What is it like to study at Midtown High School?

Peter's hands sank for a moment, and then he followed me and muttered without changing his face: "Alan, I heard that the math teacher in your class is Karina Curry, it's not that I want to speak ill of the teacher, But this lady is too strict for me to say, so--Alan, you pay attention."

I stopped five meters away from the classroom: "Peter."

"Ok?"

"If you don't want me to be treated like a sissy needing a parental escort on my first day at Midtown High, better leave now."

Peter's expression was a bit weird, the corners of his mouth twitched, he didn't say much, just handed me the book, then patted me on the shoulder, but pulled me a second before I was about to turn around and leave, I whispered in my ear: "Alan, if you don't grow taller, I might have to escort you to college."

"...Go away (ノ｀Д)ノ"

Height is my eternal pain. Although Peter is not tall, I am a notch shorter than him.

It's okay, Harry Potter isn't very tall either.I comforted myself like this and walked into the classroom, and found that the place was so lively, mainly because a group of boys in the front row were pressing down on a student and beating him, and, if I read correctly, the little man who was pressed down was It's my friend Nick Brownie.

Nick is my classmate in elementary school and junior high school, and he can be regarded as my best friend. In fact, we don’t have any friends. It’s just that I am a bad student who is notorious, and he is an excellent student who is famous for his “quirky personality”.

Since I knew Nick, he has always been shy and timid. He was often bullied by the group of strong but lacking brains in school, and I often helped him fight. Interestingly, this Guy never thanked me, always got up like nothing happened.

But anyway, the fact that Nick was at Midtown High, even in my class, was great news for me.

But looking at the tattered schoolbag that belonged to Nick on the ground, I thought to myself, he was beaten up at the beginning of school, and this guy is too bad.

I looked at the seating arrangement, put the textbooks in my hand and the schoolbag behind me on the table of a beautiful girl in the first row, and walked over to pat a big man who was obviously the leader.

The big man turned his head ferociously: "What are you doing?"

I shrugged: "No reason, just, why are you beating him?" I pointed to the bruised and swollen Nick who was surrounded in the middle.

The big man suddenly burst into anger as if he had been kicked in the ass: "Ask him!!!"

Nick responded weakly: "It wasn't me...you guys snatched my schoolbag first..."

Nick's voice was quickly drowned out by the chatter of the boys beating him, and I also gathered the pieces together to piece together what happened 15 minutes ago.

This group of boys is obviously in the same group. They arrived in the classroom early and waited for the girls who rushed in to blow their whistles and give the boys a blow. Things were going well, and they were not gangsters. At most, they were just patting head, tugging at the collar, until Nick barged in with his head down.

Nick is smaller than me, and he has mastered the skill of walking without raising his head. He didn't even realize that the big men blocking the door were throwing his temper at him, and the neglected leading brother—his name was George ——I grabbed Nick’s schoolbag in extreme discomfort. Nick, who was completely out of the situation, was at a loss and just pulled the schoolbag back blindly. In this way, Nick’s fragile schoolbag was torn, and then, a few The glass test tube flew out and shattered in front of the big men.

I probably haven't told my friend Nick yet - he's a chemistry genius with a penchant for secretly concocting horrible potions.

I took a deep breath and took a closer look at George and their friends. Their faces were fine, but there were obvious signs of corrosion on the pants and shoes of several people. George was probably the worst one. He was the closest to Nick. Also splashed a little on the arm, leaving a few red spots.

I couldn't resist asking Nick, "Dude, what the hell did you cook up, scabies potion?"

"Huh?" Nick shook his head in a daze, "I don't know, I don't know what effect it will have."

Then you dare to bring it out? !To be honest, sometimes I want to beat this guy too.

George probably also saw that I was with Nick. He walked towards me and shook his fist: "You, name?"

I quickly put on an innocent face: "Well, George, right? I'm just a soy saucer."

George grinned angrily: "Guess I believe it or not?"

I closed my eyes and turned my face away: "Believe it or not, I won't agree to such a thing anyway!"

George was in a daze for five seconds, then screamed like a girl, looked down in disbelief at his pants that had been taken off at some point, or was it his friend who reacted first and pulled them up for him, and then they all cried out in surprise stare at me.

Fortunately, before he came to trouble me, I quickly fished out Nick and his useless schoolbag, and sat in my seat a second before Teacher Karina walked in.

The pretty girl in the front row very cooperatively handed over my book and schoolbag, and I returned her a bright smile: "Hey, beauty, may I know your name?"

Unfortunately, the teacher Karina who just entered the door stepped on my words and came in. She gave me a look without changing her face. Fortunately, George, who was standing in front of the podium and showing his underwear, was more attractive.

Teacher Karina walked up to the podium with a straight face: "Mr. Karbin, am I honored to have your explanation on this matter?"

George was dumbfounded, and it seemed that he didn't understand what happened.

While George was carrying his trousers to accept the lesson, Nick slowly took out the books in his schoolbag one by one and put them on the table. I looked at them and found that half of them were destroyed by his "scabies potion". I couldn't help but Started to taunt: "Mr. Brownie, it seems that you need to add a brain to the cauldron next time."

After inspecting the schoolbag, Nick was stunned for a while before he said slowly, "To be honest, Alan, I don't know how you took off George's pants just now."

My head was full of black lines: "I'm fine, why take off his pants, I'm not crooked—declaration: Even if I was crooked, I wouldn't attack him."

Nick looked at me suspiciously: "Then why did his pants suddenly fall?"

I scratched my head: "Maybe it's because I ate too much during the summer vacation and broke my belt?" Anyway, it has nothing to do with me.

The pretty girl in the front row turned her head and gave us a "shh". I looked up and saw that George had returned to his seat, and teacher Karina had finished her brief opening remarks and started the lecture.

I hurriedly took out the math textbook, turned to the specified number of pages, and then—began to be in a daze.

Nick beside him shook his head and sighed habitually.

To be honest, Teacher Karina is indeed a good teacher. I occasionally listen to my ears and find that her lectures are very organized and good at guiding students to think, but I really don’t have much problem with sitting and listening Interest, I am still in a daze habitually, if no one cares about me, I can be alone in a daze for a long time...

"Mr. Parker, this is the third time I've called you." Karina Curry's serious face appeared in front of me.

I suddenly came back to my senses: "Ah, Mr. Curry."

Teacher Karina knocked on my desk coldly with her book: "Mr. Parker, stand at the back, I hope standing will help keep you awake."

Does not.But I still picked up the textbook and walked back obediently. When I passed the aisle, I vaguely heard some students whispering about "Parker", but I didn't know whether they had heard of the glorious deeds of Peter Parker or Alan. Parker's notoriety.

Being fined to stand is really not a big deal in my opinion. After one day of class, Alan Parker's "doing it my own way" has shocked the whole first and second classes. Until the end of the last class, I was still standing outside the classroom. What makes me laugh is that when George walked in front of me with his schoolbag on his back, he secretly gave me a "what a man" look.

Seeing the students leaving one after another, I also planned to go into the classroom to pack my things, but Nick suddenly knocked on me: "Alan, you are finished."

"Well, what's the matter?" I casually picked out a few books and threw them into my schoolbag.

Nick smiled sinisterly and innocently: "I saw your brother coming over."

Peter!I patted my forehead, how could I forget this.

The unscrupulous Nick left in a hurry, Peter rushed over panting, and dragged me out. I could only carry my schoolbag in one hand, and the other hand hurt from Peter's grip.

After being dragged to an empty classroom where no one came, Peter let go of my hand, with a bad expression on his face: "Allen, what are you throwing your temper at?"

I rubbed my wrist and shrugged: "I didn't lose my temper." If I wanted to, I've already done it. Anyway, it's a foregone conclusion that I will go to school with you.

Peter obviously still thought I was having a temper tantrum, but he also sensibly stopped dwelling on the issue and discovered my injury: "Uh... sorry Alan, I forgot that I am stronger... oh my god ..."

Hehe, with your strange physique, no wonder my wrists are bruised.

Peter held my wrist and looked at it for a while, his brows were tightly furrowed, and I apologized for a long time before I perfunctory him a few words. I thought today was the end of the story, but Peter saw that I was leaving with my schoolbag, so he stopped me again: "Alan!"

"Huh?" Is there anything else? If it's okay, my brother will stab his kidney.

Peter looked embarrassed: "I met Teacher Curry, and she told me that you were absent-minded all day, which annoyed several teachers... Alan, you were not like this in junior high school, I wonder if you still Are you angry that I helped you fill out the volunteer application?"

It seems that he will not give up if he does not give an explanation today.

I looked at the ground and said slowly: "I'm not angry, at least not now, I'm just... not in good spirits, maybe I'm not very used to the new environment."

Peter seemed to be able to accept this statement, he stood up and patted me on the shoulder: "It's my fault, I didn't think of it here. Alan, you should get used to it slowly, and I will explain it to you from the teacher—I I heard Brownie was with you too?"

"Cut, that shameless guy!"

"I thought he was your second best friend."

"Oh haha...wait a minute? Second is better? Then who is number one?"

"me!"

"Brother, a face is a good thing, I hope you have one too."

【Little Theater: Peter and Aladdin's Lamp】

Peter picked up Aladdin's magic lamp by the sea and summoned the lamp god.

Genie: Lucky ants, I can grant your three wishes.

Peter: Oh, really?So can I watch Doctor Doom do the can-can?

The lamp god captured Doctor Doom and forced him to dance a cancan dance with divine power.

Peter: That's great, so can you shut up Deadpool?

Djinn played "Wolverine 1" to Peter

Peter: You are really good.Well, I have a younger brother, his grades are not very good, can you let him study hard?

Deng Shen: This is too good to be useful!where is your brotherlet me see.

3 minutes later

Genie: runtimeerror...400BadRequest...401Unauthorized...

The author has something to say: Note: Deadpool's mouth was sewn in Wolverine 1, and many people's wishes were fulfilled