[Comprehensive Britain and the United States] A perfect match

After Peter had spoken, he realized what absurd content he had said, and hurriedly laughed a few times to deal with it.

The dance party was well arranged, the lights were dimmed, and the DJ was playing a song that Peter liked very much. The boys looked at Peter's partner with envious expressions.

Everything looked impeccable, but Peter felt very awkward in his heart, with a subtle sense of dissatisfaction.It's like going to McDonald's alone, obviously wanting to order a beef burger, but the clerk said that the beef burger was sold out, so he had to order a cod burger.Although I was full in the end, I always felt unhappy in my heart, as if something was missing.That's how Peter feels right now.

The warm-up song ended, and the DJ started to play a lyrical slow song instead, and the lighting also changed to an ambiguous color.Couples begin to dance pas de deux, like dozens of compasses drawing simultaneously.Peter's awkwardness was also at its peak.He felt that the bow tie was tightening, choking his neck like a choke, and he was not as comfortable as the tight spider suit.

After barely dancing two tunes, Peter finally couldn't help but said: "Liz, I want to go to the side to rest for a while. My dancing skills are too bad, if I continue to dance, I will step on your feet."

"Oh," Liz looked unhappy, "I think you dance very well."

"Anyway I want to take a break, you know, to get some air or something," said Peter.

Liz said, "Well, since you said so." She stopped dancing, and the two walked off the dance floor one after the other.

Peter felt a little guilty, and hurriedly added: "You don't have to worry about me, you can continue to find someone to dance to. Now it's the third song, and many people have changed their partners."

Before the words were finished, Fleischer walked over from the side and invited Liz to dance.

Liz was still very interested in dancing. Seeing Peter nodding, she immediately agreed to Fleisher's invitation and returned to the dance floor again.

Peter suddenly felt bored, and the most important dance in high school seemed to be nothing more than that.Rather than dancing and carousing, he would rather put on a spider suit to tour New York, chat with Anakin dressed as Vader, and the two of them would sit together on the roof of the building, eating hot dogs while blowing the night breeze, feeling oily The sausage is packed with yellow mustard, and it is full of high-calorie food happiness after one bite.

"Hey, Peter!" Ned patted him on the shoulder with a big fleshy hand. "Why don't you go dancing?"

"I'm a little tired." Peter made an excuse.

"Spider-Man still feels tired of dancing? It's much easier than fighting crime." Ned winked at Peter and whispered.He is the only one among his classmates who knows Peter's double identity.

"What about you, Ned?" Peter began to change the subject.

"Dancing burns too many calories. I need energy." Ned took a chocolate chip cookie from the table behind Peter.

"Why don't you just say you're hungry?" Ned's partner, Michelle Jones, approached.She's a cool brown girl and Peter's best friend from the science fair team, everyone likes to call her MJ.To tell the truth, Peter was a little taken aback when he heard she was Ned's partner.

"Good evening, MJ, how is Ned's dancing skills?" Peter greeted.

"Not bad, he only broke three of my toes - just kidding," Michelle said coolly, "I noticed the beautiful Liz was dancing with Fleischer, you just sit here and rest?"

Peter had to tell the truth: "Dancing bored me, and if it wasn't prom right now, I'd really like to go outside and get some air."

"Brother, everyone has a time to relax. Don't think about those things today. You should take a vacation for yourself." Of course Ned understood that the "breathing" in Peter's mouth was not as simple as taking a walk outdoors.

Peter sighed, "I know, thanks, buddy."

"The girls from all grades are here, Peter." Ned stood up and advised him after eating half a plate of biscuits and a small cake. "This is the last chance, and you won't see them again. Maybe you Don't call Liz, but there's always someone who catches your fancy? Try talking to her, having a dance, adding a contact number or something. Rare your last high school days, bro."

After finishing speaking, he took Michelle's hand in a very victorious manner and continued to dance on the dance floor.

Peter quickly went through all the girls in the grade in his mind, and confirmed that he hadn't had any strange feelings for any of them.

"Too boring," he muttered, deciding to amuse himself by texting Anakin.

--"are u there?"

Anakin is having dinner with his colleagues in a restaurant at the moment. One is to celebrate and send off another class of students, and the other is to see him off for his resignation.When he saw Peter's message, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, picked up his phone and replied:

"Focus on the dance, young man, your dance partner won't be happy to see you texting the teacher while dancing."

partner?Peter glanced up at Liz, who was dancing with the former quarterback of the football team.

"Liz was invited to a dance, and I'm bored out on the dance floor by myself."

Anakin seemed to be able to see Peter's listless look through the screen, he couldn't help laughing, and started typing to the other party.

"Ooooh-seems like Spider-Man lacks some charisma."

Peter grinned stupidly. A few months ago, he would have found it hard to imagine Vader talking to himself in such a casual tone.

"Why don't you come and teach me your experience and teach me how to be an adult man."

Anakin sneered at the screen: "No way, Peter, this is not within the scope of high school physics teachers, you have to pay extra."

Peter curled his lips: "Don't be like this, you didn't confiscate money when you taught me fighting and meditation."

Anakin: "That's because there is a damn force connected, if I don't teach you something to stop your mouth, I will endure half an hour of nagging."

Peter: "What? Is that why you taught me?"

Anakin happily imagined Peter's expression: "I lied to you, hahahaha."

Peter snorted on the phone: "I don't care, you broke my heart just now, and I ask you to make it up to me!"

Anakin: "Okay, what do you want?"

Peter replied quickly: "How about treating me to the best hot dog in New York? It's at the stall one street east of the school. Add more mustard. I'll wait for you on the school roof."

Anakin: "Look at this poor hungry man, isn't there even food for school dances now?"

"I'm going to eat a hot dog!" Peter insisted, "Imagine a big, hot, oily sausage stuffed into your mouth, plump, juicy, elastic, filling your mouth, and sticky The yellow mustard dripping off the hot dog..."

Anakin was obviously full, but seeing Peter's description, he couldn't help but twitch his throat, as if he was swallowing an invisible hot dog sausage.

"Well, I was moved by your words, I should really show this passage to your literature teacher."

After speaking, he looked at the time. The teachers had been eating and chatting for two hours, and it was almost time to leave.Anakin stood up from the chair and said to the colleagues around him: "I had a very pleasant meal with everyone tonight. It's almost time. Everyone should go home. I still have something to do. Let's take a step first. Goodbye!"

After speaking, Anakin waved with his colleagues and left the restaurant.

Most of the teachers also felt that the conversation was almost over at this time, and they all prepared to go home.There are also some close friends with excellent relationships, who plan to find a bar to renew their stalls in twos and threes.

Several young female teachers seated closest to Anakin sighed in unison, knowing that they had no chance of capturing the heart of this handsome bachelor.Judging by the beaming look on his text message just now, he was probably chatting with his lover, so he hurried to go on a date.

The edge of the roof terrace of Midtown High School.

Peter was blowing the cool summer night breeze, dangling his legs boredly, waiting for someone while listening to music on his mobile phone.

"Hey, would you like a hot dog?"

Anakin came up from the stairs, waved the plastic bag in his hand, and greeted him.

The moment he saw him, the subtle dissatisfaction in Peter's heart disappeared without a trace.