What is it like to study at Midtown High School?

"Sam!" Peter frightened and pushed away Nova, who opened another bottle of wine, and saved me, "Alan, how much did you drink?"

"I...I don't know..." I was already a little dazzled.

I don’t know why the boys suddenly started drinking while playing games just now. I remember I lost a few games in a row, and then I was surrounded by Sam, Danny and Luke... how many glasses of wine were poured ?

Although I haven't reached the point of drunkenness yet, I already feel a little sick to my stomach and dizzy. Seeing Peter take Sam aside mercilessly, I couldn't help but smirked and raised my head—the cup in my hand I'm bored.

"Alan—" Peter turned around and grabbed me who was about to lie on the ground, and turned around to ask Meera who was sitting next to Nick watching a movie, "Where is the bathroom?"

Meera stood up: "I'll take you there, I'm afraid you will get lost by Dad's illusion."

I really felt that I was fine if I wasn’t drunk, and I just wanted to lie on the ground, but Peter dragged me up mercilessly. Meera saw me sternly pulling on the sofa and refused to let go, so she couldn’t hold back and said: "Is he like this when he was drunk before?"

Peter smiled bitterly: "He hasn't drunk much before."

In the end, Peter used brute force to isolate me from the sofa, carpet, etc., and carried me on his back: "Okay, Mela, please lead the way."

The interior of Doctor Strange's mansion is like an ancient castle. In addition to the corridor, corridor, and corridor, there are countless stairs, stairs, and stairs. I looked at these spiral stairs on Peter's back, and I always felt deja vu.

"Hogwarts?"

Peter and Meera looked at each other: "This is really drunk."

Not Hogwarts... I thought about it again in disappointment, but it seemed that there was not much left in my alcohol-damaged brain. The more I remembered, the more headache I had, so I gave up in frustration.

Mela took us to the largest washroom on the fourth floor. I kept claiming that I wasn't drunk, and when I went in, I hugged the toilet and vomited out, which shocked both of us.

Peter looked at me, at the vomit on the floor, at Meera, and the last thing he said was, "Can I borrow the bathtub here?"

Mela pinched her nose and stuffed a golden key to Peter: "I finally understand why Dad won't let me drink - you let him sober up and have a rest, you won't get lost here with this key, I Don't watch Allen take a bath."

Peter thanked me, then dragged me up helplessly, and didn't bother with the vomit on my body, and cleaned me up in two or three strokes.

Although my brain was down, I still vaguely knew what Peter was doing, and I didn't resist much. I just raised my hand and punched Peter when he mocked me as "as thin as dry wood".

Peter took the punch without avoiding it: "I'm going, are you drunk or not? The force of hitting someone is not small!" Then he put me into the bathtub, turned on the nozzle and tested the water temperature.

I sat in the bathtub and didn't want to move, but the water splashed on my face made me very uncomfortable: "Peter."

Peter glanced down and put his hand over my eyes.

Hmm...it's better this way.I sat obediently and let Peter wash me clean. The warm water was so comfortable that it almost made me drowsy, so Peter simply let me soak in a bathtub of water: "Don't move around, Wait and drown."

Pooh.Peter is a liar.That's what he said about me when I was a child, when I was too young to drown.

I lay down on the edge of the bathtub and watched Peter pick up the clothes I had taken off, looked at them, and frowned: "I can't wear these anymore."

"Don't run naked." I have only this simple appeal.

Peter tapped me on the head: "No drinking from now on. I'll ask Meera if I can find you some clothes—if I can't, I'll ask Sam and the others to take one off and put it on for you!"

I nodded, and Peter told me not to run around and left, leaving me to soak in the warm water to feel comfortable.

But with alcohol and hot water, I felt a little dizzy after soaking for a long time. I had to sit up and look up. The bath towel hanging next to me seemed unused, so I pulled it off with my hand and wiped my body clean. The water just wrapped around the towel and came out.

Why isn't Peter here yet?

I'm almost fully awake, but I still have a little headache, and I feel a little deprived of oxygen from the mist in the bathroom.

It seems that I am really not suitable for drinking.

Wrapped in a towel, I opened the door to get some air, but as soon as I opened it I was wide awake.

stair.

Various winding and reciprocating stairs.

A staircase full of paradoxes that resembles an Escher painting.

Looking at these stairs that shouldn't exist in reality, I was wide awake.

I knew that was why Meera had to bring us here herself, and that the right thing to do was to close the door and wait for Peter to bring me the clothes, but—

I watched a section of stairs that formed a Möbius loop float by in front of me, and jumped up.

The stairs went up smoothly, and I saw the opportunity to jump to another section of stairs, climbed up, and found that I was standing on the back of the stairs, so I quickly jumped to the other side of the stairs.

This is a surreal space.

This is where I feel familiar.

These shattered stairs finally brought me to a broken platform, I jumped over it without hesitation, exhaled, and walked inside, before I saw Doctor Strange waiting there, the platform behind me It has slowly disappeared, replaced by a complete wall.

This seems to be Doctor Strange's study room, the space is not very big, three walls are full of bookcases, and the other wall is a frighteningly large clock, the hands seem to have stopped, but I can't help but look at it after a few glances , I found that the second hand seemed to be jumping one frame after the other-it seemed to be joking.

Doctor Strange was sitting on a comfortable sofa waiting for me with a book in his hand.

I followed his instructions and sat on another sofa: "I'm sorry to come to visit you in such casual clothes."

Doctor Strange smiled politely, then asked, "Have you had a good party?"

I adjusted the bath towel around my waist: "Otaku and otaku are having a great time, it would be even better if there are some special products from the wizarding world."

Doctor Strange stared at me: "Alan Parker, what do you know about the magical world?"

I spread my hands and shrugged: "well, talking animals, self-aware plants, spells, broomsticks, wizards waving wands..."

The dignified man interrupted my enumeration: "Apart from the description of the magical world in children's literature, Alan Parker, what do you know about the magical world?"

"Uh, actually, you don't need to call me by my full name every time." I thought about it again, "Magic elements? I mean, like wind, water, these substances are actually the elements that make up magic?"

Doctor Strange closed his book calmly: "It's still described in literature."

I was helpless: "Please enlighten me?"

"Magic weaves the fabric of the world, Alan Parker."

"I said you don't need to use your full name... what do you mean?"

Doctor Strange stood up and walked slowly to the huge clock face. My eyes moved with him, and I only heard him say: "Some people call me the Supreme Sorcerer. I can penetrate objects, sense the mind, and perceive The anomaly of time and space exiles all kinds of creatures into a different space—Alan Parker, this is the power of magic.”

I don't know what Doctor Strange did, I instantly sensed a powerful energy oppressing me in this space, and then I realized that it was Doctor Strange's power—he was indeed very powerful.

He quickly withdrew his power, and then looked at the clock in silence for a long time: "Alan Parker, you can control the time."

I replied cautiously: "Just a little bit."

"Indeed." Doctor Strange judged without hesitation, "And I heard from Meera that you told her that you are a mutant."

I froze for a moment.

I do consider myself a mutant - I haven't been bitten by any insects, I haven't taken any potions, I don't have high-tech equipment - I do consider myself a mutant.

However, seeing Doctor Strange's half-smile expression, I remembered Deadpool's words: "...you are not a mutant!"

I said slowly: "It seems that I am not."

Doctor Strange smiled, and at the same time, I noticed something abnormal. I saw that the flames in the fireplace seemed to stop shaking, and the air flow also stopped. I even felt that my body was frozen by heavy pressure on this sofa, but I reacted immediately Come here, and keep up with Doctor Strange.

It was that day again, we faced each other in a space where time was slowed down.

But Doctor Strange quickly withdrew his ability, and I also withdrew it afterwards, looking at him with a bad face.

He smiled: "Controlling time is not a very common magic, nor is it my field."

So he called me here just to tell me that I'm actually a magician too?

There was no fluctuation in my heart, and I even wanted to laugh.

But Doctor Strange is still talking: "Actually, it's not so common as it is rare. Alan Parker, have you looked at this clock?"

"Hmm, it seems to be a little bit wrong?"

"Perhaps, someone left it with me, and it hasn't been gone since that day. Look at the patterns on it."

I stood up, walked in front of the huge clock, and carefully looked at the patterns on the copper frame. The patterns were not coherent: "It's not so much a pattern as it is a kind of writing."

"Can you read?"

I looked back at Doctor Strange: "The owner of this clock is also a magician who can control time?"

"You are very smart."

I shook my head and sat back on the sofa: "I don't understand."

"it's a pity."

"Yeah, I thought I would be the reincarnation of this great magician."

Doctor Strange and I both laughed, but with a laugh, the atmosphere cooled down again.

I felt it was boring, so I asked casually: "Doctor, those stairs—"

"Spider-Man is looking for you." Doctor Strange said suddenly.

I froze for a moment, then heard the sound of the door opening, and when I looked back, it was Peter holding a bag of clothes.

He scratched his head: "This...isn't the bathroom?"

[Small Theater: One Hundred and One Ways to Cheating on Exams]

Peter: You say you can slow down time?

Allen: Uh... yeah.

Peter: So you spend many times more time studying than us?

Allen: ...you could say the same thing.

Peter: So what do you do with the extra time?

Alan:  …

Peter: And isn't it convenient to peek during your exam?

Allen (screaming face): Are you still my morally perfect brother?

Peter (smiling face): Answer my last question.

The author has something to say: Escher: Dutch master of scientific thinking printmaking, stairs full of deformation and circulation features often appear in his paintings.

The first part is coming to an end soon, let me just say a few words, this article is divided into three parts:

Part II: The separation of the trio.Here Alan's life experience that is not his own will be revealed, and the relationship has progressed, but the contradiction in identity will still make Peter hesitate. At the same time, Alan's many deceptions are also a contradiction between the two.This part is not much, a little abuse.