Everyday life at Midtown High School

During the last week of the month, Pooh has his hands full.

Several teachers seemed to have made an appointment, and at the same time chose to give the students a small quiz during this time period.

Pooh happened to have three subjects to face this test, namely history, American literature and a brief history of Western painting.

Coincidentally, these three courses are all courses with a lot of reading and a lot of memorized content.

With a splitting headache, he memorized one door after another, and then, with the unfortunate discovery, he got them all confused.

'What the hell happened in 1775, the Declaration of Independence, or some baroque art thing? 'He was lying on the table in pain, and his whole body was not well.

At present, Peter, who only needs one history test, can't help but look at him sympathetically: "When you were choosing your courses, you should learn from me and Harry, and choose some science courses, so you don't have so much to memorize .”

"But you have to choose courses according to your actual situation and talents."

Pooh rubbed his temples, and said very rationally: "My mother has no scientific thinking at all, but she can't figure it out at all if it exceeds two digits. Moreover, she told me before she was alive that her parents, grandparents and grandparents also So. So, according to genetics, unless my cheap dad is a super genius, and the genetic factors are particularly strong, otherwise, I will probably be a failure in science. It's even worse, it's not as good as these lessons, if you memorize them more, I can almost get through."

To Pooh's seemingly realistic and practical arbitrary approach, Peter was speechless.

But he always felt that Pooh underestimated himself too much, how could he not even try, and just make a hasty conclusion?

But sometimes, a good-tempered person becomes stubborn, and it is harder to persuade than ordinary people.

What's more, Peter was still the type who was not very good at reasoning, so he had to casually flip through the history books to review, while watching Pooh holding those books, and continued to read and recite them with a bitter face.

After they buried themselves in the review for a while, Peter suddenly asked, "Pooh, have you made peace with Harry?"

"My God, Peter, can you say something to make me happy today!"

Pooh immediately groaned in pain.

"That means you haven't reconciled yet?" Peter couldn't help being surprised: "It's been almost three or four days."

"I apologized, but Harry ignored me." Pooh complained aggrievedly.

"why?"

"...what else could be the reason? I don't trust him, I upset him when I say the wrong thing, I don't listen to him, I don't agree to breaking up with Steve, I have five spoonfuls of sugar in my coffee, I'm a picky eater Eating carrots, I wear green colored contact lenses, a pink scarf, a lace shirt and tight pants... Okay, what else does he dislike about me? Oh, yes, I still take sweet Eat it as a dinner... This obviously cannot be regarded as a mistake! But I have already compromised, bowed my head respectfully to this evil force and admitted my mistake, what else does he want!"

"I don't want to do anything!"

The next day, Harry said this to Peter: "I just want him to learn the lesson and be a little more vigilant. This is no longer just once or twice, casually picking up handsome guys on the side of the road... I don't want to see one day, His headshot suddenly hit the headlines of social news hotspots."

"You're exaggerating, Harry. There are so many bad guys, it's just ordinary friends. Besides..."

Peter said with a look of disbelief: "Who to make friends with is Pooh's own private matter."

"But Pooh's brain doesn't have the ability to discern at all."

Harry argued.

"Are you kidding me? Come on, Pooh is not stupid at all. Also, you don't allow this or that, do you want him to stay single and never fall in love?"

"...I don't have one, but at least I can find someone reliable! Besides, he's only in middle school, so what's the rush to fall in love?"

Peter looked at Harry speechlessly: "I remember last month, you and a supermodel made the headlines of a certain entertainment newspaper."

Then, shrugging his shoulders, imitating Harry's tone, he said jokingly, "You're only in middle school, Harry."

"It was just a coincidence that it was photographed. The paparazzi of entertainment magazines like to catch wind and shadow."

After Harry casually defended himself, he immediately glared sharply at him and asked, "Whose side are you on, Peter?"

Once again forced to stand in line by two naive friends.

Peter could only helplessly raise his hand and surrender: "I'm on the side of the truth, that's fine! You guys quarrel as much as you want, please don't touch me."

Harry returned an angry look.

Peter pretended not to see it.

Because, this quarrel is really nonsense.

They obviously value each other, but they want to pretend to be in a cold war.

Before Peter left, he also got a detailed summary of the knowledge points and test points of the three exams of history, literature and painting from Harry.

He suppressed a smile at the time and deliberately said: "Hey, brother, I only take history, and literature and painting have nothing to do with me."

"Buy one get two free, extra."

Harry said coldly, "You don't want it, just throw it away."

That night, when Peter specially handed this summary to Pooh, he couldn't help laughing: "Harry gave it to you."

Then, he blinked and said: "However, don't ask him, he will definitely not admit it."

Pooh was startled, and immediately closed his eyes with a smile, and the corners of his happy lips couldn't help but keep turning up: "Yeah, of course, I understand!"

They looked at each other, clapped their hands tacitly and joyfully, and said in unison, "Young Master Osborne, you never say you're sorry."

Thanks to this timely life-saving summary, Pooh passed the exam smoothly.

When everything was over, he felt his whole being revived again.

It happened that Jacob, the fat boss of the bakery, paid him a salary, and he decided to go out to buy some small gifts for his relatives and friends.

But shopping by himself was too boring, he thought about it, and then called Steve.

Although shopping, the other party is not a good candidate.

Pooh always has a strange delusion, similar to "If you don't take him out for a stroll, bask in the sun, and get in touch with modern society, he will definitely continue to live in the last century in isolation, and he will become an antique weirdo in the future." , and he has a kind of protection in his bones, but any friend who admits it can't help but think about the other party, and naturally he doesn't want to watch Steve continue to be so out of touch with reality.

"Hi Steve, are you free today?"

When receiving Pooh's sudden call, Steve was not as surprised as he was the first time. After getting along with him for a while, he has already labeled Pooh as 'lively, enthusiastic, and simple'.

The last shot incident was finally resolved by S.H.I.E.L.D.

Holding the new mobile phone re-issued by S.H.I.E.L.D., he replied in a gentle tone: "Sorry, Pooh, I just have to go out today."

"Huh? Is it work?"

"No, I'm going to go to Arlington National Cemetery."

"The cemetery? What are you doing there?" Pooh was very surprised.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and Steve said in a calm voice, "One of my comrades may be sleeping there."

"Huh? Sorry...I don't know...I..." Pooh said incoherently, "Sorry, I mean..."

"Don't worry." Despite the pain in his heart, Steve still whispered comfortingly: "It's been a long time. This time, I just want to see him."

"I understand, my mother died too," Pooh blurted out.

Steve froze slightly.

"She left when I was 14..."

Pooh whispered softly: "She loved beauty when she was alive, but when she died, she was ugly as hell, skinny, eyes dull, and hair like weeds. So, I put on a beautiful dress for her by myself, and turned it into a beautiful dress. Makeup, painted bright nails, combed hair, braided into cute little braids, put on necklaces and bracelets. In this way, in the next reincarnation, she will be able to become a little princess as she wishes, carefree .”

"Pooh." Steve called him softly.

"I want to say..." Pooh pursed his lips, and said in a firm tone: "Your comrades must be the same. Laugh out loud in heaven, or re-enter reincarnation unwilling to be lonely, and become a member of a certain family." My darling, I am happy every day, my only trouble is... oops, the pretty girl at the next table lost her temper and ignored him again."

Steve laughed all of a sudden: "I really haven't seen a little girl who ignores Bucky..."

"...Except for Peggy." He said the last half of the sentence very lightly, Pooh didn't hear it clearly, and just smiled cooperatively and said, "That's great, but it sounds a bit playful."

"Yeah, he's always trying to pull me on a double date. But every time, two girls circle around him."

Steve also smiled slightly.

Pooh didn't believe it at all: "Liar, how can there be girls who don't choose you, are they all blind?"

"I was... uh, immature, thin and small."

Steve explained: "The height is less than 1.7 meters, and the weight is not even a hundred catties."

Pooh was pleasantly surprised in an instant: "Wow!! Really? Let me just say, it is possible for a boy to develop late! My mother is a 1.8-meter female model. How can I be so short? It must be that I haven't reached the puberty stage yet! You are so skinny and you ended up growing like this, when I formally develop in the future, maybe I can grow to 1.9 meters!"

"must be able to."

Steve earnestly encouraged: "Remember to drink more milk."