Debt Sell Yourself Daily [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

The two didn't go on a date until the homecoming dance. Halle was busy studying and researching the T-virus, while Peter practiced dancing under May's guidance, trying to dance a perfect dance with Halle.

On the day of the homecoming dance, Peter dressed up and asked May to send him to pick up Halle. "Remember to compliment her on her beauty," May instructed before Peter got out of the car.

"I know." Peter nodded to show that he understood. He was wearing a formal suit on a rare occasion today. A black suit highlighted his wide shoulders and narrow hips, tall and straight like a pine tree.

He knocked on Harry's door, and his princess came out.

"Why, did you stare dumbfounded?" Harry was a little proud of Peter who was staring at her without saying a word, but Peter was also a bit beyond her expectation. He fit the suit surprisingly well, and he looked much more handsome and mature.

"You look beautiful." Peter praised, Halle was wearing a mint green dress with a collar today, showing the curve of her shoulders, part of her hair was pulled up, and some of her collarbone was hidden. "The skirt is the same color as your eyes."

"They're not the same color, why don't you take a closer look?" Harry moved his face closer to Peter, Peter stopped breathing for a moment, they just looked at each other, and the atmosphere became sticky.

"It's not the same, your eyes are more beautiful." Peter murmured holding her face, and gently kissed her trembling eyelids.

Just as he let go, he was pulled back by Harry. Their lips touched. Unlike the last time, Peter quickly reacted and held down Harry who wanted to leave. They embraced under the moonlight. Biting and grinding each other, exchanging each other's breath.

Mei waited for a long time and couldn't bear to call them. She saw the two hugging each other and looking at each other. There was a sweet pink smell in the air, and no one noticed her coming.

"Hi! Kids, I know what it's like to be in love, but we're going to be late."

May's voice woke them up and separated them. Peter blushed and said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, May." Then he introduced them: "By the way, this is my girlfriend Halle, and this is my aunt May."

"I understand," Mei said with a familiar expression, she enthusiastically pulled Harry forward, and gave Peter a thumbs up with her hands behind her back, "Harry, I've heard Peter mention you a long time ago..."

Peter, who was left behind, smirked when he saw May's praise, and chased after him.

The car stopped in front of the auditorium where the ball was held. Some balloons were hung on the steps of the auditorium for decoration, and some men and women in formal dresses walked in while communicating.

Harry got off the station first and waited for Peter. It was already late when they arrived, and there were not many cars parked at the door.So Harry saw Liz get out of a car at a glance.

"You can come back later tonight, have fun with Harry, and don't do anything crazy." Mei stopped Peter who was about to get out of the car and told him.

"Understood May."

"Harry, what are you looking at?" After Peter and May finished talking, they saw Harry looking in one direction.

Harry raised his chin to that side, "Liz, I'm wondering if I should go say hello." After all, they are members of a club, so they are familiar.

Peter looked over and was stunned for a moment. Harry reached out and pinched his waist hard, "Does it look good?" Harry looked at him with a smile.

"What?" Peter was still a little unresponsive, but the dangerous aura emanating from Harry made him quickly explain, "No, look at the person who talked to Liz, he is the birdman who sells high-tech weapons."

"Are you sure?" The light was too dim, and the man was sitting in the car again. What if Peter made a mistake?Harry frowned, and walked over with Peter's arm, "Hi, Liz, I didn't expect to meet you, I thought we were late enough."

"Oh, it's all because Dad insisted on taking more pictures." Liz complained.

"So this gentleman is your father?" Harry looked at the man in the driver's seat.

"Yes." Without waiting for Liz to answer, he took up the conversation himself: "I am Liz's father, please take care of our Liz."

"Hello, Mr. Toomes, of course, but Liz is very good and doesn't need us to take care of her."

Hearing this, he smiled softly, and it was obvious that he loved Liz very much.So Liz was a little embarrassed, "Hi! Dad, don't be like this, I'm their senior sister."

He laughed a little, "Dad still has work, let's go." After speaking, he drove away, and they went to the dance together and then separated.

"Are you sure it's him?" Harry asked.

"It's him, he just said he has a job." Peter couldn't help but care.

"So what, you don't care about this matter, remember?" Harry had a bad feeling, "You don't want to leave me at the ball to find him, do you?"

Peter looked at her silently, his eyes full of guilt.

"No! You can't leave me here by myself, Peter," snapped Harry, who couldn't live without a male companion and it was bad for Peter every time he met that birdman.

Peter took Harry's hand, "I'm sorry Harry, I have to stop him."

"What does this have to do with you..." Seeing Peter's firm and pleading expression, Harry couldn't say anything. She closed her eyes, pulled her hand away, and gritted out a word, "Go."

"What about you?" Peter looked at her worriedly.

Harry ignored him and went to the other side of the ball by herself.Peter had no choice but to leave because time was running out.

.........

The vulture's goal this time was to steal the supplies of the Avengers. Peter successfully stopped him, and also injured himself.

He hastily changed his clothes and hurriedly wanted to go back to the prom to find Harry, but it was too late. The prom was over, so he came to Harry's house again, the lights were off, and it was pitch black. Peter thought that Harry should be asleep, he didn't Should disturb her, but he didn't want to just leave.

"Mr Parker is outside."

"I know, I don't want to talk to him now." Harry stood by the window and looked at Peter who was wandering in front of her house. It was too dark, and she could only see a shadow.

Just when she thought Peter was leaving, he began to climb up the wall, and just as he was about to climb to the window, Harry turned on the light.Peter was startled when he saw the light on. He looked at Harry who was expressionless standing in front of the window, a little embarrassed, "Harry, you're not asleep yet."

"What are you doing?" Harry asked as he opened the window and looked at Peter, who had made himself miserable again.

"I think I still owe you a dance," said Peter, leaning on his stomach by the window.

"The dance is over."

"I know, I'm sorry Halle, maybe you'd like me to make up the dance."

"Some things take time, they are fleeting. There's no point in doing the same thing later."

"Harry, aren't you willing to forgive me?" Peter lowered his voice, a little at a loss.

"Heh, go and have a closer look at the contract you signed before begging for forgiveness, now I'm going to rest, you can go." Harley threw something at him, closed the window and drove him away.

Looking at the room where the lights were off, Peter felt a little lost. He jumped down with what Harry threw to him, and raised his hand to take a closer look. It was a box of medicine for trauma.

Peter's lost heart was healed instantly, and a trace of warmth surged up. He looked at Harry's room, pursed his lips and smiled, and ran away as if remembering something.Harry watched Peter leave, and stood by the window wondering what to think. She turned on the light and took out her notebook, watched Spider-Man videos on the Internet, flipping through the comments one by one.

Peter hurried home and found the treasured contract.He carefully looked back from the first page, and saw that both of them should listen to Harry, and the punishment for violating it depended on the situation.

He thought that he had gone too far this time, so he directly looked at the final way to ask for forgiveness-a [-]-word sincere self-criticism and read it aloud with emotion.

It's still very easy, Peter thought. He confidently took out his notebook and started to write. The beginning was very smooth, and the more he wrote, the more he scratched his head. After exhausting his efforts, he counted and only wrote more than 500 words.

"..." Can I apply for corporal punishment?