Everyday life at Midtown High School

"I don't quite understand what you said, what do you mean my dad told your dad?"

In this empty study room, looking at Harry who pulled himself over to say goodbye, but had a bitter expression on his face, Pooh fell into a little confusion.

He slowly sorted out the chaotic thoughts in his head, and slowly asked in doubt: "You mean... because Tony told your father about us? That's why your father let us break up?"

Harry watched him, nodded sadly and said, "Yes."

"What the hell."

Pooh couldn't help but cursed in a low voice.

Harry said equally annoyed, "Indeed, I really don't know what your father means..."

"I didn't scold him, I scolded you."

Pooh cut him off abruptly.

"Call me, why?" Harry was taken aback, his brows furrowed.

"When you were with me, you should have expected this day." Pooh raised his head suddenly, but his expression was surprisingly surprised: "Now, are you going to tell me that you have never considered this situation? ? Just plan to have an underground romance with me?"

"Please, I can't do this to you!"

Harry replied immediately annoyed, but couldn't help frowning.

Then, he shook his head vigorously, patiently, and tried to express his thoughts clearly: "But what I want is to proceed step by step and let things develop slowly. After a few years, we will be older and have more right to speak It's time to confess and face it together, not now, so... so suddenly."

"But it just happened so suddenly," Pooh interjected.

"Yes, but I didn't expect that either."

Harry walked around the room angrily and irritably, muttering: "I really have a plan, I've thought about it, I will take you to my house as often as possible in the future, and see my dad more, day After seeing people for a long time, he will gradually like you and accept you, and then..."

"But I've known you since I was five years old, and I've been playing at your house for more than ten years, and your father never liked me." Pooh interrupted again with some disappointment.

"God, Pooh!"

Harry couldn't stand it and shouted: "What's the matter with you today? Are you against me? Let me choose one of the two? But he is my father!"

"When you just wanted to shirk responsibility and accuse Tony of being a whistleblower, why didn't you think that he is also my father!" Pooh responded tit for tat.

"My God! I didn't mean to blame your father!"

"Hey, don't make me look down on you, Harry! You didn't say that directly because you were trying to make me think that indirectly. Do you think I'm a fool? Do you think I'm smarter than me? Sorry, when IQ is tested in school , I didn't realize how much higher your value is than mine!"

"Are you going to fight with me?"

"No, I plan to officially break up with you now!"

"Pooh!" Harry exclaimed in surprise.

"Didn't you mention this first? Why pretend to be surprised and sad now?"

Pooh stared at him bitterly: "If I had known what you were like, I would not have agreed to you from the very beginning! Harry Osborn, you are so annoying!"

"But what can I do? Tell me! What can I do?"

Harry messed up his blond hair, and walked back and forth like a trapped animal in a state of frustration: "He is my father, and he warned me that if I don't break up, he will never recognize me again! Pooh, I can be nothing Heir, don't want Osborne, but I can't let go of my father! There is no way for people to choose, this is a dilemma. Otherwise, you come and tell me, with your conscience, if you are me, you are me. what to do?"

Pooh looked at him silently, and for a full minute, he didn't say a word.

"You understand too?"

Harry spread his hands in pain and said, "In such a situation, I have no choice at all."

"Yes, I don't know how to choose, but at least..."

Pooh finally spoke.

He said it with difficulty, but at the same time tried to open his big eyes, tilted his head slightly to prevent the tears from flowing out, his tone was almost choked, but he said extremely sharply: "At least, I can choose from one Do or not to do one thing from the beginning, if I choose to do it, then I will be responsible for it to the end, instead of going to ask others, let others tell me, what should I do? How should I choose?"

Harry bit his lower lip, staring at him incredulously.

"Do you think I have no pressure? Do you think I have never encountered difficulties? Do you think I have not paid?"

Pooh seemed to be completely irritated by his previous question, and his emotions suddenly exploded.

He said in a series of anger: "When you were still hiding and hiding, I have stood up and let everyone judge. Because you dare not confront your father, you are trying to transfer the pressure to me, accusing Tony by insinuating When I was 15 years old, I told the truth to Mr. Stacy, who wanted to adopt me. If he refused to adopt me because of this, I still don’t know where I would end up now! But from the beginning to the end..."

"But from the beginning to the end, I never went to find someone, to cry wronged and wronged, saying 'What should you do if it is you instead?' It's ridiculous, what should I do? But for one thing, I What the hell, if I make a decision, I have to stick to it, even if I am unlucky enough to die, then let me die, this is what a normal man should think and do!"

"Now, you ask me what should I do? Don't I have enough things of my own? I have to be responsible for teaching you what to do?"

Harry was stunned.

"In the relationship, do you feel that you are more difficult than me? Do you feel that you have a family and I am an orphan, so you are under more pressure? Do you think that since I have made it public, you should Does it matter more?"

Pooh clenched his teeth angrily: "Then let me tell you now, in this relationship, we are nothing more than equals! When I am with you, countless people will think that I have spoiled you, but have I ever been afraid? No!"

"I have never invested less than you!"

"Besides, I'm not going to run to you and ask you 'What would you do if it was you?' Even if you try a little bit, you are afraid that he will die. I knew it from the time I jumped from the second floor! You can say it directly, but you dare not, insist on saying 'I Can't leave my father'...don't touch me!"

He jumped up abruptly, slapped Harry's outstretched hand away vigorously, and angrily looked like a cat with its body hunched over in a state of complete frenzy, growling vigilantly: "If you're still a man, stand up!" Back up, take on your own life, don't use your father as an excuse, get out and make your own choice, as long as you think it's right, then you won't regret it! Say goodbye to me, and talk about your difficulties at the same time! You want me to help you What do you bear? I tell you, no way! I don't care!"

"In this life, even if I'm really with you, apart from whether your dick is functioning normally, I have nothing to do with any of your other matters, any part of you! You can deal with your own affairs by yourself I'm not your mother!"

Harry was first startled by his anger, and then scolded until he shorted his head completely... dropped the connection.

In the end, he froze there, staring blankly at Pooh.

Pooh gritted his teeth and panted heavily, his big brown eyes were shining with anger, and his cheeks were flushed with anger, brighter than usual.

It's just that he didn't realize it at all, and thought Harry was staring at him, so he immediately stared back without showing weakness.

But after staring back, he was still angry, and looked around again, intending to move the table to hit someone.

But that table was an old-fashioned one, and it was relatively heavy. He moved it a bit, but he didn't move it. He jumped up angrily, turned his head and grabbed the chair again.

This time, he successfully lifted the chair and immediately threw it towards Harry!

Startled, Harry hurried away.

With the loud sound of the chair falling to the ground, he pleaded: "Pooh, don't be like this..."

"Shut up, don't call me Pooh, we don't know each other well."

Pooh gritted his teeth angrily and sadly: "You are really a asshole!"

However, just when one of them was angry and the other was at a standstill at a loss...

"?"

A voice rang out hesitantly, and a teacher wearing glasses stood at the door, looking at them both with a surprised expression: "Are you two...are you fighting?"

Harry's expression remained in a dazed state, looking at the teacher with a mentally retarded expression, not knowing how to explain it at all.

"I didn't fight... I didn't fight..."

Pooh on the other end bit his lip hard and said aggrievedly, but after holding it for so long, he still couldn't help it. He said that he didn't fight, but cried out with a wow, and burst into tears instantly.

The teacher was completely confused: "Hey, wait, don't cry, I didn't say anything to you, did I?!"

"I... I didn't fight..."

Pooh was already crying like a fountain, he couldn't stop at all, his mind was fuzzy, and he only remembered this sentence.

"Okay, okay, you didn't hit!"

"I... I didn't fight..."

"Yes, yes, you didn't hit it, the chair flew over by itself."

"I... I didn't fight..."

three hours later.

"This time, I'll give you two visible donuts..."

For the first time in his life, Tony, who was suddenly found by the school as a parent, looked at his crying son with a bit of freshness, handed over a box of donuts, but deliberately laughed at his misfortune and said, "God, I really didn't raise him." a daughter?"

"It's all your fault!"

Pooh, who was led back to the Avengers Building by Tony, was not in such a bad mood after crying.

He rubbed his eyes indiscriminately, his eyes were red, and asked very annoyed, "Why did you go to Mr. Osborne to inform?"

"Informant?" Tony raised his eyebrows subconsciously, and asked with a look of disdain, "That kid Harry told you that?"

"He didn't say that directly," Pooh replied.

"That's indirect?" Tony asked with a sneer.

"He's not lying!" Pooh said unhappy.

"Oh, you still defend him, so how do you respond to him?"

Tony stood up, poured himself a glass of wine casually, and asked casually, "Aren't you and your little lover behind your back accusing me of being nosy?"

"How could I do that!"

Pooh said angrily: "Of course I'm the only one who can scold my father!"

Caught off guard, Tony squirted out a sip of wine that was in his mouth with a 'poof'.

"You...you still want to scold me?"

He himself didn't know what he was stammering. While wiping the remaining liquid from the corners of his lips with the back of his hand, he was surprised and moved at the same time. Looking at this son, the expression on his face also became very strange.

"You haven't said it yet, why are you going to inform me? If you do something wrong, I will definitely not speak well of you."

Pooh, who was still sad, didn't notice the change in his expression at all, and continued to ask stubbornly.

"Okay, I did do it on purpose."

Tony rarely glanced at Pooh with a guilty conscience, but he still chose to tell the truth.

He said sincerely: "When I checked your information, I found that you have come out publicly, but that boy Harry has not. While dating you, he is still pretending to be a straight man on the surface. I am not happy. "

"So... just because you're unhappy?"

"Well...Actually, I still don't like him a bit. Who told you to treat him...better than me."

"Because of this...you're going to Mr. Osborne to expose us?"

Pooh asked incredulously.

"Actually, I just want to make a deal with him and ask him how much he can sell his son to me. You can treat it as an alternative marriage proposal. I'm also helping you..."

Tony quibbled and said: "But Norman is too rigid, has no sense of humor, and can't take jokes. He just said goodbye to me."

Pooh didn't know what to say at all.

He suddenly felt an emotion called despair:

Boyfriend is an asshole who hasn't grown up!

Dad is also an asshole who hasn't grown up!

How can the future be any better?