Nuan Nuan Saves the World [Comprehensive British and American]

What are the consequences of staying up late to work? I believe that whether it is Mr. Tony Stark on the left who can hardly keep his eyes open, or Mr. Bruce Wayne on the right with a sluggish face and an ugly face, they will be excellent negative teaching materials.

Sure enough, I slept for two hours and didn't get woken up, so I might as well stay up all night to feel refreshed.

Tony tried his best to restrain the urge to yawn again. The genius brain he is proud of is now as if it is blocked by thousands of tons of cement, and every cell is in it like his eyelids that are almost glued Screaming longing for a peaceful sleep without any interruptions.

He believed that Bruce was not much better beside him. Although that guy was always good at disguising and seemed to have no clue at all, as long as he paid a little attention to the frequency of Bruce's blinking and his reaction speed when talking, he could find that his attention had long been I don't know which corner I drifted to, and my mind was so distracted that it didn't seem like Bruce should be in the state.

This made Tony couldn't help but sincerely greet the government officials who had a brain hole and had to come to the door at this time, and even began to wonder if they knew that he was mentally depressed all night yesterday, so they came here to see if they could take advantage of it. A little cheap.

Maybe Tony Stark, who was so sleepy, had a brain hole and agreed to share some technical secrets with the military.

It's a pity that the playboys also have their own set of coping plans in this situation, and it's not the first time they face a situation where they are in a bad state and have to deal with it with all their strength.

Bruce leaned on the sofa with a bored expression. Tony rolled his eyes without any scruples, fully showing the opposite government officials who were trying to dig a hole for them with every sentence In the case of insufficiency, he can act willfully and recklessly. How bad is his temper?

Oh, of course they didn't do anything disrespectful to be caught. They just stepped on the bottom line of every sentence without any mistakes, and they could divert the topic to the Mariana Trench anytime and anywhere. Being able to pick people up from head to toe to get angry has no place to vent, so I can only gnash my teeth and curse these two vicious and arrogant playboys in my heart.

But Tony and Bruce are not good boys and good students. When they want to be cute, no one can refuse them, and when they want to quickly end the topic and refuse to communicate, there may be no one in the world who can be better than them. It's even more annoying.

They just have this ability to make the most seasoned politicians unable to get on the topic with a stiff face, and block the most smiling negotiators speechless and want to slam the door. It took them two full hours to rack their brains. The brain didn't make any progress, looking at the two young masters who were yawning and bored, they were full of anger and wasted the whole morning. The only conclusion was that Stark and Wayne were fucking unreasonable bastards.

As a result, the government officials all returned with stiff faces, and Tony and Bruce, who were holding the airs of the young master in the reception room, relaxed.

This is also very tiring, okay?

"It's finally gone." Tony didn't even bother to speak a worse tone, his voice was full of sleepiness, he opened his mouth and yawned a lot, and he almost fell asleep on the sofa in the reception room , forced himself to sit up by rubbing his face vigorously, and pushed Bruce beside him whose eyes had already begun to let go.

"Hey, you can do it like this..." Tony looked at Bruce and sighed after it took him two seconds to recover, "Forget it...Old Jia, arrange an empty room for him."

All kinds of things have been crowded together recently, and Gotham has been extraordinarily lively for some reason recently. Bruce is not in a state where he can go out normally. Tony doubts whether the other party will walk and walk. Go straight to sleep.

"Don't need me—"

"Just like this, I'm really sleepy to catch up on sleep. Next time, if those officials come so early, I'll just shut the door and prevent them from entering." Bruce's unfinished refusal was blocked by Tony's muttered complaints After putting it in his mouth, Tony waved his hands casually, stretched his waist, and walked out on his own, leaving Bruce, who was so sleepy that his mind was tied up, to take a few seconds to realize what happened.

"Mr. Wayne?" Jarvis asked aloud.

"...That's troublesome." Bruce rubbed his throbbing forehead, feeling that he needed a good night's sleep.The side effect of exhaustion made his head feel like a highway at rush hour, with all the thoughts jammed together and beeping the horn, even if he wanted to do something, he couldn't do anything, so sleepy he felt like The whole body was drooping like melted ice cream, and it took less than half a second for him to lie on the bed, and he had completely fallen into a dark dreamland.

He was really too tired, so tired that he couldn't even give birth to the vigilance that he always had a slight acknowledgment of the bed.

But at this moment, Bruce and Tony, who are enjoying the sleep time upside down day and night, are just the opposite. Peter wakes up from his dream covered in sweat.

It took him three seconds to regain his consciousness, as if he couldn't accept the reality, he pulled back the quilt and sneaked a look inside, and then his body bounced like an electric shock, and he lay down obediently, sluggish as if he had been hit by petrification magic, and fell silent to the ceiling After a long time, he rolled out of the bed and rushed into the toilet.

In theory, today should be a very good weekend. He tossed late into the night yesterday for the university application documents. He guessed that he would not be able to get up in the morning, so he asked Chris for half a day off.

So he could have had a good night's sleep until noon, slowly got up and had a meal, and then went to Chris's shop to report, instead of squatting in the toilet washing underwear at the early ten o'clock in the morning, wanting to cry without tears, wishing to find someone It's better to drill into the seam.

Peter is now sober and confused, desperately rubbing the "criminal evidence" he left on his underwear, his whole face wrinkled into a bun, and he doesn't know whether he should first worry about whether he likes Anjieka or Chris , or should I first worry about whether I really bent into a paper clip unconsciously.

Or should I first reprimand myself for looking at the bowl and thinking about the pot, I am simply a scumbag representative of the new era?

No no he really didn't want to step on two boats no no no no jika is indeed his goddess and he does seem to be a little bit wrong with Chris but ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! ! !

Peter was in so much pain that he wanted to bury his face in the sink and let it go. It would be better if he could also drain the water out of his mind, so that he wouldn’t be full of random thoughts that shouldn’t be in his head, wandering all the way to outer space, and tangling his thoughts into wool. The group couldn't figure it out at all.

This kind of entangled mood made it impossible for him to face Chris well. As soon as he saw the other person's face, his mind began to automatically replay some bad scenes that only existed in dreams and fantasies, which made him stay in his brain all afternoon. The short-circuit failure state of normal operation, the expression management is out of control, and from time to time, there will be that kind of smirk that people can't see at all.

Fortunately, there are not too many guests today, and there are no particularly difficult guests. Even if Peter is in a state of emptying his mind, he can receive him smoothly without any mistakes. Eyes tear away from Chris.

Even if it can't be torn off, at least... at least don't stick to the waistline and hipline all the time, thinking about it, Chris looked back at him several times, and definitely noticed something.

It sucks okay.

Peter was the first to condemn himself in his heart.

He was even a little horrified to find that he had accepted the fact that he had dreamed about Chris so quickly, without any psychological barrier.

This kind of peace of mind, which is as natural as finding out that there is no sandwich for breakfast and can only eat pasta, made him a little less calm.

Isn't this plot development a bit wrong?

Peter nestled in distress on the soft sofa in the staff lounge, rubbing the fluffy pillows. Before deciding whether he liked Anjieka or Chris, and whether he wanted to be a scumbag who stepped on two boats, he first I fell into the confusion of whether I am a natural bend.

After all, my own acceptance speed seems really not right. No matter what, normal people have to struggle for a while. Even the information he found on the Internet is all kinds of twists and turns. Xia finally bravely chose his true self-this kind of plot sounds very inspirational and touching, instead of him calming down in less than half an hour like going out to buy a cup of coffee and being agitated by sexual fantasies about men In the mood, while washing the underwear, washing the bed sheets, and eradicating the evidence, it is quite a bit...

Aftertaste.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! ! !

Peter frantically shook his head to clear out the images that had been played out in his head for most of the night and the whole morning, buried his face in the pillow and tilted to the side, almost falling off the sofa. After thinking about it for a long time, he patted Face sighed, and finally realized a painful fact belatedly.

In fact, no matter whether he is bent or not, and whether he likes Anjieka or Chris, the probability of him being able to successfully catch up with someone is infinitely close to zero.

No matter how you look at it, there is little hope.

QAQ.

To make matters worse, he didn't want to give up even though he knew the odds were slim.

This made his mind even more messy, and he still felt that his mind was full of water from morning to night.

Seeing Peter poking the peas one by one with his head down, his Uncle Ben and Aunt Mei exchanged glances, and after a brief eye contact, Aunt Mei spoke first, coughing softly, "Let the peas go, Peter!" , no matter how hard you poke them, they won’t disappear by themselves.”

Peter's hands froze, and he sincerely confessed to the messy dinner on the plate for three seconds, put down his fork and stood up, saying, "I'm a little tired." Showing a smile, "I'll go back to my room to rest for a while, today's dinner is delicious, next time I wish I could put more cheese!"

As he said this, he rushed back to the room, sat on the bed and struggled for a long time, and reached out to touch the phone on the table and decided to send Chris a good night message.

Although the hope is slim, it doesn't necessarily mean that there is no hope at all. People always have to live with some expectations. Maybe it will come true after a little effort.

With such an idea in mind, Peter lay down on the bed and edited a large paragraph of news in minutes. He was very self-motivated and conceived a (possibly non-existent) bright future under the current situation that the horoscope has not yet been written. So much so that when Uncle Ben knocked on the door and came in, he still had a tangled and yearning smile on his face.

As someone who has been there, Uncle Ben instantly understood the young man's mind from his nephew's expression. After sighing a few words in his heart about the rich emotional world of the young man, he dutifully carried the elders, especially Peter's half. As for the responsibilities that a father should have, he touched Peter's fluffy head and asked clearly, "Is it your sweetheart?"

After all, it's time for Peter to fall in love. When he was Peter's age, he had several girlfriends—cough, young and frivolous, young and frivolous.

"Ben...Uncle Ben!" Peter's ears felt hot uncomfortably, he stuffed his mobile phone under the pillow like a thief, and stammered, "No...not..."

"It's not a good habit to lie to your elders." Uncle Ben pretended to be serious and raised his face halfway, and he couldn't help laughing, "Okay boy, if you want to hide something next time, remember to hide something. Laundry and bed linen cleared away."

Instead of trying to hide it and stuff it into the laundry basket, for fear that others will not find out his little secret at night.

Peter mumbled a few words in a guilty conscience, his neck was almost red with embarrassment, Uncle Ben thought he had discovered the inside story of his nephew climbing out of the window at night, he sighed and patted him on the shoulder, "That's why you just Sneaking out at night? You should know we have nothing against you going out on dates."

"I...I know..." God, the topic was so suffocating that Peter stared at the floor and wanted to dig a hole and bury himself in it.

However, Uncle Ben didn't receive his brainwaves. The elder looked at the young man's flushed face and looked helpless. He hesitated for a while and then recalled the routine of Peter sneaking back at dawn sometimes during this period. , still earnestly said: "It's not something a man should do to take a girl out so late, her family will be worried."

"No..." Peter was dumbfounded and didn't realize how the plot would jump to this topic.

"You are already an adult Peter, you must learn to take responsibility." Uncle Ben continued to speak earnestly, expressing concern about the young man's relationship status.

"No... I..."

"A relationship at this age is very beautiful. I can understand your young people's impulsiveness, but I don't want to be a grandfather so early."

"That...Uncle Ben..."

"I think she must be a nice girl, and you can bring her home if you want, and May won't mind going out for a walk with me once in a while."

"True...but..."

Peter almost desperately listened to Uncle Ben complete a whole paragraph of reasoning that sounded sound and sound without any flaws, so that he had to believe that he slipped out every night to date a girl, or really I believe there exists such a gentle and lovely girl who is about his age.

He swallowed his saliva and mustered up the courage to interrupt Uncle Ben's long-winded love guidance, "That!" He sat up straight and yelled, facing the eyes of the elders looking over, he couldn't help but feel guilty, pinched the corner of the quilt for himself I forgot what I originally wanted to say, and it took me a long time to pick up the second half of the sentence intermittently.

"That... yes, if..."

Peter felt his heart beating a little faster, and his back was a little cold. He shrank into the quilt pile behind him and took a deep breath, "I mean that... if..."

His heartbeat might be on the verge of bursting, blood poured from his whole body to his face, his whole body was hot and cold like he was having a fever, and he couldn't even hear what he was saying.

But he felt that if he didn't say it now, he might not have the chance to say it.

"What if... no, it's not a girl...?"

Peter's words fluttered like velvet falling down, and the room exploded like a bomb, blowing everything into nothingness. The gratified smile on Uncle Ben's face froze, turning into a distorted expression like a toothache. It took a few seconds to find my voice.

"Peter...Peter..." Rao, even the elder who has experienced big storms has never faced such a situation, and he was caught off guard so that he looked even more at a loss than Peter, "Are you sure it is the one I thought... Does that mean?"

His voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, and his whole body trembled a little, which made Peter regret his impulsiveness, and he also stammered: "No, I don't know, I, I, I, That..." He looked so dazed that he was about to cry in a second, and his moist brown eyes looked at the elder in front of him, looking anxious and expectant.

Peter is indeed not very clear, he still hasn't figured out what is going on with him.

This is not right.

Peter whispered to himself.

Bitter and sweet, even if he doesn't get any response, it makes him tremble all over. Such feelings are wrong.

He dreamed about Chris, he would be eager to hug or kiss each other, and even the fantasies that popped up in his mind would be a little more ominous, it was true.

However, when he thinks of Anjieka, the Anjieka whom he has only met once, the feeling of sudden heart contraction is by no means fake, just like when a believer sees his god and looks up at him, he is almost ashamed. shed tears.

Sometimes he would feel an indescribable similarity between Chris and Anjieka miraculously, as if they were the same person.

The kindness in Peter's heart condemned his mood, making him addicted to it and unable to extricate himself, while feeling restless amidst self-blame and guilt.

this is not right.

His expression is like a lost milk dog who can't find his way. Even though there were a lot of teachings he wanted to say, in the end Uncle Ben just let out a long sigh, reached out and hugged his young nephew into his arms, Patting him on the back reassuringly, he comforted Peter in the same voice as he comforted Peter who lost his toy when he was a child: "It's okay, good boy, it's okay. You didn't do anything wrong, love is innocent, you just happen to— "

Uncle Ben choked up. "Just happened to be on a more difficult path my boy, and I'm glad you're willing to tell me about it."

He didn't quite accept the fact that he was an old-fashioned, stubborn man who hadn't quite digested it in his head, but that didn't stop him from being supportive of Peter when he needed it.

Love is inherently innocent.

"I think that must be a good... boy." Uncle Ben still had some difficulty when he said this, but it did not detract from the seriousness and earnestness of the second half of the sentence, "But even boys, you can't play outside so late, you Soon to be an adult Peter, you have to learn to take responsibility for your actions."

"I haven't—" Peter paused, swallowed the second half of the sentence, and touched the phone under the pillow guiltily.

I haven't caught up yet, but maybe...

What if he succeeds.

Peter blinked, and obediently watched Uncle Ben leave his room with complicated emotions.

Even Peter can embrace the great dream of actually sleeping with Chris one day.

But he has no experience in courting others.

So in a small group of three people who didn't watch 99+ for a few minutes that night, there was such a chat content (part)

[Spider-Man: I feel like I'm in love_(:з」∠)_

Ye Yi: Huh huh? ! ! !

Ye Yi: Congratulations, congratulations ヽ()()

Ye Yi: Tell me what kind of girl she is? ! ! !

The Flash: Oh my god, the baby in pajamas has opened up! ! !Congratulations (*≧▽≦) I will come to New York tomorrow to bring you super delicious burgers to celebrate!Is that girl pretty?Was it your classmate or the hero who saved the beauty? ! ! !Ask for details!

The Flash: By the way, can we really not change our nicknames? This feels super formal and over the top ヽ(#`Д)

Spider-Man: To be honest, the other party seems to be very difficult to chase. He is very good in all aspects, good-looking and rich, a little older than me, good-natured and gentle, but he seems to have no interest in love. I have no confidence at all...

Spider-Man: Do you have any great ideas?

The Flash: You are the most popular among us on social media!Everyone loves Spider-Man!By the way, do you want black pepper or double cheese burger?I personally recommend double cheese, the taste is so good that I have no friends w

Ye Yi: Believe in yourself baby!

Nightwing: Look at your pretty ass!Girls will go crazy for you (ω<)

Ye Yi: Come on bravely!You are Spider-Man!

Spider-Man: ...]

Peter silently turned off the trio, opened his pajamas to look at his muscular figure, and then recalled seeing Chris' body.

Broad shoulders, thin waist and long legs, abdominal muscles and pectoral muscles.

Well, it's already nine o'clock, so let's go to bed early.

Maybe it can grow a little taller.

The author has something to say:

Little Spider: Maybe I will succeed [full of hope]

Chris (sneezes)