New York is a Shura field [Comprehensive British and American]

In this moment time stands still.

You stared blankly at the figure that suddenly appeared outside the window.

It doesn't matter what method he used to fix himself in front of the window.

The important thing is...

His green hair was not tucked away neatly behind his head as usual, but loose, a little bit covering his eyes that always exuded fanaticism.His face was so pale that the only blood on his face was the smear of red deliberately painted on the corner of his mouth.

You are really not much better.If you can see yourself clearly, you will find that your face is also quite pale at the moment, which makes you look even weaker.

Facts have proved that when human beings encounter unforeseen dangers, they will not mobilize all their strength so simply and quickly, and run away in one go.Rather, it is often tightly wrapped by a kind of head-on fear, until the invisible membrane slowly tightens and makes it difficult for you to breathe.

You even forgot to ask for help, you just took a few steps back and fell to the ground.

Just the mere fact that the other person is still a short distance away from you can start to feel intimidating.

Hell, were you mentally weak before?

The green-haired man outside the window saw you showing such an expression, and the red smile on the corner of his mouth widened with the arc.

He is watching you carefully with the eyes of scrutinizing his prey, with sharp thorns wrapped under the warmth floating on the surface.

But as long as you think of the word "warmth" attached to him, you can't believe it.

He is obviously the cruelest person, isn't he?

You and him stared at each other, not daring to move a step at all.

You haven't really locked the window before, he can definitely open it casually.

What to do, you feel that you are about to force the end.

Ultimately, the will to survive gets the better of you, and you decide to open the door and run out, even though the odds are slim.

You're a liar - you're trying to look calm.

But the clown was not in a hurry to break through the window, instead he wrote four letters on the slightly foggy window: open.

The faint eternal smile outlined by red paint on his face will never disappear.It looks as if he is smiling at you.

Another meaning of eternity is actually non-existence.

He wasn't smiling, he was just putting on the mask for himself.

The man's open purple coat was blown up even more by the wind, so you could see groups of dark green plasticine bombs tied to his body.Those bombs come in all shapes and sizes, and inside you catch a glimpse of a rabbit with its head tilted.

You can imagine him sitting in the darkness, grinning, leisurely shaping the dough-like dynamite in his hands.

It might be in Arkham, or it might be on a church steeple.

He keenly noticed your gaze, and raised the crimson wire that was originally in his coat pocket as if to take credit for you, as if to detonate it.

He wants you to open this window for him with your own hands, and walk in front of him proactively.

There doesn't seem to be anything special between you and Harry Osborn to paint.

But Harry noticed you much earlier, long before you thought you'd first met.

He was the top student at that boarding school.Although always reticent and a loner, he became the most popular man because of his wealthy family.Wherever he went, there was always a group of little followers behind him, even if he told them to go away with a perpetual impatient look on his face.

Very occasionally, he will meet your eyes.

"Can you help me figure out how to calculate the pressure on the track here?" Once after class, when all the classmates ran out impatiently, you hesitated for a long time before picking up the exercise book and talking to him.

In your mind, this is the first time you have spoken to him.Although you have been in the same class before, and the two of you are only separated by a narrow aisle, you still maintain a state of zero communication with him. This matter was severely punished by your roommate Carol in this timeline. He laughed hard.

You still remember that she was sitting in front of her dressing table, with a white mask on her face, and the manicure hands were constantly pulling the mask paper to make the mask docile on her face.

Adolescent boys would discuss privately about the girls in their class, and occasionally tell dirty jokes.Naturally, girls can't help but discuss their ideal type.

There aren't many students in this boarding school, but the girls' dorms in your grade are all four-person rooms, so you can basically hear your remaining three roommates chattering about their dates and other relationships every day. topic.

"Oh—how many times have I told you that we are not in a relationship, we just pass the time together occasionally." Carol never left her face in the mirror from the beginning to the end.She is a beautiful, fashionable girl who became the head of the cheerleading team in the school.

Of course you know what she means by "passing the time".

Sex.

"Besides, I prefer the person who always sits next to you." Carol tried his best to hold back the smile on his face from being too obvious, otherwise the mask would be shifted.

"He's not my deskmate. There's a distance between us." You sat on the bed, flipping through the fashion magazines that Carol casually threw on your bed.The high-end brands of the above brands are Carol’s favorite, so she will buy a lot of clothes every time, even if she can’t wear them all.

"Please!" Carol exclaimed, this time turning his head to look at you, his eyes were full of hatred.

"Just that little distance, rounding up is sitting together! Only you will guard that distance, as if it is a safety line." Carol said this without any concealment.

You know, in her eyes, the way you socialize is completely incomprehensible to her.

You never fall in love, never say a word to the opposite sex, and always do those questions that give her a headache.You're either stuck in your dorm room and doing your own thing, or you're stuck in the lab doing those weird experiments.

If it weren't for your good looks and good clothes, I believe Carol would have kicked you out of her best friends.

Carol is a proud flower peacock, she will never play with people who are insulated from fashion.

"Why don't we switch places? So that you can meet your true love sooner." You smiled.

"I wish for it!" Carol agreed without hesitation. You must know that she had actually taken a fancy to Harry Osborn a long time ago, but she never had a chance to make a move.

"I believe you will hear tomorrow that Carol O'Hara is dating Harry Osborn." Carol also said to you confidently, "God, he is so mysterious , handsome and rich, with such a high grade point!! It’s not the same as anyone I’ve dated before.”

You lay down in the next second, covered your face with her magazine, and pretended to be asleep.

At this time, she will start to blow Harry's rainbow fart three thousand words and ask for your approval.

But you don't think Carol will really fall in love with Harry.Every time she dates, she will half-truth express her fascination with the man. In fact, it is she who lifts her pants to deny him the next day.

You still uphold the principle of not taking the initiative in love.

If you don't fall in love, there is no b thing.

Besides, it's hard to admit that you've never received a card or chocolate from anyone on Valentine's Day, let alone a love letter, not even a love text.

This surprised Carol.

"Maybe it's because I don't fit the type that Europeans and Americans like? 』

You comfort yourself with this reason every year.

……

Contrary to the fact that neither of you takes the initiative, your names will always be listed together - on the list of outstanding students.

For Harry, he has walked on the road paved with flowers and applause since he was a child, and he is tired of hearing those compliments that say he is a genius.

Therefore, every time he heard someone praise him for being great, his brows always showed impatience earlier than his heart.

Only the praise of one person in this world is meaningful to him-his father.

It's just that his father never looked him in the eye, not even once.

……

Hearing your words, Harry turned his head. He was sitting by the window, and the Friday afternoon sun would just shine on him through the window.

He lowered his eyelashes, his eyes fell on your fingers holding the book, he paused for a while, and then he really shifted his eyes to the exercises.

"Which one?" He asked, acquiescing to your question.

You just handed the book to him, and he took it, and your fingers happened to touch his.

His hands are cold.Even though the whole body is bathed in the sun, it is still so cold.

You pointed to the question about the orbital movement of the ball, and then moved a bench to sit next to him.

"I...can I sit next to you?" It wasn't until this moment that you realized that he didn't seem to like having a deskmate.He always does experiments alone, and of course he also sits alone.

"Yeah." He nodded, and only then did you catch a glimpse of his eyelashes being smudged into a faint golden color by the sun.

It's so beautiful.

You think, you kind of understand why Carol, who has always been proud and arrogant, is so infatuated with him.

"Can you give me a pen? My pen is out of ink." You stared blankly at his profile until he suddenly looked straight at you.

In disbelief, he smiles at you.So short that you thought it was just your eyesight.

You let out an ah, and then fumbled for the pen from your schoolbag in a hurry.

"It's embarrassing.Staring at people like idiots. QAQ』

He took the pen you handed over, and wrote some calculations in your booklet in a smooth manner. (You will know later that the problem-solving steps do not need to be so troublesome)

... His handwriting is also beautiful.At least it's better than your...

You glanced at the words you wrote before with a guilty conscience, and it was very floating.

You rarely get this close to anyone other than your roommate.You suddenly regret your decision today - you don't even know what you are going to say to him after you finish writing the topic.You are not very good at communicating with boys.

"My God, why did I dig a hole for myself to jump in..." You are a little absent-minded.But you still understood what he explained by virtue of your super comprehension ability as a master (?).

"Understood?" he asked.

You nodded like pounding garlic.

"Why don't you go home?" You said the question without thinking about it at all.

Today is the day of the monthly holiday. All boarding school students have to leave school today and go home, and come back on Monday next week, only once a month.

You belatedly remembered the rumors Carol and the others told you about Harry Osborn.

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Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Buka; 10 bottles of LLL;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!