What is it like to study at Midtown High School?

It wasn't until I got back to school with a hoarse voice that the whole school knew about Peter and Gwen.

First of all, in teacher Karina's office, when I went to the office to ask her to sell her leave, she gave me a rare gentle smile: "I heard that you are very sick this time, are you fully recovered?"

"It's almost ready." As soon as I opened my mouth, I heard my own sandpaper-like voice.

Teacher Karina smiled reassuringly, and handed me the handouts for the days I asked for leave: "Parker, these are the handouts for all your subjects, if there are any gaps, you can ask your classmates, and go back and take care of them." Look, don't leave too much behind."

I took a stack of handouts and was quite touched. Teacher Karina is a good teacher in the true sense. Although she is unsmiling, she is quite serious and responsible: "Teacher, I..."

As a result, before I could say anything, Teacher Karina said: "The monthly exam is coming soon, I hope you can perform as well as last time."

I couldn't say thank you at once.

Monthly exam?What is the monthly exam?Can I eat it?

Teacher Karina looked at my shit-eating expression with satisfaction, and said calmly: "I heard that Peter Parker is helping Miss Stacy with math tutoring recently. You are his cousin, and he should be happy to help. Please help me."

After walking out of Teacher Karina's office, I digested the news that Peter was helping Gwen with math tutoring, and I just wanted to give Peter two big eyes.

Help Gwen with math?Although they are a class higher than me, I have heard that Gwen Stacy's grades are among the best, okay?No match for good student Peter, huh?Is it really okay for them to develop pure male-female friendship in the name of after-school tutoring?

Then came the gossip among the students.

Catherine, the blonde girl at my front desk, is a huge source of gossip: "Alan, I didn't expect your nerdy brother to be quite capable?"

"Clam?" Could it be that Peter's Spider-Man identity has been exposed?I haven't reacted yet.

Catherine winked at me: "Don't be stupid? Your brother caught up with Stacy, the flower of the mountain, didn't he? Our whole school has spread the word."

Peter is chasing Gwen?I didn't see it, and I was even more curious: "Can this matter attract the attention of the whole school?"

Catherine took out her mobile phone, showed me the campus website of Midtown High School, and explained: "No, not long ago, the group of boring boys in the school held a school beauty contest. Although Gwen Stacy is a transfer student, But the popularity is quite high, many people want to pursue her, as a result, many people recently saw Stacy appearing with your brother and having lunch together."

Looking at the pictures of Gwen on the screen, and Peter, who is in the corner but attracting the firepower of countless male students, I feel like the whole world is collapsing—is Peter chasing Gwen like that?

This feeling of unreality lasted until my first lunch back at school.

I was sitting in our fixed position with Nick and Mela holding the dinner plate. Before I started, Peter suddenly appeared-this is not surprising, but the scary thing is that Gwen is still behind him.

This table can only seat four people.

I could clearly see a hint of embarrassment in Gwen's smile, like unstirred sugar in milk.

Peter realized this when he sat down. He looked at me, then at Gwen, and opened his mouth, but couldn't come up with the right words.

Nick looked at the situation, stood up wisely and prepared to change seats, but Gwen stopped him quickly, smiling unchanged: "Brownie, you don't need to change seats, I'll just move a chair." alright."

So Gwen moved a chair from the next table and had lunch with us with a calm expression.

I watched the whole scene from the sidelines, and couldn't help raising my eyebrows: The two of them...the atmosphere is very strange.

Seeing that Gwen finally sat down, Peter seemed relieved, and then he frowned and began to trouble me: "Allen, you're just fine, don't eat fried food." Then a fork came over, and I The chips were gone from the plate, another fork came and the chicken schnitzel was gone from my plate.

I look at the remaining pasta and fruit and stare up at Peter.

Unmoved, Peter took another fork and split his pasta in half for me.

Gwen smiled: "Peter, you are such a good brother."

I stared fiercely at Peter and Gwen smiled, and I turned to eat noodles with my head down.

Nick, of course, was completely oblivious to what was happening at the table.

Meera was stronger. She looked at the situation on the table and turned to Nick, "Do you need chicken fried steak?"

Nick looked up in a daze, and Mela transferred her chicken chops to Nick's dinner plate, and sighed: "The chicken chops in the cafeteria are really too salty."

When Meera interrupted me, the awkward atmosphere eased a bit. We were automatically divided into two groups. I chatted with Nick and Meera, while Gwen and Peter had a friendly exchange on another topic.

To my surprise, the topic Gwen and Peter were talking about was not the "emotion and life" we imagined. They seemed to be discussing some scientific topic. Gwen was asking questions, and Peter came up with an answer after thinking. Gwen After further questioning, they passed the lunch time in a friendly manner.

Could it be that they are really just a pure study group relationship?I watched Peter and Stacy go away with a fork in my mouth. Behind them were the jealous and mocking eyes of many boys.

No, I don't believe it.

I poked Peter's bad friend Sam on social software: "Bucket head, your captain seems to be in love?"

The brightest star in the night sky: "Go away, grid-headed idiot brother, he is not our captain."

I bit my tongue and sneered at the screen: "Then who sent a text message to Peter saying that he was finally convinced, you are an excellent team leader?"

The brightest star in the night sky: You actually peeked at Peter's text messages! ! !

So handsome: I didn't peek, he showed it off to me.

The brightest star in the night sky: Peter, that pervert!

So handsome: (smug expression)

The brightest star in the night sky: But he is not in love.

So handsome: What happened to Gwen?

Brightest star in the night sky: Aren't they preparing for a contest?The city's high school physics competition?I don't know, it's about the same anyway, the teacher seems to have arranged for them to cooperate.

So handsome: ...I thought his spring had finally arrived.

Brightest star in the night sky: Come on, Peter's not as sensitive to the opposite sex as he is to pesticides.

So handsome: Oh?How does that compare to your sensitivity to rabbits?

The brightest star in the night sky: Get out! (bloody kitchen knife)

I sent Sam a few mean emoticons, and while watching Sam sharpen his knife on the screen, I lamented Peter's innocence in my heart-what!In the end, Peter's spring can only be pinned on the research of a robot girlfriend.

After Sam sent several emoticons in a row, he suddenly sent a sentence: "Brother idiot, why do you suddenly start to care about your brother's love life?"

I slowly sent a smoking emoji: "Don't you think, if you quickly ask him to find a girlfriend, he won't care about me?"

you still need to ask?Sam's helmet is indeed an IQ intervention device.

【Small Theater: How to Raid a Bug】

Warm Stone: M·J, I started with Peter's interest as you said, but there is no progress at all?

The redhead isn't called Weasley: How could that be?How are you doing now?

Warm Stone: We can talk, but we can only talk.

The redhead is not called Weasley: What are you talking about?

Warm Stone: Let’s talk about acousto-optic thermal power and the project we are working on.

The redhead is not called Weasley: Well...

Warm Stone: But I don’t want to talk about this, I want to talk about romance

The redhead isn't called Weasley: I haven't seen anyone Peter talk to about this...

Warm Stone: Last time I pretended to encounter difficulties in the project and complained to him, hoping that he would comfort me.

The redhead isn't called Weasley: And then...

Warm Stone: (Goodbye emoji) He gave me inspirational stories of top ten celebrities from ancient and modern times, and poured me a mouthful of chicken soup.

The red hair is not called Weasley: Why don't you try someone else...

Warm Stone: But I like this kind of gentle otaku, what should I do?

The redhead is not called Weasley: ...

Warm Stone: How about I get sick and try?

Gwen: Peter, I have a sore throat recently, it's so uncomfortable.

Peter: Ah, my brother still has unfinished medicine from last time, and he refuses to take it anyway, do you want it?

Gwen: ...