What is it like to study at Midtown High School?

"B, B, C, C, B, and an A." Peter stared at my report card, then suddenly raised his head, "Alan Parker! Here is your report card!"

"Otherwise?" I lay on the bed and read comics, pretending not to be interested in Peter's movements.

Peter poked at my report card: "Here's an A! A!"

"You poke it again and Peter will be gone!" I couldn't take it anymore, and turned my back to him.

Peter immediately withdrew his hands, carefully pressed the torn-out note under the book, and rushed to bed, "Aunt Mei will be very pleased if she can see this."

"Well, Mom would be happier if she knew her nephew was the famous Spider-Man."

"Hey!"

"It's not negotiable." I don't want to see my mother asking about the monthly exam results naturally at this time next month. It is only serious to try to erase the fact that "students still need exams" from her memory.

"Okay, Alan...can I ask you a favor?" Peter pouted and continued to ask.

"say."

"Um, do you want to go to the masquerade party for the school festival?"

"Can't our first graders participate...wait a minute, you?" I rolled over and glared at Peter.

Peter smiled awkwardly and nodded.

"My God, you really didn't find a dance partner?!" I looked at Peter up and down, and I didn't think Low was in such a desperate situation. "Where's the famous eye girl in your class?"

"...she's lesbian."

hehe.I lay back and said, "Then give up, it's fine to stay at home."

"Alan~" Peter knelt on the bed and clasped his hands together, "If I really don't go, I will definitely be treated as a joke by the whole grade."

You are about the same now, right?

I buried my head under the book and refused to accept it: "Then you can't harm me, even if I cover my face, I don't want girls, okay—have you ever seen a 16-year-old girl with such flat breasts except Meera?"

wait!I slowly exposed my head and said calmly, "Maybe I can help you ask Meera if she would like to go with you."

Peter was grateful.

"Prom?" Meera looked at me. "Dance?"

"Hmm." I nodded repeatedly.

Meera shook her head slowly: "I'm not interested. I don't plan to participate in the school festival. Dad helped me find a general subject teacher to help me with tutoring."

When Meera first came to the class, many people speculated whether she was a genius girl with an IQ of [-] that surpassed you, me, and him. Because of contempt for the level of all her peers, she leapfrogged to high school to take classes.But Mela slapped them in the face with reality. She did worse than me, almost at the bottom.

"I haven't had much class," Meera explained to us.

Others naturally didn't believe it, but Nick and I looked at each other, and we both knew there was a special reason for Meera.

Doctor Strange himself seems to attach great importance to his daughter's grades. Of course, even if he is very intelligent and knowledgeable, he is unlikely to tutor high school knowledge, so he immediately hired a general teacher for Meera to tutor her daughter's studies.

Mela showed us a tutorial book that was half as tall as her: "Now I regret why I recognized him."

Having said that, Meera was still rushing to the lessons without stopping.

I was once curious as a girl who aspires to become a prophet, why she cares about these exams that are basically floating clouds for them, but I faintly felt the role of Doctor Strange behind the scenes.

Special populations - I mean magicians, mutants and other people with strange abilities. Their life in this modern society is not completely safe. Naturally, they may have the ability of invulnerability, the ability to travel faster than the speed of light, but once The vast majority of ordinary people unanimously agree to be xenophobic, and they may not be able to gain an advantage.

For example, Mera, once her ability to meet the future is known to the outside world, Hydra, S.H.I.E.L.D., or any other organization will want to take her as their own.

They need to learn how to live without their special abilities.

As I thought about it, I suddenly felt weird.

They, they, they should actually say "we".

Seeing that Meera decisively rejected Peter's request, I had no choice but to go back and reply him like this.

Peter was frustrated for 5 minutes, and then turned his mind on me: "Alan, it's a masquerade party, I promise no one will recognize you—including Sam!"

"Are you asking me to dress up as a mummy?" I was amused.

Peter answered immediately: "Do you agree?"

"I reject!"

Peter was moved across the table: "For the sake of my hard work to help you with tutoring?"

I have a hard heart: "I am willing to be Ava's dance partner."

Peter held back the report card: "Then I will tell Aunt May about your grades."

I was unimpressed: "Whatever—maybe she will act me."

"Last month."

"... I've already burned last month's report card~"

Peter took out a note gloomyly: "Sorry, I made a copy."

"..."

Who is this! ! !

Seeing that I was about to lift the table, Peter quickly jumped on the table and held me down: "Alan, you can do me this favor! I guarantee that no one will recognize you, okay?"

I glared at him: "I don't want to be a mummy in summer!"

"I promise it's not a mummy!"

Then how do you guarantee that no one will recognize me?

Peter whispered his plan in my ear, and the more I listened, the expression became more subtle.

This kid... can do it.

I'm still a little embarrassed: "Only this once."

Peter nodded: "This is not an example!"

"Okay, just sign the non-disclosure agreement."

On the day of the school anniversary, neither Nick nor Mela came to participate in activities such as handicraft exhibitions and food courts. Naturally, I would not go out with other students, so I ate slowly and satiated at various food stalls alone. I have to say The craftsmanship of the seniors is still good, but why do everyone like to make fruit salad?

Peter and Luke made a gadget together to participate in the tech show, I respect their friendship, I clearly remember the last time Peter and Luke attended the tech show together, Peter tossed a meeting to keep devouring The brick man who stopped growing up...

But this time their work seems to be normal.

Peter talked to me about how to use their machine to make small non-polluting fireworks. I watched it for a while and thought it was quite interesting, especially attracting the attention of girls. I stood there for less than 2 minutes and there were seven or eight girls Surrounded by them, it set off the bleakness of the booth next door.

I kindly went over to have a look, and found that my dear friend made a small fort that can pop paper balls into waves. Cannon, the reduction rate is really high!"

"What is that?" Someone behind me suddenly patted my shoulder.

I looked back and was startled to see a guy in a Spider-Man uniform behind me.

I looked at Peter immediately, and Peter seemed to be startled, but he calmed down immediately. I looked at the "Spiderman" and saw something was wrong—he was at least half a head taller than Peter.

The fake Spider-Man laughed and took off his headgear. Underneath was Fisher's face. He patted me on the shoulder triumphantly: "Alan Parker? Is that what you call him? Peter Parker's weak brother ? Feel free to visit, Spider-Man will patrol for you!"

I was speechless as I watched Fisher in a Spider-Man cosplay—yes, I suspect it was the same one I had been pitched to—and he even went to show it off to Peter.

I suddenly remembered that Ferrisa is a die-hard fan of Spider-Man. If one day he learns that Peter is Spider-Man, how will he react?

With this interesting conjecture, I went to the food street to eat again, almost when they were going to close the stalls, that is, when the masquerade party was about to start, I clapped my hands slowly and walked towards the agreed place with Peter .

In the men's room, Peter had already put on his clothes and was waiting for me with a large bag of things.

I twitched the corner of my mouth: "Why this body?"

Peter looked at his outfit and shrugged helplessly: "I don't like wearing long coats or suits."

Ok.

Peter hurriedly stuffed it to me: "Go and change it, I'll go outside and give you a lookout."

I took the bag and got into a compartment, and started to put on this cumbersome equipment. While putting on the parts on my body, I silently complained: "Can't you learn from Iron Man and get a fully automatic one?"

It took me about 10 minutes to put on the "costume", and I could barely see anything after I put it on, so I had to open the door and walk out, only to bump into a person.

"Peter?" I was startled, and while helping him up, I stretched out my hands to adjust my head, and through the gaps in my eyes, I saw a thin boy being held in my hands.

"Sorry, I recognized the wrong person." I quickly let go and apologized.

The other party ignored me with a gloomy face, and hurriedly zipped up the schoolbag and left.

I froze for a moment.

Although it was just a short glance, I seemed to see what was in that boy's schoolbag?

I shook my heavy head and slowly moved out.

Peter was standing outside waiting for me, and when he saw me coming out, he showed a very silly smile: "Alan! We will definitely overwhelm the audience!"

"Stop talking nonsense, help me see how I can see the way."

Peter quickly took a closer look at my "clothing", then heaved a sigh of relief, and adjusted the joint with a screwdriver: "Okay, maybe the overlapping part is wrong."

I looked outside again, confirmed that it was correct, and walked towards the venue with Peter.

Peter was still telling me how not to be identified, but I was impatient, so I interrupted him casually: "Do you know the boy who went out before me?"

Peter thought about it carefully: "I seem to have seen it before, but I can't say I know it."

[Small Theater: Costume Selection]

Peter: Alan, I stole a Romanov agent uniform, do you wear it?

Allen: No face.

Peter: Oh... what about Iron Woman?

Allen: No superheroes.

Peter: Alan, I robbed Deadpool of his clothes...

Allen: Get the hell out of here!Also, what was that that fell out?His brain wreckage?

Peter: /(ㄒoㄒ)/～～