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

You just agreed so dazedly.He even suddenly developed a sudden sympathy for the fiancee lady whom he had never met.

After all, she seemed to like the way Harry looked.

But when you think about it again, you can be regarded as freeing her, right?At least she doesn't have to live in a cold and violent marriage, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

But then you come to think of it, Harry also didn't say when the role-playing would start.The relationship between you and others in your life is very clear, the teacher is the teacher, the roommate is the roommate, and the classmate is the classmate.You thought carefully about the relationship between you and Harry Osborn, and for a while, you couldn't think of which word to put this emotion in the cabinet.

If you say you are a classmate, you should be a little closer; if you say you are a friend, then there are many kinds...Lover?No, no, no, it doesn't count between you and him.

You quickly asked, "Then when should we start?"

Your question stumped him.Especially when your big, crystal-clear eyes are staring at him without blinking.

If he hadn't already figured out your character clearly, then he would definitely have the illusion that "you have seen him through".

He doesn't like to be seen through.

He originally thought that you didn't know about his family, but he didn't expect you to tell the truth about his fiancée, which is really surprising.

It turns out that when he secretly looked at you, were you returning him with the same gaze? —he couldn't help thinking that.

The mood is happy enough, but on the surface, he has to pretend to be calm and breezy.

This question is as difficult as it was when he received that text message from you last night.

He didn't want to admit it, but after nodding to open this new text message with the belief of deleting the spam text message, his heart skipped a beat.He could barely pretend to be someone who didn't care about anything.

But this emotion didn't last long, and was overwhelmed by the trend of rationality.

He knows that it's not in your nature to send such a text message, you are not a straightforward person.In other words, even if you have the heart, you don't have the guts.

He decided not to move, and tomorrow he will take a good look at your cute appearance that you are so nervous that you don't know where to put it, and your eyes full of concern for him.

There are not many people in the world who have the ability to strip their physical and psychological connections and face their desires and needs directly.

He knows you don't like him enough yet, but he can wait.

He will not carry out a "want what you want now" concept. For you, everything can be slowed down.He wants to lay a net around you, to make you walk in willingly without knowing it, and to make you say the words that can be called a curse first.

A lie is not a lie until it is discovered.

Therefore, he turned his eyes away, thought for a moment before saying: "Now."

"Ah?" You couldn't help but yelled, and then glanced at the door of the classroom, afraid that someone else would hear the conversation between the two of you.You whispered, "Your father is not here now. This, this is too soon...?"

You frowned slightly, as if thinking about the feasibility of what he said.

You've never had the kind of annoyance he's facing.

"Perhaps this is the rich man? 』

You think with some uncertainty.

But you also really want to help him, and he is a bit important to you-when you spend time and energy on each other, the relationship between each other will become extremely heavy without knowing it.

You caught a glimpse of his eyelashes fluttering slightly at what you said.

Harry bit his lip, tried his best to hold back the smile that was about to break out of his shell, and tried to play in front of you a rich young man who was worried about his family's marriage contract.

This is so strange.He thought, when he didn't approach you rashly before, the frequency of laughing in a year was not as much as today.

"Your hometown is China, right?" he asked suddenly.

You monk Zhang Er was puzzled, but he still nodded.

"Family is very important over there, right?" He looks down at you.You feel a little deja vu here, as if the two of you are back in the classroom on the afternoon of the leaving day not so long ago.

It was the same at that time, there were only the two of you in the entire classroom, and nothing could break the silence here.

He is sitting by the window, facing you right now.

The distance between the two of you is obviously similar to that of the last lecture, but in your opinion, there is something else.

That's right.

You racked your brains and finally found such a word in your knowledge base—hormone.

The second word is pheromone.

And these two words are intersected in this society.

You didn't notice his pheromones last time, and didn't even know he was an alpha—an alpha you should stay away from.

Your mood at this moment is as fluctuating as the clouds in the sky. You hum absently, but your attention can't help but be hooked by the pheromones on his body.

"Some of them will rent girlfriends before the Chinese New Year, in order to avoid the urging of their parents and relatives to marry." Harry said, you are a little surprised why he knows so many things that he didn't need to know.

"Salary is usually paid," he went on, "but don't worry, I just don't want to marry Hollister. I won't really do anything to you."

God knows, what he said now is against his will.

He doesn't want to marry Hollister, he wants to marry you.

You quickly retorted, "I don't want your money." You feel that friendship should not be measured by money.Although your friend is indeed rich...but you don't want the other party to think that you are a money digger.

You don't accept handouts from anyone.

"As for what you said... I can help you." You made up your mind, jumping back and forth between the two options of "help him get out of his miserable marriage" and "watch his miserable marriage in situ".

"But it's okay, it's only on the surface." You squirm, "You can't...you can't mark me." Before today, you have never talked about this with a person of the opposite sex.

You on this timeline don't yet know that you are an omega that cannot be marked.

"Of course." He answered you lightly, "I wouldn't mark you completely. Otherwise I would feel ashamed."

You breathed a sigh of relief when you heard this, and you didn't expect how he would take advantage of you later.

And for Harry Osborn, not catching you the moment you were pushed off the train platform was the most shameful thing in his life.

It is also the only timeline that ends in death among all the timelines.

He loves you more than himself.

"Speaking of which—" he folded a paper airplane while you were talking, gesturing to fly it up, "do you want anything?"

The paper airplane flies past your hair, dangles in the air, and finally lands on one of the empty desks.

You are stunned, no one has asked you this question since you were a child.You haven't really thought about what you really want.

"Me? I don't think there is anything...you want." You muttered softly, lowering your head.It's just that at such a close distance, you don't even know where to put your hands, so you can only pretend that you have something to do, and use the index fingernail of one of your hands to rub the barb on your thumb meaninglessly.

He stared at the place where the paper airplane landed, and raised his eyes inadvertently, and saw something, and then you heard his smiling voice.

"How about giving me to you?" The young man suddenly got very close, and immediately wrapped you in his arms.You are forced to breathe his characteristic pheromones.

You really don't understand why there is such a gentle smell of pheromones on him who looks aloof.

You don't know how to respond to his sudden words, and you dare not hug him back.You blushed.

You were about to push him away, but he hugged you even tighter.He buried his head in your ear and whispered, "...hug me."

Seeing that you became more stiff, he had no choice but to pinch your ears, and added: "Someone came in, you promised me, remember?"

You blushed even more, hesitated for a moment, and reached out to hug her.

...Harry like this is really foul.

"Can we... let go." You buried your head in his skirt, and your voice sounded muffled for some reason.

When you came out of the sea of ​​his pheromones, a blush climbed up your normally smooth cheeks, and even the ear bones did not escape the somewhat tormenting heat.

The girl who happened to turn back to the classroom just now saw the scene of the two of you, and ran away in a hurry after being shocked.

Only then did Harry let go of you contentedly.

Well, in fact, it is not really satisfied.If he can, he is willing to hold you like this until the end of the world.

This feeling of being able to hold the treasure in my heart can't be better.

He felt that he was a shameless person.Use your kind-hearted weakness of not wanting to see your friends sad and painful to achieve your own selfishness.

But it doesn't matter, he will definitely be the best person in this world to you, no one can compare with what he gave you.

"Are you angry?" After the person who happened to barge in left, the distance between the two of you widened again.There was a bit of forbearance in his expression at this time, you listened to him talking to you, his tone was gentle and there was a gentle apology.

Maybe he really couldn't bear it.

After a while, you shook your head, with a little crimson at the end of your eyes, "No... just can you say it first next time, so that I am not prepared at all. I, I will be nervous."

His heart is about to melt.

"I see." He replied to you.He can't help but smile in front of you, he even reached out and pinched your soft cheek, "My question is sincere."

You thought his action was to pretend to be a lover again, so you didn't react.But the moment he said the second sentence, you thought of something and stared at him in disbelief.

You subconsciously thought of the phrase "give me to you".

Harry seemed to see what you were thinking. In fact, the moment he said this, he also thought of you.But he denied it, "Do you have anything you want? I can give you whatever you want."

You showed a little helplessness, "Now, do we still have to act?"

Harry laughed, "Of course not."

"...I see." Your eyes drifted out of the window, "Then how do I know..." You paused, "How do I know when it's acting and when it's real?"

Your eyes flick to him again.

"I haven't figured out what I want yet. If I think of it, I will tell you." You continued to add.

Your words are really frank. You feel that there are very few things that you need to strive for in your life, because you have always had low expectations for anyone and everything, so you don't have any particularly urgent desires to be fulfilled.

Another reason is that you don't feel that the person in front of you will take this commitment seriously.Of course, you don't have a problem with him, quite the opposite - he's the nicest guy you'll ever meet (in this timeline).

But... You have seen too many beautiful promises around you but you can't keep them. Carol is an example.She keeps giving and receiving all kinds of nice but illusory promises.

A promise that cannot be kept is meaningless even if it is said.

Reason tells you that it is wrong to think this way - you haven't really expressed your wish, how can you know whether the other party will realize it for you?

"Now." His voice is nice and deep, very recognizable - you can quickly find him among the different timbres of a group of people.

"Huh?" You tilted your head.

"Stay with me," said Harry, but he seemed reluctant to add another word - he didn't want to say "pretend".

You understand it, but you still can't help but ask: "Why do you have to start now...? Wait until your fiancée and father are there, and then pretend, wouldn't the effect be better?"

"My father, he—" His blue eyes flickered for a moment, "he never came to see me, he had eyeliners in school. We have to convince everyone that we're a couple so we don't screw this up. "

"Then... how can you convince them?" You feel like you're a fool in this regard, and you've lost your mind after accusing Harry of being thoughtful.

"Harry is really miserable. He is being watched inhumanely when he goes to school. 』

"Do what couples should do." Harry opened his eyes and said nonsense.

His blunt gaze makes you wonder what to say, and what Carol calls "passing the time" suddenly appears in your mind.

Is that a couple? ?

But you just wanted to help him, and you didn't think about what really happened to him.

Fortunately, what he said next reassured you.

"Holding hands, hugging, kissing—" he paused, "Kissing doesn't count. Just the first two."

You nod.

"Now try to take the initiative to hug me once, how about it?"

Although you are mentally prepared this time, it is inevitable that you will still be unable to let go.

"Active?" The classroom door that was closed just now was suddenly pushed open again. You hurriedly turned around and found that it was the captain of the volleyball team.

That's right, the same person you gave the wrong gift to last year.

You thought about what Harry said a moment ago, then glanced back and forth between the two of them with very serious eyes, and finally chose to hug Harry in front of you.

You remember, you have to pretend to be a couple—convince everyone that you're really in a relationship.

You broke into that sea of ​​his pheromones again.

Then you hear the loud bang of the door being roughly shut again.But you didn't see, the corners of Harry's mouth were raised, and there was a victorious showing off on his face.

The environment is peaceful.

You hesitate to let him go.

You discovered another thing that surprised you—he was always arrogant and indifferent, even his fingers were cold, but his embrace was unexpectedly warm.

"Have you ever been in a relationship?" His voice sounded above your head.

"No..." You quickly let go of him, "What's wrong?"

"Then why did you give Mark a gift last year?"

"Oh, this..." You are a little embarrassed, "I sent it by mistake, I confused mine with my roommate's. I kept mine for myself. What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he replied, "I want to get to know you."

He seems to have expected that what he said will make you think about it, but in order to maintain his so-called "honest man" image in front of you, he will still add.

"It's strange that I don't know my lover very well." His tone was very light.But on Valentine's Day last year, he watched you give gifts to others. To be honest, there was a crack in his calm and reserved mask.A subtle jealousy that came out of nowhere was almost burning him.

Fortunately, none of that is true.

He took that conclusion from your roommate in a quiet way.

Even if he already knows the answer to everything, he still wants to hear it from you.

It's easier for him to believe what you say.

"Okay." You accept his addition. "So tell me about your family? You're my friend, but I don't know you."

As soon as the words come out, you feel that you have said the wrong thing again.But...friends should also understand each other.

Although he didn't get angry, when he mentioned the family aspect, his face was frosted.

After a while, just before you decide to apologize and move on from the unpleasant subject, he says, "My mom died when I was four."

You find yourself stepping into territory that no one else has gone before.

"sorry, I--"

His blue eyes, with their occasional soft but almost vulnerable expression when speaking of his mother, are unlike any Harry you've ever seen.

"You don't have to say I'm sorry." He took out a cigarette from his pocket, "My father was obsessed with work, and after my mother passed away, we... hated each other." He took a sip of the cigarette and found that this kind of thing had completely disappeared. Can't relieve him.While the mind is bored, there is no way to do other things instead.

He smokes when he is unhappy.

"Can you stop smoking? It's not good." You can more or less understand how the other person is feeling now.

"I won't ask you this kind of question in the future." You poked the back of the opponent's hand with your finger.

From this point of view, you, who have always had nothing, are much happier than him to some extent.Even if you lose something you once had, it doesn't mean you never had it.

Yet why, on this timeline, do you face death?

You really don't know why there is such a number one character as the clown in the strategy list given to you by the system.

If you think about it this way, isn't your grand slam in the foreseeable future?

You hope that this is a system error, that you have nothing to do with the No. 1 greatest villain of all time.

After all, you can speculate that you are playing a role similar to that of the little green goblin, but... you boast a rich imagination, and you have no clue about the relationship between you and the clown.

... He can't see any love scenes at first sight.

With your (nearly non-existent) combat strength, it seems impossible to escape from him with all the body parts according to the current situation.

Why do you suddenly miss Loki a little bit.

Wouldn’t it be good to let God handle all the things that cannot be handled in the human world?

You stare at him.You have a little admiration for his arm strength and balance.In other words, you can't hang it on the windowsill so safely for so long.

I don't know if it is your illusion, but you find that the other person seems to be in a good mood now.At least, he was not impatient in front of you at all, and he was not afraid of being caught straight at all.

You have to give in, stand up and walk a few steps forward to open the window for him.

You really don't know why he insists on you to open an unlocked window by yourself.

You dare not look at him, if he takes a step forward, you take a step back.

"Don't move, don't move," he said, and out of the corner of your eye you caught a glimpse of how wildly he was staring at you.

You feel your neck sink and look down, and he actually made you a necklace with little plasticine bombs on it.

"Gifts," he said.

"One more move, and I'll—" the corners of his mouth widened, "bloom! Blow up here. But—how did the bat die?"

You didn't answer his words, but looked at the things hanging on your body again.

You think a bomb of this size might not kill you, but it might leave a perfectly smooth wound on your neck.

You don't know anything else, you just know that you are about to be killed by the damn system.

"Then what do you want to do?" When you said this, you heard the sound of explosions in a corner of the manor.

He didn't answer you, but quickly stuck a needle in the back of your neck.

Your eyes went dark, and when you woke up again, you were on the steeple of a church.

The space is cramped and cold.

Until then, you don't really see what Gotham looks like at night.

To put it simply, the black clouds are pressed down inch by inch, and the crows are circling and flying around, giving you a deep sense of oppression.

The only bright color you can see on this narrow spire as far as your eye can see is the purple suit of the clown.

He's standing in front of the only brick blast hole here, with his back to you.

He doesn't seem to be afraid that you will run away when he let down his guard, and the phone cords wrapped around your hands and feet are not distracted.You can break free with just a little more effort.

You didn't actually run away.

When you woke up just now, you carefully observed the surrounding situation. There is only one exit here——the blast hole that the clown is facing.And your experience (?) tells you that this minaret must be of unusual height.

You don't know how he brought you up here.

But you can't understand the clown's treacherous psychology.

"Sweetheart, you don't belong here, do you?" Just when your eyes were fixed on him and didn't move, he turned his head.

This time, even his weird smile couldn't hide his sharp and cold eyes.

You were silent and did not speak, trying to play a competent hostage.

...as if he knew you didn't belong in this world.

And if anyone finds out and is absolutely convinced that you don't belong in this world, you'll never be able to go back.

So even if he knows, you will never admit it.

The author has something to say: special note: the little green goblin's mother didn't seem to say when she died, and I made it up when she was four years old.

The next chapter will write the reunion (?

感谢在2020-01-1623:20:46~2020-01-1722:55:17期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Zhiyu;

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