Everyday life at Midtown High School

Peter has always admired Pooh's courage, the kind of courage that is fearless despite having nothing.

He is full of action, and he is never afraid to pursue what he wants. Whenever he has an idea, he will not hesitate to think about the question of "should I do it?" Instead, he will directly enter the stage of "how to do it".

"At this point, my mother and I are really not at all alike."

Pooh once laughed and laughed at himself and said: "My mother has a serious choice disorder. When she hesitated between 'abortion' and 'birth' for seven or eight months, I was born happily."

So, now he can hold a paper bag of bird and snake bread, walk up to the man who wants to strike up a conversation with a big smile and a big smile, and greet him very familiarly and warmly: "Hi!"

"...are you calling me?"

Steve, who was sitting and distracted, looked around, showing a somewhat dazed expression.

He raised his head and looked at the somewhat familiar looking boy standing in front of him with some doubts in his eyes.

"Bread tasting event."

Pooh gave him a friendly smile and gestured with a paper bag.

Steve smiled back reflexively.

After receiving a good response, Pooh became calmer.

He smiled, hugged the paper bag to his chest with his arms, bent slightly, stretched out his other hand, and grabbed Steve's hand on his lap very naturally.

This move stunned Steve.

He wanted to get out of the way, but he was worried that his actions would appear radical, or in other words, too out of date in this unfamiliar modern society.

Therefore, such a moment of hesitation gave the other party a chance to make progress...

"Hey, it's actually so much bigger than my hand?"

Pooh put his hand on it with great interest, pretending to make a comparison while talking to himself.

"You..." Steve raised his eyebrows strangely and looked at him suspiciously.

If an adult man does this kind of thing, he will usually be disgusted by others, but a harmless young and beautiful boy with pure curiosity and kindness in his eyes, like a little puppy sniffing around, will only make people feel disgusted. People find it funny and cute.

But Steve was still not suitable for this sudden contact, and he subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand.

At the same time, Pooh also quit as soon as he saw it, stopped the kind of weird comparison, and said with a smile: "Wait a minute..."

His calm performance suddenly made Steve embarrassed to take his hand away.

So Pooh continued to take Steve's hand calmly, turned his wrist with the other hand, took out a piece of bird snake bread from the paper bag in his arms with a little difficulty, bent down again, and put the bread gently In Steve's palm.

Then, with a smile on his face, he warmly greeted him familiarly: "Come, try it, and give me suggestions after eating."

Steve looked at this somewhat familiar boy in bewilderment, his face was full of doubts, and his mind was almost overwhelmed by doubts:

Are people in the new century so careless?

It's ok... Just grab someone on the street and deliver bread?

Once again Pooh was smart enough to see his doubts.

He held up the paper bag with a smile, and lied very smoothly: "Help me, buddy! I'm working part-time, eh...tasting event! Our boss needs more people's advice on tasting."

Steve, who is still not familiar with modern life, is dubious.

But as a super soldier, he is confident that a piece of bread will not do anything to him.Moreover, he was really not very good at rejecting other people's requests for help. Under Pooh's half-expected pleading gaze, he took a bite of bread.

"delicious."

The fluffy taste of the bread and just the right amount of sweetness made him feel slightly relaxed, and the corners of his lips curled up, saying very sincerely.

However, the next moment.

Pooh took out a pen from his schoolbag and began to write something quickly in his notebook.

With Steve's surprised expression on his face, he began to explain seriously: "It's like this, sir. I'm going to make a customer opinion form. Later, I need your help to fill in some basic information and review the sample bread. Suggestions. Of course, we guarantee that your information will not be misused, and if there is any problem, you can pursue our legal responsibility at any time."

Steve was a little confused:

After eating bread, you need to fill in the information?

But Pooh didn't give him time to think at all, and he handed the notebook to the tip of his nose neatly: "Look, the content to be filled is very simple, just a few! What's your name? What's the id of Twitter or K? What's your phone number? Favorite color? Favorite song? Height? Blood type? Do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend? Is it convenient to leave your home address? We occasionally send small gifts... Come, fill it in!"

wtf? ? ?

Steve, with a question mark above his head, really didn't know what to say.

After a while, he asked with a wry smile, "Can I leave it blank?"

"But you've already eaten the bread!"

Pooh widened his beautiful big eyes, pretending to accuse.

"My God! I finally know what the phrase 'There's no such thing as a free lunch' means."

Steve held up the bitten bird and snake bread in his hand, with a funny and helpless look on his face.

Pooh immediately smiled slyly, without the shame of having his plot exposed.

Instead, he winked mischievously at the other party, clearly showing an expression of 'I did it on purpose', those big warm brown eyes, the long eyelashes gently undulating, playful and enthusiastic, making people My heart is about to tremble.

"Get acquainted, handsome guy, I'm Vinevich." He introduced himself lively.

Staring at those big warm brown eyes that were smart and enthusiastic, Steve finally remembered where he had seen him before.

In the Smithsonian Museum, in the US team's special museum, the boy who claimed to "want to be held in the arms of the captain".

For a moment, Steve couldn't help lowering his head in a disguised manner.

It's really... embarrassing and laughable.

Recalling the "rhetoric words" the child made in the exhibition hall, combined with the current situation...

If you still can't see the almost naked intentions of the other party, you are really a fool.

It was the first time in his life that the captain who had been teased by women was being teased by a boy.

... the mood is really complicated.

He felt completely inexperienced in this.

Of course, even if it was a woman, he didn't have much experience, and he really didn't know how to respond, so it wouldn't be rude.

Moreover, as an 'old man', subconsciously, he is always more tolerant of children.Even the other party's sexual orientation, in his opinion, is a bit 'weird'.But Natasha has already spoken at length about whether this sexual orientation is normal from genetics, or what psychology says about it.

(Natasha: I worked so hard to popularize science to help the captain come out bravely... Uh, did you actually ask for someone else?)

However, the care psychology of the elders for the younger is ignored.

From his point of view, the young man in front of him is hard to be hated.He is so real and vivid, whether it is facing his own sexuality, or the current strike up...

Even if he knew he was playing tricks.

But from the beginning to the end, he gave people a very sincere impression, that is a sincere feeling of "I just want to get to know you", without making people feel cheated and offended.

This made Steve even more at a loss as to how to decline.

"Please, don't be like this! I shouldn't be so annoying, am I?"

Maybe Steve was silent for too long, Pooh suddenly said softly.

He suppressed his smile, and explained seriously in a low voice: "It's just filling in some general information. If you don't want to write it, you don't have to write it, or... fill in randomly to deceive me?"

"Hey, don't frown, and don't be embarrassed!"

He took the initiative to persuade gently: "Today... just treat it as a passer-by friend, okay?"

It's really hard to feel bad for a young, beautiful and cute boy who begs so kindly.

Steve couldn't help but soften his heart.

He thought about it, and finally couldn't bear the disappointment of the other party, and reached out to take the notebook and pen.

But when he lowered his head and was about to write, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the boy excitedly pumping his fist in the air. The childish look of surprise almost made him laugh.

Whatever the reason, being liked is a good thing.

"Steve...Steve? Your name is Steve!!? Wow, I really like this name, it's the same name as Captain America."

While he was filling it out, Pooh kept standing beside him and excitedly murmured: "How much I want to change my name to Steve! But my mother firmly disagrees. No way, she likes Captain America more than Captain America." A genderless Winnie the Pooh."

Steve couldn't help raising his head, smiling at him with a tolerant look like looking at a child.

This made Pooh feel inexplicably embarrassed, and he seemed a little silly when he was so excited.

Steve filled in quickly, because many questions were left empty.

For example, Twitter or k's id or something, he doesn't even know what it is.As for other things that were too private, he didn't plan to write them out, he just filled in three or four questions randomly.

But Pooh took the notebook and saw a line of serious numbers in the cell phone number at a glance, and he was immediately satisfied.

At this time, the voice of the subway station announcement sounded.

It's time to arrive!

He hurriedly stuffed the notebook and pen back, and quickly took out a piece of bread from the paper bag and bit it in his mouth...

Then, without any refusal, he stuffed the remaining paper bag of bread into Steve's arms.

Steve: ? ? ?

"Take it for supper! I'll call you!"

Biting the bread, Pooh waved his hands backwards and yelled indistinctly.

Then, before Steve could react, he turned around sharply, ran away quickly, and jumped out lightly at the last moment when the car door closed.

Steve held the bag of bread dumbfoundingly, but turned his head involuntarily, and looked out the car window...

The subway started slowly, the boy bit the bread, grinningly ran after the car for two steps, and knocked on the window

When the car gradually drove away, the captain's super soldier's eyesight could still see clearly. He stood in place, first made a gesture of making a call, and then made a heart shape with his fingers on his chest. Those brown pair of Big eyes, full of smiles...

The heart of Old Antique during World War II was really overwhelmed.

"Children nowadays, they can play better than Bucky..."

However, he didn't have much ambiguous feelings in his heart.In his opinion, Pooh is too young, so that he only has a shallow worry in his heart, "Is this kid going to strike up a conversation with someone who looks good, and will he be cheated in the future?"

In the end, he let out a long sigh, looked at the bag of bread that was forced over him with a headache, and was speechless.

In contrast, Pooh is super happy.

That night, he kept humming even while washing the dishes.

So much so that Gwen couldn't help but ran into his room, and asked curiously, "Did you... win the lottery?"

"Better than that!"

Pooh couldn't restrain the upturn of his lips, and said cheerfully, "I met a handsome guy I like on the subway."

"Well, then?"

Gwen raised her eyebrows with a restrained smile, and asked.

"I struck up a conversation, asked for contact information, and sent a bag of buns as a gift by the way."

Pooh stated in a calm tone on purpose, but his brows and eyes were in high spirits, and it was hard to hide a touch of satisfaction.

Gwen couldn't help but want to laugh.

But she still held back, put on the appearance of her sister, crossed her arms, and poured cold water pretending to be serious: "But what does this represent?"

"Represents... the possibility of further development?" Pooh replied with his big eyes twinkling.

Then, before Gwen started frowning disapprovingly, he said very optimistically: "Yeah, I see what you're trying to say, honey! Maybe he's not gay at all, maybe he won't like me in the future. But it's okay, I'm just enjoying it This kind of happy feeling of 'going to like someone', and my life motto has always been..."

"Cherish the present, enjoy the moment!"

Gwen interfaced skillfully and helped him finish the sentence.

"Yep!" Pooh snapped his fingers neatly, his eyes brightened: "That's it!"

"Remember to protect yourself," Gwen reminded.

"Don't worry." Pooh responded with a smile, deliberately teasing her with evil intentions: "I ordered a box of durex!"

"My God! Pooh!" Gwen blushed, grabbed the pillow and threw it at him.

"Gwen, pay attention to your school goddess image..." Pooh laughed and tried to dodge.

Outside the door, the Stacy couple passing by showed surprise on their faces.

"Uh... that voice is Gwen?"

Mr. George Stacey held the water glass in one hand, pointed at it with the other, turned his head blankly and asked: "I remember, she has been very quiet these years."

Mrs. Stacey suppressed her surprise, smiled softly and replied, "That was a long time ago."

She took the opportunity to scold her workaholic husband tactfully: "Since Pooh came, she has been much more lively."

"Pooh? That child is really rare, and it's good." The shrewd and sharp-tongued Mr. Police Chief looked pleased, but concluded dryly with few words: "...It's good, it's good!"