Everyday life at Midtown High School

When the press conference was halfway through, the Green Goblin, who had been fighting with Spider-Man recently and dressed up as a non-mainstream, suddenly rushed in on a glider, threw a pumpkin bomb, and snatched the news of the current president of Osborne. Soon to be the latest hot news.

The media were going crazy with joy, before Harry Osborn came out in public, and then the Green Goblin abducted people in public.

For at least ten days, there is no need to worry that the newspaper will not sell, and there will be no daily news.

They were as excited as chicken blood, and excitedly began to analyze this matter from various angles, what's the 'Green Goblin is a homophobic'; A love triangle where Harry falls in love with someone else' and all that gibberish.

Regarding this, everyone couldn't help but think: "Compared with the Green Goblin, it is obvious that the boy with big brown eyes and good looks is easier for everyone to accept!" '

Ignore these imaginary things.

Norman Oss was about to go crazy with anger. He never dreamed that he had only suspended animation for a few days, and that his son not only reunited with the child from the Stark family, but even came out openly for him!

"You've been a disappointment, as always, Harry."

The Green Goblin, or Norman Osborn, threw his son in his hands to the ground, and said in a contemptuous tone.

"Then learn from me and don't have any hope from today on."

While getting up from the ground, Harry looked sideways at his father in some embarrassment, but said unceremoniously.

Norman immediately looked at him in amazement, apparently not expecting to hear such rebellious words from his always obedient son.

"You seem to have changed a bit," Norman murmured thoughtfully.

"People get, like, learn to stop expecting from people who don't deserve it." Harry pushed back hard again.

He looked at Norman with a pale face, with a toughness and indifference that was different from before: "Are you not showing your true colors to me, Dad?"

"You guessed it! But what tone are you talking about now? You are actually resenting me, your father?" Norman couldn't help raising his eyebrows and said angrily.

"Ha, didn't my father die a long time ago? Since you abandoned me, don't come back." Harry said coldly.

"You never dared to talk to me like that before, Harry! What kind of soup did the Stark boy feed you?"

Under the effect of the voice changer, Norman's voice was mechanically cold and cruel: "That shameless boy, besides making you fall in love with men like a bitch, what else is there for you? "

"What a good question."

Harry pursed his lips, lowered his head and patted the dust on his body, raised his head, stared at Norman with those blue eyes and replied: "When I celebrated my birthday, he didn't ask the secretary to send me a bottle of whiskey in a perfunctory way, even the bottle of whiskey in it. The attached card hasn’t been changed, it’s still a ‘gift to Norman Osborn’, but they came here specially to have fun with me all day, is this considered a good thing?”

"I don't expect you to have any novel insights other than that feeling called 'weakness,'" Norman said sarcastically.

"Yeah, you don't like me like that! You want me to be an emotionless robot, a cold-blooded bastard like you," Harry yelled angrily.

"Come on! What do you know!"

Norman suddenly raged and said loudly: "How can you understand me before I tell you the truth? Understand the great cause I work for. Let me tell you, it's not only for me, but also for you! Harry Osborne, isn't your hand twitching by now?"

Startled, Harry raised his hand subconsciously.

In front of his eyes, several fingers were trembling slightly.

"Yes, that's it." Norman said coldly.

Then, he took off his helmet abruptly, revealing the green head under the helmet, and said to Harry: "The Osborn family has an inherited disease, the proliferation of retroviruses, after reaching a certain age..."

Harry stared at him in shock, and blurted out, "I'm going to be disfigured?"

At this moment, Norman's expression is hard to describe. If I had to describe it, it would probably be a kind of hatred of 'you can only think of this', and 'Is your mind full of shit, trash' Strong resentment.

"After the onset, not only is it ruined..."

Norman paused, and continued to say indifferently: "Not only will you be disfigured, but you will die!"

Harry stared blankly at his father.

After a while, he calmed down the chaotic emotions, and asked calmly: "Then are you sick?"

"Yes." Norman replied.

"Are you going to die?" Harry continued.

"No, I injected a serum and survived temporarily." Norman replied.

Then, he pointed to his greenish skin and his hideous face, and said simply: "But there's something wrong with the serum, I've become what you see, and I'm like this now...Listen, I can't help it In this way, I will continue to manage the Osborne Group, so I can only choose to die."

"That serum..."

Harry recalled his father's behavior after he became the Green Goblin, and asked speculatively, "It has something to do with Spider-Man?"

"That's right. I've always wanted to catch him and develop a real serum for relief, but the damn S.H.I.E.L.D. has buried a lot of people near his house." Norman said angrily.

Harry lowered his head, already vaguely guessing about Spider-Man's identity.

Norman continued: "You have enough wisdom, Harry, but you never use him, your weak character, and too much emotion, and that damn Stark son, all hinder your growth .”

"Pooh didn't get in my way," Harry retorted instinctively.

"Shut up." Norman was instantly irritated.

He rushed forward, grabbed Harry by the collar, and pushed him against the wall.

"I warned you, Harry!"

He said fiercely word by word: "My son must not be gay!"

"Sorry, I'm bent!" Harry said through gritted teeth.

"Then find a way to straighten it." Norman said coldly.

Then he picked up the helmet and put it back on his head.

"This is also a disease. If you can't heal yourself, then I will help you cure it."

1 minute later, he locked Harry in a room with Spiderman's girlfriend Gwen.

Gwen who was captured: ...wtf? ? ?

"Your father is really useless! He has the ability to go to my boyfriend to beat him. Bullying me is nothing serious."

The blond girl taunted Harry angrily.

"Please, Gwen, please let me be quiet." Harry, who was completely in no mood to think about who the boyfriend Gwen was talking about, and who was not as arrogant as before, gritted his teeth and shrank in a corner.

He said in a trembling tone on the verge of eruption: "For Pooh's sake...Damn it, it's not you who is being fed the little blue pill now!"

"Uh..." Gwen couldn't help restraining her anger, and involuntarily stepped forward and asked, "Are you really okay?"

There was a look of worry on this good girl's face, but she could only look helplessly at Harry's pale face and sweat dripping from his forehead, and stammered, "What can I help you with? No, forget it." , This kind of help, I probably can't help... Otherwise, I will turn my back and promise not to peek, yourself... Uh, help yourself... God, what can I say? If my dad knows, he will definitely Knowing how to draw a gun...how can I do this!"

Harry gritted his teeth and ignored her.

Then, she started walking around by herself, probably to relieve tension, and kept mumbling incoherently: "By the way, and Pooh, if something really happened to you, how should I explain to Pooh? God, God Ah! I really don't want to hear Pooh come back to me and complain about something like my boyfriend accidentally abolished it... He is an asshole occasionally, and he once said something to me, and he doesn't want to be top at all."

Harry's whole body was about to collapse.

He never knew that Pooh's sister was actually a chatterbox?

"Shut up, Gwen!"

Harry couldn't bear to curse in a low voice: "Turn your back!"

"What? You really want to do it?"

Gwen screamed in disbelief: "I was being polite just now, just talking about it, you can't be as patient as you were just now...can you continue to hold back?"

If God is so polite, should you be polite in this kind of thing?Still holding back! ? ?

Harry wondered if he should praise the Staceys for their excellent tutors.

He gritted his teeth and yelled again in a low voice: "Fuck, I...I can't hold it anymore"

Gwen turned away in a panic, flushed, and couldn't help muttering, "Your father is a jerk, Harry! God, I'm in the same room with my brother's boyfriend...Damn! Damn! hell!"

On the other end, Spider-Man found the Avengers Building.

"In addition to kidnapping Harry, the Green Goblin also kidnapped my girlfriend Gwen."

He said anxiously and worriedly.

I was a little anxious at first, but because Harry had told me that the Green Goblin was Norman's Pooh, I wasn't too worried.

After all, no matter how bastard Norman was, he wouldn't hurt his own son. At most, he would be the same old way, forcing Harry to leave him.

So, he wasn't that panicked yet.

Instead, Spider-Man came and said 'Norman kidnapped Gwen. '

and many more?

Kidnapped my girlfriend Gwen?

My girlfriend...Gwen?

Gwen? !

Pooh turned the sentence around in his head several times.

An inspiration exploded in his head in an instant, and he shouted dumbfounded: "Peter?"

"Yeah, it's me." Peter's soft voice came from under the red and blue mesh hood.

He said apologetically, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but Pooh, I'm also confused. This thing is very complicated, very complicated, and it develops very fast, very fast, so I haven't had time. In short , it's a long story..."

"Stop, we'll discuss this later, let's talk about the Green Goblin first."

Tony stopped Peter's eloquent explanation in time, and asked with a confused face: "But, who of you will explain the situation to me from the beginning to the end? What Green Goblin, what Harry, and who is your girlfriend?" , how did it get mixed in?"