single row ahead

Accelerator stood at the gate of Midtown High School, dressed in a hooded sweater and jeans, he was as inconspicuous as any high school student—except for his white hair and red eyes.

He didn't feel how different his appearance was from ordinary people at all, and he walked into the high school campus without even covering it up.

It seems to be lunch break now, students in twos and threes are walking together, with carefree smiles on their faces, holding sandwiches and coffee that are probably lunch in their hands, and laughing with their companions easily and casually.

"Iron Man is really cool, did you see that he was on the news again yesterday?"

"You mean the one where he went to stop a bombing? Then I saw it."

"No, I mean the one where he's on Playboy Cover Girl again. I'd love to be his girlfriend if I could."

"You can try it? I heard that he likes blonde hair and blue eyes the most, isn't it? You can match at least one thing."

"Which one?"

"It's the same if you dye your hair blond."

Two high school female students who were walking on the boulevard suddenly got into a fight.

Accelerator heard their conversation from a distance, walked over without paying much attention, and walked straight to the Academic Affairs Office with a clear goal, planning to complete the transfer procedures today, come back to school tomorrow, and drop by to see how the little spider is doing Sample.

"My God!"

At this moment, one of the two high school girls let out a high-pitched and piercing exclamation, abruptly pulling Accelerator's attention back.

Accelerator clicked his tongue and frowned impatiently. He had already calculated the formula in his head to filter out these redundant and noisy noises, but he froze in place after hearing the girl's next sentence clearly.

"Is that Peter? What is Fleisher trying to do by pushing him like this?"

"Don't worry about boys, An Liya."

"What? I mean no one is going to help him?"

"Don't dream, baby, Fleisher is not easy to mess with, and he has a sense of proportion, and he won't do anything excessive. Let's go, let's find a place to have lunch."

Accelerator knew that he should go straight now, go to the administrative building and find the Academic Affairs Office, go through the damn formalities, then go back to lie down, and make up for the sleep he missed all night yesterday.

However, in the next second, he turned his head and walked towards the boulevard where the two high school girls left, looking down at what happened below.

Extending down the boulevard is a well-built slope lawn, and further down is the most popular American football standard stadium in this country. A group of tall and strong boys playing American football did not stay on the playground obediently Instead of sweating on his face, he surrounded a thin and short boy with malicious intentions, pushing him to a remote corner without monitoring.

With good eyesight, Accelerator recognized at a glance that the boy surrounded in the center was Peter Parker, the little spider he had just seen a few days ago.

That boy should have panicked and shouted for help in this situation where he was at a disadvantage in numbers and physique, showing a bit of distress that these bad boys are most willing to see, but now his face is full of slight anger And helpless, without any fear.

This undoubtedly irritated the boys who were all muscular and empty-headed, and made their behavior more wanton.

Accelerator certainly knew why Peter behaved like this. After being bitten by a spider, the boy's muscle fibers were like steel bars, allowing him to lift ten tons of objects, not to mention the greatly enhanced bounce force, reflexes and dynamic vision.

All these athletic boys who are more than twice as strong as him may not be enough for Peter to play with one finger.

Accelerator could choose to walk away and let Peter handle the matter by himself. Anyway, with his physique, there would be no big trouble at all.

But he didn't.

No one understands the feeling of being bullied and isolated better than Accelerator.

You will be like a contagious virus, and everyone will run away in panic at the moment you approach, lest they will be infected with a deadly disease in the next second, even if you just picked up the ball they lost and wanted to return it .You will still be a ball of soft cotton, and if you let them punch and kick you, you will not resist or get hurt. Their reason for inflicting violence is so righteous and awe-inspiring.

[You are a monster. ]

[As long as I defeat you, I will be the first. ]

[As long as we get your gene, we can go to the laboratory to exchange for millions of rewards, don't be so stingy, number one. ]

[You won't get hurt anyway, let's try what's wrong? ]

Because he won't get hurt, can he hurt at will?

Accelerator jumped down from the tree-lined road at a height of seven or eight meters to the sports field. His posture was as relaxed as a bird. He only used [Vector Operation] to ease the impact when he landed, stirring up a cloud of dust and choking him. The few people in the front narrowed their eyes and coughed again and again.

He stood in front of the group of bastards, with his hands in his pockets and his back slightly bowed, blocking their way.

"Sorry, I have something to do with the person in the middle. Could you please make room for me?"

Accelerator looked dull, and turned the interrogative sentence into an affirmative sentence in a natural tone.

"Bah bah!" The leader seemed to have finally spit out the sand he ate into his mouth, stared at his red eyes stimulated by the sand, and shouted in a rough voice, "Looking for someone? You lie down on the ground for me first." Look for your teeth and talk! Bastard boy!"

The people behind him seemed to be used to such scenes, and they laughed and booed, "Fleisher, show him some color!"

"Come on! Fleisher, break his four thin bamboo poles into eight knots!"

And the expression of Peter surrounded in the middle is indescribable and absolutely wonderful.

He tried to stop Fleisher's behavior, "You can't do this! He just came to talk to me about something!"

"He's here to look for you? That's even better!" The boys around seemed to think it was an interesting thing, and burst out laughing, "Just to save time, the two of you beat up together."

Accelerator felt terribly bored, he didn't want to pay any attention to these high school boys' childish self-awareness and self-esteem that almost floated to the sky, and approached them expressionlessly, trying to pull Peter away.

However, he just made a slight move, and without hesitation, he threw the football he was holding in his hand towards his head without hesitation.

To be honest, if someone else came over and stood here, and was hit by such a ball unsuspectingly, needless to say, he could go directly to the hospital and lie down.

However, the one standing here is Accelerator. Since he possessed the ability of [Vector Operation], Accelerator has hardly been injured. The one with Accelerator.

So unfortunately, the person who will be sent to the hospital will not be Accelerator who was hurt, but the sports boy who tried to hurt others.

If Peter had not intervened, of course it would have ended like this.

"Hey, I said you bastards, you did too much." Peter held back his anger, holding the football that almost hit someone, he raised his volume, "He just wanted to discuss something with me !OK?! Just discussing something! What did he do to you to treat him like this! You bastards deserve to rot in the sewer!"

With the last word Peter yelled, the football in his hand exploded!

Peter swore he had never said such a vulgar word in his life, and he was really blown away.

The first time he saw Yifang Accelerator was that he was helpless and weak in a faint in an alley, and the second time he saw Yifang Accelerator kindly took him in when he passed out in an alley—to be honest, what a coincidence , The two meetings were in the alley, and there was always one person in a coma.

All in all, in Peter's mind, Accelerator is a delicate and frail young man with a poisonous mouth but a kind heart.

The point is that he is delicate and weak. Peter has no doubts that if the ball hit the ball just now, Accelerator would definitely lose his life.

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A little angel said that Old Ford could not find me, so I left a group number in the comments of the last chapter, and those who are willing to play together can add it

Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

5 bottles of Paji; 1 bottle of Fafa;

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