Everyday life at Midtown High School

"Vinevich."

A voice suddenly sounded from behind. Pooh raised his head, raised his eyebrows, raised his head slightly, and looked puzzled: "Thompson?"

The head coach of the school basketball team, Flash Thompson, who was taller than his peers, stood in front of Pooh, looking a little uncomfortable.

He looked at the unknown place in front of him with a wandering gaze: "Are you free this afternoon? My teammate James plans to hold a party at his house, you...you can come together."

This is so fresh!

Pooh squinted his eyes, folded his arms around his chest, looked at the guy in front of him up and down, and said jokingly, "What? I didn't enjoy the beating last time. Are you going to find a few more people to beat me up this time?"

"No!" Thompson raised his head abruptly, shaking his hands fiercely: "I didn't intend to do that."

Pooh took a step back in shock, his expression stunned: "Uh... I was just joking."

"Then today?"

"...Sorry, I have something to do this afternoon."

"Is this an excuse for refusal? I checked your class schedule, and there is no class in the afternoon." Flash Thompson seemed to want to make a relaxed expression.

But he failed, that handsome face that fascinated most of the cheerleading girls showed a slightly ferocious look, paired with a stronger and taller figure than his peers, it was really intimidating.

'What, check my class schedule? ’ murmured Pooh, taking another step back quietly.

Although this school bully, who has always taken pleasure in bullying, seems to be planning to make peace with himself, but before he is sure that 'this is not a new type of prank', he does not want to approach unsuspecting at all, and then, foolishly It's embarrassing to be beaten to the ground.

"Not an excuse."

Pooh thought for a while, and then replied: "I have already confirmed today's schedule on Tuesday, and I will go to Harry's house with Peter."

"so……"

Thompson couldn't hide his disappointment: "If there is a chance next time...?"

"That's for next time." Pooh interrupted his question, obviously not very interested.

Then, he looked down at his watch: "Is there anything else you can do, Thompson? I'm going to be late for class."

"Flash."

"what?"

"Call me Flash...I mean, we've known each other for so long, we've known each other, we've had fights..."

"Okay, Flash! Please don't get stuck in the middle of the road, let me pass." Pooh said impatiently, confused, "I don't know what's wrong with you today, but I'm sorry, I'm really late, Step aside."

The expression on Flash Thompson's face froze for a few seconds before he stepped out of the way.

Pooh ran up in a hurry until he entered the classroom and sat down in his seat. He still felt that the development of the whole thing was miraculous.

Flash Thompson, who has always wanted to kick himself out of the campus and disappeared from the earth, actually came to make peace?

What party did you invite yourself to?

Is he bewitched?Or is there some new prank planned?

Couldn't it be that after he beat him up, he was convinced and changed his ways?

Pooh thought about it for half a class, but couldn't figure out the reason, so he threw it to the back of his mind and didn't think about it anymore.

In the afternoon, he enthusiastically followed Harry and Peter, mingled with the students visiting Osborne's laboratory, and joined in the fun to visit this internationally renowned laboratory.

Because the Osborne Laboratory is rarely open to visit, many students came.

Among them, not only Midtown High School, but also several middle schools next door also took this opportunity to bring some students to visit.

For a moment, there was a rare excitement in the laboratory.

To this end, the laboratory specially sent a female researcher to give them a brief introduction: "Welcome, children. Osborne Industrial Company has been committed to providing services for many global enterprises in manufacturing, chemical processing, compression, etc. The industry provides a variety of materials that are constantly innovating...you follow me this way and you will see..."

Pooh in the crowd is not very interested in the history of the Osborne family.

He opened his eyes wide, couldn't help pointing to a transparent glass dish next to him, and asked Harry curiously, "Is there... a spider?"

"Looks like it is."

Harry put his hands in his pockets and answered casually.

"What does it look like? Isn't this your laboratory?" Pooh asked dissatisfied.

"Yes, but my position is not responsible for this now, and I probably won't be responsible for it in the future." Harry replied with a half-smile.

"You still have a job? Well, what is your job?"

Knowing that he was talking nonsense, Pooh still pretended to be surprised and asked booingly.

"He is the son of the boss now, and he will be the boss in the future."

Harry replied solemnly: "The former is only responsible for eating, drinking and having fun, and the latter is probably responsible for signing and stamping to make decisions?"

"Uncle Norman will die of anger if he hears you say that." Pooh almost died of laughter.

"Yeah, he probably likes the genius Peter as his son more than me." Harry said half-truthfully, "He has praised Peter in front of me more than once. So, if you are interested in those spiders If you are interested, instead of asking me, you might as well ask Peter, he might know them all.”

"I heard someone calling me, are you two talking about spiders?"

Peter, who had been busy taking pictures, vaguely heard his name being mentioned, turned around and walked over, interjecting, "Do you know? There are more than 3 kinds of spiders in the world."

Harry immediately shrugged his shoulders at Pooh, with a 'look' lazy look.

Pooh tried not to laugh.

Peter didn't notice anything, and he was still enthusiastically popularizing science: "Each spider has a different ability to help them find food. For example, the one you see will change color according to the environment and blend into nature. This is a kind of defense. mechanism……"

"You know so much, Peter!" Pooh couldn't help but praise.

"Boring." Harry pouted disapprovingly, "Who wants to know that!"

"How interesting, who wouldn't want it?" Peter held up the camera, turned his head and continued to take pictures of those spiders seriously. '

Pooh, who was purely watching the show, and Harry, who had no interest in it, looked at each other, abandoned the 'xueba' tacitly, and turned around at the same time.

"Let's go over there and have a look, Harry."

"It's just what I want, there just happen to be a few beautiful girls from other schools who can strike up a conversation..."

"Hi, did you forget? I'm gay."

"Great, you're in charge of getting their boyfriends!"

"fuckyou, Harry! Is this your way of being a good friend?"

"No, that's the way to be a good brother."

"Shameless!" Pooh's eyes widened and he looked angry.

But in the next second, he couldn't help laughing, those big brown eyes were full of mischief: "But, I like it."

Harry watched him with a smile, and suddenly felt the urge to kiss those eyes.

Then, he shook his head, threw away all his unreliable thoughts, turned around as if nothing had happened, and walked forward while saying: "Then what are you waiting for, hurry up."

Pooh immediately ran a few steps to catch up, jumped up lively, and put his arms around his neck from behind: "Okay, let's go together!"

Time passed quickly, and a few hours later, the visit to Osborne's laboratory was successfully concluded.

Except for a small incident in the middle, which caused a lot of noise, Pooh vaguely heard a few staff members talking anxiously over there, 'lost a spider...'

However, the Osborne family has a big business, so a small thing like losing a spider shouldn't be a big problem, right?

After the visit, the students dispersed one after another.

It's just that there was something wrong with Peter on the 'movie night' that Harry had promised.

"Low fever." Pooh stretched out his arms, touched Peter's forehead again, and said worriedly and puzzled, "The air conditioner in the laboratory isn't very strong either? Why did you suddenly have a fever?"

Peter himself was troubled.

He rubbed his temples, his mind was dizzy: "I don't know, maybe it's because I'm too tired from doing experiments recently."

"I'll ask the driver to take you home first!"

Harry said comfortingly, "Don't come tonight, take a good rest, anyway, we can meet again next time."

"Sorry, Harry." Peter said apologetically, "I made an appointment before."

"Your body is more important, Peter." Pooh said with concern, "You must have a good rest after you go back."

Peter nodded.

By this time, Harry had asked his driver to drive the car and parked at the door.

Because he was really uncomfortable, he didn't refuse Harry's kindness this time.

In fact, it was lucky that Harry sent him a car, because, once in the car, he fell into a heavy sleep.