Everyday life at Midtown High School

Inexplicably, he was 'abandoned' by Harry.

Pooh's eyes widened incomprehensibly, and he felt that his friend was simply a moody, volatile little dude!

Carrying his schoolbag, he stood foolishly on the road, not knowing where to go for a while.

Until he finally remembered the short conversation with Mrs. Stacey last night, and decided to go home early today.

Be a good boy, do your homework, preview your homework... If Gwen is free, you can ask her to help with history.

After deciding, he threw his schoolbag over his shoulder and wobbled to take the bus home.

Because of the time, there were not many people on the bus, but it gradually filled up halfway.

At the next stop, although the sprain on his foot was still not healed, he still stood up and gave up his seat to an old lady.

The well-dressed old lady kindly took out a flower from the basket she was carrying and handed it to him with a smile.

Pooh, who was slightly down because of Harry, immediately cheered up very coaxably.

He took the flowers, happily pinned them behind his ears, and leaned down affectionately, and made the old grandma smile flatteringly with a few good words.

The two people with a big age gap actually got together and chatted in a low voice in the car.

When I got off the bus, it happened to be the same stop.

The two bid farewell near the platform.

The grandma graciously allowed Pooh to kiss her.

Pooh then bent down with a smile, stretched out his arms to wrap around her shoulders, and kissed her wrinkled cheeks vigorously.

"It's cheap for you, bad boy! I don't know how many boys wanted to do it when I was young."

The old grandma said with a smile.

"Yeah, if I don't get this kiss, I probably won't be able to sleep tonight."

Pooh immediately responded cooperatively, everyone, old and young, couldn't help laughing.

Tony, who was driving an Audi and waiting for someone on the way home, saw this scene through the car window.

Although the distance was a little far away, I didn't hear their last conversation.

But that scene still left him speechless, the corners of his lips curled up in pleasure, he stroked the mustache on his chin, and sighed proudly: "Men from the Stark family are naturally born to please women. "

Jarvis remained silent.

Even if he is the most high-tech artificial intelligence, he still can't give an appropriate response when faced with the complex emotions of human beings.

Nor did Tony expect any useful response.

He was sitting in the car, looking at the young man who was strolling slowly, and greeted people lively while walking with tangled eyes.

In terms of appearance alone, his appearance is impeccable.No matter who told him, he was a very beautiful child.

What's more, he is still in the best period of his life, youthful and in full bloom, even if he puts flowers behind his ears... This kind of motherly and silly behavior only makes him look Handsome and energetic.

As for other aspects...

"Who matched the clothes on him? Blue and yellow, would that boy wear it?"

Tony said with incomprehensible disgust: "The color is too bright!"

"Sir, your armor is painted golden red."

Jarvis stated politely.

"Yes, I know." Tony replied casually.

Two seconds later, he reacted: "Wait, Jarvis, what do you mean?"

"I'm just updating the color database, researching gold red and blue yellow, which one is more colorful, sir."

"Jarvis, you can shut up now."

Tony opened the car door indifferently, leaned out half of his body, waved at Pooh, and shouted directly: "You, come here."

However, it was only delayed for a while...

Pooh has already chatted with a little girl in the neighbor's house who is playing football.

He plucked the flowers near his ears, handed them to her, bent down with a smile on his face, and said some childish little jokes to make her happy.

It was the little girl's mother who reminded him in time that he realized that someone might be calling him.

He turned around in surprise, and looked over intently.

"Yes, kid. It's you, come here!"

"...Me?" Pooh looked around, and after confirming that it was him, he limped over and asked curiously, "What do you want?"

Tony raised his eyebrows slightly, his expression a little complicated.

Then, he took the lead in asking a digression: "What happened to your leg?"

Pooh was confused by Tony's familiar tone.

His brown eyes widened unconsciously, revealing a hint of innocent curiosity.

Then, he continued to look at the person in front of him and frowned, but although he felt that the person looked familiar, no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.The only thing that is certain is: the person in front of me should be a stranger to me.

Even so, he responded with a good-natured smile: "It's just an accidental sprain, and it's almost healed. What do you want me to do?"

Tony's eyes wandered to the side, and he was at a loss for words!

Perhaps, at this moment, in his mind, he considered things like:

"I heard that I am your father"; "Some people say that I am your father"; "Son, I am your long-lost father"; "Do you want a father?"; "Don't say anything, just get down on your knees Call me Dad" and more than a dozen opening words...

wtf!

Hurry up and block it!

So, after a pause of about a few seconds, he opened his mouth and read out a series of formulas... not to show off.

Maybe it's chemistry, maybe it's math...

Anyway, Pooh didn't understand a single letter.

"You don't know?" Tony asked, raising his eyebrows in surprise.

Pooh shook his head honestly, with a dazed expression.

"Okay, let's try this again..."

Tony recited another principle, who knows what it is.

As a result, Pooh's facial expression has involuntarily presented a kind of 'Who am I?where am I?Did you speak just now? ' The fugue state.

"Not yet?"

Tony looked at him in disbelief, as if it was raining red.

"my husband!"

Pooh felt a little wronged inexplicably: "I'm only in high school!"

Well, the search for a common language failed.

This entry point sucks!

"...You're right, you're only in high school."

Tony rubbed his temples, feeling a worse headache.

But why did I know everything back then?

Distraughtly, he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.

It's easy to deal with a smart Stark;

It is barely possible to accommodate a not-so-intelligent minor.

The question is: what should we do with a Stark who is underage and doesn't seem too smart?

"Do you have any favorites, or hobbies, boy?"

Tony casually found a topic to ask, thinking about how to continue the topic.

However, Pooh suddenly looked over vigilantly, took a step back, and raised his face solemnly.

Then, he said righteously: "Sorry, I'm a serious student. Uncle, we don't have an appointment!"

Tony only felt his blood rushing up, and a mouthful of hot blood was about to spray all over the glass of the car.

"Do I look like that?" he asked angrily.

A smirk flashed quickly in Pooh's eyes, and he said obviously intentionally, "It's quite similar."

Fuck, whose family is this mad kid?

What?It may be your own home!

be patient!

No, I can't help it!

...........................

"You really told him that?"

"God! Pooh! You're still not American! Why can't you even recognize Iron Man!!!!"

In an empty study room with no one there.

Peter hated iron and steel and whispered in Pooh's ear: "Oh my God, Mr. Stark must be mad at you! When he visited the school yesterday afternoon, he also said that you were also on the donation inspection list, and I have already considered subsidizing you with an education fund for college. Think about it, if you have this money, your life will definitely be much better when you go to college in the future. Who knows you... Tell me, what will you do this time? Otherwise, I'll accompany you to apologize? I'm really pissed off."

"Please, please let me take a half-time break, okay! Don't keep talking about me..."

Pooh lay down on the table with a mournful face: "Yesterday he shamelessly ran to my house to sue! I have never seen such a person. Everyone knows that even a child will not go home crying to sue after a fight." It's my parents' fault, but he actually played such dirty tricks unruly!"

Thinking of this, Pooh gritted his teeth: "He told Mrs. Stacey, I skipped class and went down the street to flirt with women! Damn it, talking to the old grandma and teasing the little girl next door who hasn't changed their teeth is called flirting? So Naked and direct revenge! I have never seen anyone more narrow-minded than him!!!”

"Although it was finally clarified later, everyone took turns to scold me for this. Even Gwen... Even after I told her the truth, she laughed at me, saying that there is nothing wrong with being vigilant, but the words are too abrupt, no wonder Others are angry! But I was just joking..."

Peter looked at him sympathetically.

Pooh continued to mutter: "Well, I was wrong, and I already knew I was wrong. I was too narcissistic, thinking that everyone would fall in love with me. However, I really don't blame me for not being able to recognize Iron Man! He is not I like the type, and I haven't paid specific attention to what he looks like. Yesterday, he was not wearing armor, and I swear, if he was wearing armor, I would definitely recognize him!"

"Nonsense, who doesn't know you when you put on armor? There's only one in the United States. By then, a bunch of people will have gathered together, so there's no chance for you!" Peter complained unceremoniously, but after he finished complaining, he stood up. From the standpoint of a good friend, he was still worried: "Mr. Stark, will you be removed from the funding list?"

"Hey!" He sighed, and sighed softly: "So, if you want to seize the opportunity, you must have it when he is not wearing it... Who knows, such a good opportunity, you can actually miss it. ..."

"You are so enlightened, Peter!"

Even if this is the case, Pooh can still squint at the past, seriously tease the language, and ask his friend by the way: "When you don't wear it?"

"Bastard Pooh, what are you thinking again!" Peter almost laughed angrily.

He patted the table and shouted: "I'm serious with you! Things are like this, and you still have the mood to make fun of me?"

"Then what can I do?"

Pooh didn't take it seriously, and said with a look of resignation: "You also said that it was an inspection. Even if I don't offend him, I may not pass the inspection. I'm not as good as you. I really want to apply for an education fund. I I think you are more likely to succeed than me. And...Actually, I don't have high requirements for college... My current career plan is to become a model like my mother!"

"My God, you haven't given up on that unreliable career plan?"

Peter looked at him in disbelief: "Model? Do you know that the minimum height for male models recruited by major agencies is [-]! And you, I remember you were only [-] last year? This year you are two centimeters taller. ?"

"I have grown a centimeter, and I will grow again in the future!"

Pooh gritted his teeth at him unhappily: "I met a good friend a while ago. When he was young, he was less than 1.7 meters, but when he became an adult, he grew to [-]!"

"That's hormones, right?"

Peter had an expression of disbelief: "From ancient times to the present, there are people with such a big mutation. I only know Captain America. Moreover, he is injected with super soldier serum."

"My God! I don't want to talk to you, Peter who poured cold water on you!"

Pooh accused angrily: "You are completely bought by that Iron Man now, you look like a man's backbone team member!"

"No way, Mr. Stark was too nice and personable yesterday."

Peter said with a look of admiration: "He is kind and amiable. Not only did he take the initiative to help me solve some small scientific research problems, but he also promised me that if I have any inventions, he will definitely help me apply for a patent. The one I studied before... …with regard to molecular adhesives, I have been unsure of some complex components…he also did density tests with me…”

Pooh scratched his hair, not very interested.

At this time, the sound of a chair being dragged sounded from behind.

The two turned their heads at the same time.

"Hey, Harry, are you finishing get out of class so soon?" Peter asked in greeting.

Pooh is a little bit tangled, just broke up yesterday, I don't know what expression to put on

"I'm halfway there," Harry replied casually.

He pulled over the chair next to them, sat across from them, and complained annoyedly: "In these few classes, we have been asking everyone to sit in the planetarium and watch the stars... the room is dark, I don't know What's so interesting. After watching it for a while, I want to sleep."

"Who told you to take some astronomy class." Peter shrugged, looking helpless.

Pooh couldn't help it, and grinned secretly.

Harry ignored him at all, and asked Peter directly: "What were you talking about just now?"

Bringing it up sent Peter back into the 'Pooh's an idiot' cycle of repetition.

In a sad tone, he narrated the matter from beginning to end, emphasizing again and again 'what a pity it is to miss this opportunity to deliver to your door', trying to make Harry share his hatred with him.

However, Young Master Harry, who was born in the Osborn family, was obviously not fooled by Chairman Stark and Iron Man's bright halo.

"You also said that it was delivered to your door, which may not be a good thing."

He analyzed very rationally and soberly: "I haven't heard of Mr. Stark's charitable initiatives in education recently. This matter is indeed a bit sudden and strange."

"Aren't you thinking too much? We don't have anything for him to plot! He can't really like Pooh, can he?"

Peter said something nonsense first, but he laughed at this completely unreliable guess: "Hahaha, it's impossible..."

Pooh suddenly raised his head and looked at him strangely.

Harry looked up too, watching him blankly.

Peter was laughing and laughing alone, and gradually felt that something was wrong, so he stopped in embarrassment.

It was quiet inside.

He looked back and forth at the two silent little friends, a look of bewilderment and panic gradually appeared on his face, he couldn't help stammering and repeating: "No...it's impossible, isn't it?"

"We've known each other for so many years, Peter!"

Pooh held his chin in his hands, and concluded solemnly and sadly: "Why don't you believe in my charm?"

"..." Peter seemed frightened.

Harry's face was cold and he didn't smile at all.

After a while, Peter couldn't bear the pressure and asked in a low voice, "Are... are you serious, Pooh?"

With a puff, Harry finally couldn't hold it back, and slapped the table and laughed wildly.

While covering his stomach and laughing, he pointed to Peter and said to Pooh, "Look at him...Look at him, those thick eyebrows, and his expression...It's so funny! It's so deceiving! Hahahaha, die of laughter Me!"

Peter suddenly realized that he had been tricked by two friends.

"Damn it! When you play tricks now, don't you have to check your lines in advance?!"

"Harry and I have always got along! Haven't we, Harry?"

Pooh shrugged, took the opportunity to smile with sparkling eyes, and stretched out his palm naturally.

Harry glanced back with a half-smile, and raised his hands in a cooperating manner.

With a high-five and a firm grip, they reconciled in an instant!

Peter, who was still ignorant of the whole process from the quarrel to the reconciliation of the two friends, only knew that he was being played, and wanted to rush up and beat the two of them violently. Shouting: "You two are such bastards!!"