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

It's just that the other party just said such a sentence lightly, and didn't seem to want to continue talking.

Seeing him like this, you can't say anything to express your interest in his family, just say: "I... I should go!"

He didn't say anything else, just watched you take a few steps forward and jumped down the stairs, then you thought about it, turned your head again, and asked seriously: "You really won't tell others?" The words seemed to confirm something.

"No," he said.It's just that he looks cold and lazy, and you don't believe his words because you don't feel safe-he is still relatively unfamiliar to you at this moment.

"Oh..." You put your hands on the railing, looked at him sideways, your eyes flickered, and you wanted to say something, but forget it.

…Finally, after you ran out of the building and walked a good distance, you bumped into the group of people who were looking for you before.

Just when you're surrounded and ready to take the next wave of wrath that's coming your way, a faculty member shows up and catches them.

The classmate who was punched in the toilet before and caused a nosebleed ran to complain.

In this way, this matter was turned over with the result of a crowd fighting and punishment, and you were pushed away from the vortex of public opinion by external forces.

But this time... This time, it can no longer be compared with helping others to deliver things, but it's a solid deal.

Even if you had acquired Carol's glibness, it would be impossible to deny the fact that you dated Harry Osborn.

"Don't deny it. Admit it."

You remember, in the empty classroom, gently pressing your shoulders, forcing you to face him, to look into his blue eyes.

"Don't deny it, admit it—admit that I love you."

That's what he said to you.

You tried your best to maintain a calm and indifferent expression. When he said the phrase iloveyou, you couldn't hold back any longer.

Your eyelids twitched, "This...it doesn't have to be..."

The more you speak, the lower your voice becomes, and you dare not look directly at him at all.Obviously he was the one who said this, but you are embarrassed.

At first you think like this: If it's a fake, you can help him as much as you can, after all, he is one of the few friends you have made in the past few years.Among friends of the opposite sex, he is the only one.

However, you haven't thought about what it's like to really regard him as your object.

Although he exudes a sense of distance of "don't disturb the idlers", this does not affect his own dazzling.In contrast, (in your own humble opinion) you seem to have nothing worthy of his approach.

"Listen," he softened his tone a little, and his eyes began to glow a little tenderly, "If you want others to believe this, you have to believe it yourself first."

"Look at me now." He spoke again, with an imperceptible strength in his softness, "Is there any reason why my partner dare not look at me?"

The corners of the mouth rose slightly.

...He assumed the role very quickly.

You were dizzy by his upright and awe-inspiring words, and you heard a mygirl in your ears.

My mind is even more dizzy now.

And you feel like your face is going to burn again.

He is so close to you again.

Your heart is pounding, but you don't understand why you are in this state, so you have to compromise, do as he said, and raise your head little by little.

Although you have already agreed to pretend to be a couple, he didn't do anything to you when no outsiders were present, but just kept telling you the precautions.

I hope you become a competent role-player and become a real role-player as soon as possible.

He is sitting against the wall at the moment, and those blue eyes are all about you without exception.It's like there's no room for anyone else but you.

You stared blankly at him, and suddenly felt that this is actually not bad.

"In short," he cleared his throat, "you have to put your heart into it. You have to learn to adapt to this situation."

"Okay, I will try my best!" You thought for a while, and finally came up with such an unmistakable answer, and you didn't even notice that the smile at the corner of his mouth deepened because of your words.

Of course you don't know—

In love, the favored never has to work hard.

After unintentionally becoming the public enemy of almost all the girls in the school, no matter where you go, you will inevitably be stared at by people-those eyes with probing or other negative emotions are like spikes on you.If looks could kill, you would have died countless times.

In this case, your already small number of friends seems to be even smaller, so you can only stay next to Harry and be with him most of the time.

The reason is very simple, no one is willing to share with you this kind of power comparable to murderous gaze.

Carol is the only one who keeps you company once in a while, but she's always very discerning in making excuses to leave when Harry walks towards you.

Help people to the end, send Buddha to the west, you admit it.

As usual, you have to go to the library with him to do your homework.

You didn't want to attract other people's attention, so you led him through the hall facing the library door, to one of the book sections.There are exactly two seats here, and they are covered by bookshelves in the corner, which is very hidden.Moreover, there are very few people.

Of course, your original intention is that you don't want the fact that you have a relationship with the other party to spread more and more.Even if it's a fake, it's real in the eyes of others.You secretly think that this state of affairs will not last long, and that it will soon return to the same state.So you don't want to wait until the original state is restored, and this matter has to be brought up repeatedly by everyone.

Harry follows you, in fact he's gotten several looks since he followed you in.

"Sit here?" He watched you choose a seat in the corner with subtle eyes, and then suggested, "Or go to the front one?"

You categorically rejected him, shaking your head, "I think this place is very good."

Seeing your answer like this, his eyes are a little unnatural, obviously he knows something but hasn't figured out how to tell you.

The few small tables in this section are arranged in a straight line next to the huge window, and the last one you choose here is just near the corner.You keenly feel that his gaze doesn't seem to be really on you, but on something behind you.

You just noticed at this time that this division doesn't know why there is no one else except you two...

And you also smell a strange smell that seems to be absent.

Fishy smell mixed with perfume.

Several answers to what is behind you suddenly flashed in your mind.

Is there something scary? ?

Just as you were about to turn around, he suddenly stepped forward and held you down, "Don't move."

His breathing became heavier.

You didn't dare to move, but his eyes were also covered by him, "What's wrong?"

"Let's go somewhere else." He answered irrelevantly.

So you were taken away by him with question marks all over your head, and he took you out of this area before putting down the hands covering your eyelids, "It's all right."

He took you to a new place and sat down in a logical manner.

"What's the matter?" You looked in the direction you came from just now, but the seat you are sitting now belongs to another area, and you can't see what happened there just now.

"Someone is in heat." He just said, and thoughtfully spread the hand that covered your eyes just now, as if he was reminiscing about something—you blinked restlessly just now, and your eyelashes scratched. It's still itchy in the palm of the hand.

"That's—" Your brain circuit just caught up, and your ears turned red.

...I'm a little embarrassed.

It is equivalent to saying that it is in the grass not far from the window...? ?

You are speechless and just look at him.

"It's nothing, someone will take care of it," Harry said, noticing your expression.

In fact, what he said is correct, it is really rare for an omega to have an emergency in a public place, and this school hasn't had such a thing for several years.

But if you have the same identity yourself, you will feel weird.

Harry didn't seem to be affected by the sudden incident just now-if you ignore his very unnatural gaze at the beginning.He has already started to take out the pen.

"Tell me, what does it feel like to be marked?" You asked such a question after a moment of silence, resting your chin on your shoulders, causing him to shift his gaze to you almost immediately.

"Oh, I'm just asking." You sighed to yourself, and didn't need his answer.

"Can you try?" He opened the cap of the pen, but did not write a word on the paper, "In the future."

You suddenly felt that he was a little strange, but you didn't think much about it. You just said regretfully, "I'm sure it's impossible. I feel like no one likes me."

"But I don't really need it—I just like myself."

"No." He answers you, the nib of the pen stays still on the paper, and the ink bleeds out.

"Ok?"

"There are many people who like you." This is true, because he confiscated many love letters.

"Thank you, Harry!" you say, "you've been so kind to me and helped me a lot."

What the teenager didn't say was: And I'm afraid they like you.

"I have to go home this weekend." Harry didn't answer your words, but changed the subject.

"What do you mean?" When you heard this, the pen you were writing in your hand stopped.

Since the library is so quiet that you can only hear the rustling of the pen nib rubbing against the paper, you asked in a low voice.

"I'm going home for the weekend." Harry seemed to think you didn't hear clearly, so he repeated what he just said.

"I know." You answered like this, but he made a puzzled expression, so you had no choice but to lean closer and whisper in his ear, "No, I'm asking...then what?"

As he wished, you took the initiative to approach him again. He forcibly suppressed the sweetness in his heart, and said to you, "...it doesn't count as going home, just go to my engagement banquet."

Your pupils shrank for a moment, "But haven't you been engaged a long time ago? And let me pretend that..."

You can't say that word.

"Before the engagement was verbal. The two families had a meal together." As long as the young man talked about this matter, his mood would suddenly become unhappy, "This time it is very formal. The old thing will tie me up. "

"Then you go, I will support you mentally!"

Harry said sternly, "You have to come with me too. That way I can call off the engagement."

When you heard this, you thought about it carefully, as if you should go...

"Then, what does your fiancée look like?"

This time it was the boy's turn to be silent.

He couldn't really remember what Lily Hollister looked like.If it weren't for this Hollister who always gave him gifts with all kinds of inexplicable holidays, he might have completely forgotten about this person.

The only thing he remembers clearly is that when he met for the first time to discuss this damn marriage when he was a child, he was rebellious on the surface by accident, and knocked over a whole plate of fruit salad with sauce on Lily's face.

His father just wanted to get more resources to continue his biotechnology research.So he freely transferred Harry's love.

Anyway, the girl started to cry immediately, her eyes couldn't be opened after the white sauce was pasted on it, so Harry only noticed the long braided hair of the other party's similar color to his own.And this was the moment he remembered most clearly.

Harry was at a loss for words for a rare moment.

For him, what is important is not the person, but the interests represented by the name, and he will never submit to a high-pressure marriage contract in exchange for a temporary relaxation of the relationship between father and son.He didn't mind a bad relationship at all—at first he felt cautious about his father's contempt and belittlement, and he was afraid that the relationship would get worse. Gradually, he got used to being treated sharply, and even became calm.

So whoever Lily was, he wouldn't be with her.

At the beginning, he just said casually, a temporary plan...

There are many incidents that can break the marriage contract, and he doesn't have to let you go with him.

"You'll know when you go." Harry rolled his eyes, avoiding your question just in time.

But seeing the hesitant expression on your face, he spoke again, "You don't want to?" He listened carefully, and there was even an imperceptible request in his tone.

"But I've never been there..." You whispered.

"Just follow me—it's the only thing you have to do." He even pinches your face.

You just wanted to say something, but you were overwhelmed by his strategy of advancing and retreating. Your moral sense does not allow you to destroy what you promised earlier.

You agreed, and unintentionally looked around, and found that several people had stopped their pens and secretly glanced at you several times.

The two of you are sitting next to each other, because of the reason of whispering, the current state is a little closer than ordinary sitting together.

...the distance is a bit too close.

"Dating in the library is forbidden!"

The boy wanted to get closer, but the administrator beat him on the back of his hand with a ruler.

The author has something to say: I found that there were two bugs that were not caught before, and I will try to fix it tomorrow.fainted.

My family and relatives are finally leaving because of the virus. They should be able to type well tomorrow. Sorry everyone, there was no update yesterday.

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