Everyday life at Midtown High School

Pooh came home humming a song.

He is not tall and strong, and there is still a little boyishness on his face. He ran and danced happily all the way, and sang songs. His energetic appearance made passers-by couldn't help but smile knowingly.

In the evening, he took the initiative to report the results of today's conversation to Mr. George Stacey.

This seemingly calm, open-minded, and generous policeman, in fact, deep down, really wants to arrest Tony Stark, the guy who robbed his child with him again!grab it!Moreover, it's the kind that grabs it and shuts it down for decades...

In short, it can't be like the last time, after being locked up for less than two hours, Miss Stark's CEO stepped on high heels and led a whole team of lawyers to pick him up smoothly.

Pooh, however, has good news.

The father and son who just met each other slowly got in touch and discussed. In the end, Tony agreed that he would live with Stacey as before, but he must live with him at least two days a week. At the same time, the guardian Power must also be transferred.

Although Sergeant Stacey was not particularly satisfied, she was relieved to learn of the result.

In fact, he didn't want Pooh to have to choose between his adoptive father and his biological father, which is very cruel for a child.Therefore, he was mentally prepared to compromise a long time ago, even considering the worst scenario, for example, Tony insisted that Pooh cut off relations with them and so on...

Fortunately, things did not develop to that point.

Mr. Stacey couldn't help feeling a little bit fond of the legendary self-centered and self-willed Stark, really only a little bit.

"I also begged him not to let the outside world know of my existence for the time being."

Pooh explained embarrassingly: "After all, he is Iron Man, and he always feels a little stressed. But I have to say, my request is a bit rude, but fortunately, Tony agreed with a good temper."

"It's nothing, Pooh."

Mr. Stacey patted his head and said, "Actually, I am very relieved that you have not been confused by the superficial vanity, but have always been sober. The most important thing is that you still have the basic awareness of self-protection."

"No, you overestimate me...I just think..."

Pooh struggled for a while in a low voice, and then said: "Well, I'm a little inferior, George. Tony... He entered the undergraduate department of the Department of Electrical Engineering at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology when he was 15 years old, and finally graduated with the highest score .Compared with him, I seem a little too ordinary."

"Anyone who compares with him is probably a little ordinary."

Mr. Stacey sighed helplessly and said: "Although I don't want to say that, Tony Stark is indeed the most powerful genius in this century. So, you really don't have to compare with him, Pooh, you are also very good. correct……"

He suddenly remembered something, raised his tone slightly, and said excitedly: "Do you remember? Your mother told me that when you were seven years old, you participated in the children's spelling bee and won No.10!"

Pooh, who was not comforted at all, looked at him with an expression that was about to cry: "But she must not have told you that it was a community competition, and there were only eleven children participating."

Ok.

Anyway...there is no such thing as 'the father is a genius, the son must be a genius' in the world, isn't it?

But some apparently don't think so.

"Why did I give birth to a son like you?"

Norman Osborn stared at Harry icily.

He tried to suppress his anger, for the sake of this being his only son, he didn't intend to speak too harshly.

But sometimes, the extremely disappointed look in the father's eyes is probably more hurtful than [-] curse words.

"You're nothing like me, Harry."

Then, straight to the point, he said to Harry: "Go finish your boring love games and say goodbye to that Pooh guy tomorrow."

"Dad?" Harry raised his head in shock, and asked involuntarily, "How do you know?"

"Yeah, how do I know?" Norman Osborn looked even colder: "His father came to provoke him, but I was the last to know. It's a good job, Harry Osborn, you managed to let Your old man has lost enough face!"

Harry closed his eyes, a look of helplessness and weakness unconsciously appeared on his face.

And this obviously angered Norman even more.

He looked at the son with an almost disgusted look, and almost didn't want to say a word to him.

Then, when he slammed the door and left, in the end, he barely left a sentence: "My son, Osborne's heir, is absolutely impossible to be a gay with AIDS."

'But being gay doesn't equal AIDS, Dad...'

Harry really wanted to stand up, explain and persuade rationally and calmly, but for a person who longed for his father since he was a child, it was difficult for him to have the courage to say even the slightest objection.

He could only sit alone in his room, shaking his fingers, and lit a cigarette.

How long have you been dating Pooh?It's not even half a semester, but this is the sweetest time in his memory. From time to time, they seize the time to get together, as close as a pair of conjoined twins.

Now, is it over?finished?

'I don't want to leave him. '

He thought so from the bottom of his heart, but at the same time felt helpless.

Just like most plants cannot leave the soil, he also cannot resist the father who gave birth to him and raised him.

What's more, since he was born, the education he received was to 'become a qualified heir to the Osborne family and satisfy his father', so if he violated this, it would be like completely overturning all his previous hard work and hard work. Insist on spiritual beliefs.

He lowered his head and smoked in despair, the cigarette butt fell all over the floor, filling the room with smoke, until his eyes gradually blurred.

So, on the second day, he really broke up with Pooh.

For... Pooh, who is still immersed in the initial friendly interaction with his biological father and looking forward to the future happily...

This incident was a blow to the head, and he was instantly stunned.

"are you serious?"

He was so surprised that some of his voice changed a little, his eyes widened, but he tried to smile, his tone seemed relaxed, but he asked dryly, "Is today April Fool's Day? Or, what kind of prank are you playing with someone? Please, don't tease me like that, Harry, it's not funny."

"……it is true."

Harry answered softly with difficulty.

Pooh raised his head involuntarily and looked at him seriously.

On that fair face, the dark circles under the eyes are frighteningly large, as if he had specially painted smoky makeup, and his lips were a little chapped, and there was still a lingering smell of cigarettes on his body. The status is very wrong.

Pooh clenched his fists angrily, pinched his palms fiercely with his nails, and took a deep breath before calming himself down.

"fuck you, Harry!"

He gritted his teeth, but before he could hold back, he swears a bad word, gestures his middle finger, and with provocative eyes, he said angrily in a seemingly rational but actually annoyed tone: "Tell me if you have the guts!" Reason, let me die, asshole!"