas took a mop to clean up the soup on the floor. By the time the two of them finished their work, the lunch break was already halfway over.

"Fortunately, everyone is not in the classroom during lunch break, otherwise we would be in trouble." Peter sighed as he leaned against the wall of the rooftop and changed his clothes.

Lucas broke half of the bread he just bought and gave it to Peter, "Here you go."

"Thank you." Peter took it, "I was worried that I would be hungry, thanks to you."

"Isn't this the first time you've been treated like this? Does everyone turn a blind eye?" Lucas couldn't help but ask.

When asked this question, Peter pursed his lips, "Well...every school has it. People who are bullied by school bullies may have seen it but turned a blind eye because...they don't want to be the next one." The person being targeted.”

"But... in fact, this is wrong." Lucas whispered, "No matter how much you endure, these people will only go further and further."

These guys have no idea what is enough, and will only continue to oppress the weak in order to obtain more spiritual and material satisfaction. No one understands this better than Lucas.

"You're right, but..." Peter showed a wry smile, "That guy Thompson not only has good grades, but is also a core member of the rugby club. In the previous rugby league, he only lost to Gotham High School's Victor by one point. His future is Wuliang, my family is very rich, and my teachers turn a blind eye..."

"This is not a reason for him to bully you."

"Of course, I feel the same way." Peter nodded, lowered his head and said in frustration: "It's just that we don't have the ability to resist him."

"Damn it!" Peter hammered the wall hard, and the hair on his forehead blocked his face, "I'm really unwilling..."

How could Peter be willing to be treated like this, but since he had no ability to resist, he could not change Thompson's own mind.

"I've shown you how embarrassed you are..."

"I told you it's not your fault." Lucas covered his head.

He felt that he and Peter were talking several times more than usual.

"In short, I will not give in." Peter raised his head and clenched his fists, "I will never give in to Thompson no matter what! Absolutely!"

As soon as Peter finished speaking, the school bell rang.

"Ah ah ah, I forgot the time! Let's go quickly!" Peter quickly took Lucas's hand and ran to the classroom.

"Wait...wait a minute." Lucas staggered and was dragged away by Peter, "He's running too fast!!!"

The two teenagers ran through the corridor like a storm.

"Ah, that's..." The blond girl looked out the window with her chin in her hands and raised her eyebrows.

Fortunately, this was the first class in the afternoon. The two came back in time. The teacher didn't come so quickly. They hurried back to their seats.

"Hmph." Thompson, who was in the last seat, looked up at the two of them and snorted coldly.

Although he is not very good at communication, Lucas is quite talented in learning, and he has already mastered the knowledge in textbooks.

Lucas was spinning his pen while silently thinking about what happened at noon.

Although this was the first day he got along with Peter, and he had always disliked Peter's talkativeness in his heart, when he saw Thompson bullying Peter like this, he still felt angry, not just the pure sense of justice. , especially because he saw his own shadow in Peter.

It was like this in Gotham Middle School, the same top students, the same ones being targeted, the same ones who didn't want to give in to the violent bastards on campus.

But the difference is that unlike Tim, he can prevent what happens to Peter, just like Peter himself said.

I'm really not reconciled...

"Snapped"

The pen in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.

The small sound did not attract anyone's attention. Lucas bent down and silently picked up the pen.

We have to find a way. Absolutely, absolutely we can't become like Gotham High School again!

"Beep beep beep"

The school bell rang. Lucas cleared the table, put the books in his backpack, and looked at Peter, "Have you joined a club?"

Peter blinked, "Does it count if you go home to the club?"

"Pfft..." Lucas suppressed a laugh, "Isn't this just because there is no club?"

"That sounds nice." Peter said with a smile, carrying his backpack, "Let's go home together."

"Ah."

Lucas walked side by side with Peter and walked out of the gate of Midtown Middle School.

On the way home, Lucas said: "Speaking of which, why are you being targeted by Thompson?"

"Ah...this..." Peter scratched his head, a blush appeared on his fair face, "that...it's because of Gwen."

"Huh? Who?" Lucas asked doubtfully.

Peter was stunned, "Yes, you don't know Gwen. She is the school beauty of our school and a member of the ballet club. She and I have known each other since elementary school, and we were in the same class in junior high school. At that time, Harry and we were not The one from Harry Potter."

With Lucas's "I don't think so" in the background, Peter continued: "In short, the three of us are best friends, and I know that among the two of them, I am the most ordinary person, neither outstanding." Because of my appearance and lack of superior family background, Thompson, who also grew up with us, has always looked down on me."

"I'm just jealous, jealous that you have such good friends." Lucas said lightly.

"Maybe? After Harry went to study in Europe, Thompson began to harass me and Gwen." Peter lowered his eyes, "In order not to injure Gwen, I took the initiative to alienate her."

"Isn't this just... playing into his hands?"

"More than this, I don't want Gwen to be implicated by me." Peter shook his head.

"In the final analysis, he is just a scumbag who bullies the weak and fears the strong." Lucas muttered.

"In the final analysis, I am not strong enough, so I can only use this method to protect Gwen." Peter said.

Lucas turned to look at Peter. When he mentioned the girl's name, the look on his face was different.

"Do you... like that girl named Gwen?"

"Huh?!" Peter, who was suddenly called out, jumped up and waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, no... it's nothing!"

"Really?" Lucas looked at Peter suspiciously, "Your face is so red that you don't look good."

"Yes...really?" Peter raised his hand and felt the temperature of his face with the back of his hand. It was indeed very hot.

Now I can't hide it anymore.

Peter was immediately discouraged, "Is it so obvious?"

"Well, obviously," Lucas said bluntly.

"Ahaha." Peter smiled awkwardly.

While chatting, they had already returned to the door of their house.

"We're home." Lucas waved, "See you tomorrow."

"Well, let's go to school together tomorrow." Peter opened the door and looked at Lucas.

"it is good."

After mixing himself a simple bowl of vegetable and fruit salad and finishing his school homework, Lucas finally had time to clean the rest of the house, but he still had to take his time.

"It's really dirty. How long has this place been unoccupied?" Lucas complained as he opened a room, and the dust that came in front of him made him cough.

Just as he raised his arm to cough, a strange movement in the room suddenly alerted Lucas.

"Who? Who is where?!"

He saw a small shadow flash across the dark room, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

At this time, Lucas once again remembered what May had told him about the house being haunted.

"No way……"

Lucas clenched the broom in his hand, took a cautious step forward, and then turned on the light in this room at lightning speed.

The whole room suddenly lit up, and you could clearly see the whole room. It was probably a utility room, and you could see many boxes stacked inside. From several open boxes, you could see that they were full of old CDs and old books. , there is nothing wrong with it.

Lucas squatted down and took out a book from the box, "Les Misérables, a world famous book."

He looked at the covers of several more books, not only famous classics, but also some magazines, and even the famous "Playboy".

Lucas looked away from the white cover and couldn't help but rub his temples, "It seems I have to find time to clean this room."

He walked a few steps and came to the window where he had just seen the black shadow. He could feel a hint of cool air. He opened the curtains and saw that the window was not closed.

It seems that I am overthinking it.

Lucas closed the window and left the utility room.

Lying on the bed, my phone vibrated again.

[Drake: How was your first day at a new school? ]

It's Tim.

Lucas smiled and tapped the screen.

[Lucas: Not bad, I made new friends.

Drake: Sounds good.

Drake: I’m pretty busy here.

Drake: After returning to school, I’m still a little uncomfortable without you.

Lucas: Yeah, me too.

Lucas: What happened before...thank you.

Drake:?

Drake: What do you mean?

Lucas: Nothing.

Lucas: Anyway, thank you, it’s great to have you. :)]

"Why did you suddenly say such things?" In the dark room, his fingers stopped on the keyboard for a long time without moving. "What happened? No, I have to check."

Tim didn't reply. Lucas yawned, closed the chat window, and frowned when he saw the strange software again.

The app you deleted last night came back unknowingly? Could it be that he really had a virus?

Lucas deleted this inexplicable APP again and restarted his phone.

Drowsily, he gradually closed his eyes.