Her Royal Highness the First Princess of Gotham

The peers standing on the podium are wearing brand new school uniforms.It looks like there is no difference from normal high school students.

Peter Parker thought so, absently looking at the young billionaire on the stage.

Bruce Wayne, the charming Gotham darling.

He was tall and slender, with soft and curly black hair, and blue eyes as deep and moving as the sea.The face is as perfect as a marble sculpture carved out of ancient Greece.With an intoxicating smile on his face, every movement and expression attracts everyone's attention.

Peter heard the girl in front of him whispering to another girl sitting next to her about this exchange student from Gotham.Talk about how humble and kind he is, and how rich he is.

He almost wanted to shout loudly in his heart!Hey!He's from Gotham!That's Gotham!The world's most dangerous city with the highest crime rate and not suitable for human survival at all! (okay maybe he's biased)

No matter how handsome he is (and rich), he is definitely not as simple as he looks!

Lemon fruit on lemon tree.

You under the lemon tree...just me.

Peter heard the girl in front of him say that she just followed Bruce Wayne's twitter and ins, and he seems to have [-] million fans.

He also heard her say that their family lived in the castle, and that ten thousand servants waited on him dressing and eating.

Their swimming pool is bigger than Central Park, and they can drive a submarine in it.

There are ten thousand ponies in their family.

The servants in their family ate snail caviar from morning till night until they felt sick.

They have hundreds of Heart of the Ocean from "Titanic" in their basement.

Peter lowered his head, looked at the sandwich worth two dollars and five cents in his schoolbag, and silently swallowed tears of poverty.

What's even more sad is that this perfect rich N-generation just happened to be sitting next to him, by the corridor window.

He saw that the shoulder strap of his schoolbag was probably embroidered with silver thread: "B. Wayne". From the luster of the fabric, it seemed that this person was really rich.

After putting away his schoolbag, Bruce raised his head and showed a polite smile to Peter who was staring at him blankly: "Hello, the shoes are very handsome."

Although he was a little puzzled as to why this future classmate would keep staring at him, he was already used to the gaze of others and knew how to deal with it.

"uh?!" Peter was taken aback, and quickly looked down at his shoes: "Thank you, I mean...yours are pretty good too."

Ah, it is the latest model that was just released online not long ago.It appears to be a limited edition.But he doesn't have the small money to buy qvq

Peter scratched his hair, looking a little at a loss: "Hi, I'm Peter Parker." He didn't know how to get along with this classmate.

"Bruce Wayne." Bruce nodded politely.

"I know, you just introduced it. It's amazing that you can call me Peter, my friends call me that." He only knows two billionaires in total, but they actually seem to be pretty good get along with.Not as inaccessible as one might think.

Like Mister Stark, he's also a very nice guy.

Bruce's smile remained unchanged: "Okay, Peter. You can also call me Bruce."

Facts have proved that Peter can always get along well with rich people.

After several months of communication, the teacher temporarily stuffed Bruce into Peter Parker's experimental group.

The billionaire is surprisingly good with his hands, and his operations are almost as accurate as deliberately measured.

Bruce took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves and put on his lab coat, revealing what he was wearing on his white wrist.

Although Peter thought it was his personal privacy, he really couldn't restrain his curiosity.

Because it was obviously a girl's hair tie, light blue, with a thin hair tie.There is also a small golden bell hanging on it as a decoration.At first glance, it is not something like a bracelet, but a hair tie.

While wearing gloves, Peter showed a puzzled look: "Is that a scrunchie?"

He still couldn't stop his curiosity.

It's so curious, something like this can appear anywhere but not on a billionaire's wrist.

Bruce nodded, looked down and buttoned his button.

Looking at his expression, he didn't seem to think it was a strange thing to have such a thing on his wrist.

Peter looked anxiously at his short black hair, then at his face.I really don't know if I should continue to ask: "...um?"

Bruce looked up at him, raised his eyebrows, and then slowly gave his explanation.

He raised his arm and rolled up the sleeve of his lab coat, revealing the hair tie: "Is it weird, girlfriend? It would be more convenient to prepare a few more hair tie. Sometimes she will lose the hair tie. Or the hair tie will suddenly collapse It’s always good to have an extra plan B.”

"Otherwise she will have trouble eating or exercising."

"girlfriend?!"

Sour.

Tall, handsome, rich, and a girlfriend, he is undoubtedly a winner in life.

"Actually, I didn't expect that." Peter scratched his hair awkwardly: "I thought you would be like Mr. Stark. Well, maybe that's why you have a girlfriend, you're so sweet."

The little spider, who has been solo for many years, silently recorded this detail in his heart, and rubbed his little hands excitedly, hoping that one day he can use this trick in practice.

Peter clicked his lips, and curiosity welled up again: "What kind of person is she? How long have you been together? Is she from Gotham too? Has she come here? Is she a supermodel? Or a child star? You guys How did you know each other?..."

"Very cute." Bruce raised the corners of his lips and pointed to the washing bottle next to him: "Okay, stop talking, and pass me the washing bottle next to you."

Peter is good everywhere, but when he is talkative, it is really scary: "I will tell you later, I am still in class."

"Peter Parker?"

The teacher who was directing the experiment in the adjacent group turned around and gave him a bad look.

"Sorry, teacher..." Peter raised his hand and made a zip movement on his lips.

...

Bruce Wayne was really easy to get along with, and Peter felt that no matter what he said, Bruce had something in common with him.He has a wealth of knowledge. Peter and he talked about everything from AI to Superhero Ontology, from VR to National Geographic, and from mathematical modeling to cosmology.

For this man, he even abandoned his good friend Harry, had lunch with Bruce under Harry's sad eyes, and formed a partner with him in physical education class.

It turns out that even sports aren't Mr. Rich's weak point, and Peter is guided through a tiresome tennis class quiz with ease.

So they spent a lot of extra time leaning against the isolation net to rest, sitting in the shade and watching their classmates practice their skills in the sun, so that tennis could add some spins that sounded very mysterious .

There was nothing interesting about their mechanical swings. Peter quickly lost interest in the weird swings of his classmates and himself.

On the red track of the track and field field, there seemed to be seniors who were a year higher than them. Peter saw a few familiar figures, but a student who was standing at the 100-meter starting point and waiting for the starting gun to fire was a bit more eye-catching.

Standing among the four of them, he was tall and tall.

Peter blindly guessed that he might be 1.9 meters tall.He is taller than the people next to him, and the person next to him is the captain of the school baseball team. He is 1.8 meters [-] and has a very strong figure.He further pointed out that the boy next to him was tall and tall.

He was wearing the school's uniform, simple white sportswear, without any extra decorations other than the school badge.His hair is also white, and it must have been dyed that way on purpose. Many of his peers think white or red hair is cool.His curly hair was tied loosely on the top of his head, just like the feeling he gave to others, and he looked a little lazy.

Accompanied by the teacher's voice, he squatted down slowly and took a starting posture.Even the warm-up before the run was omitted by him.

Peter guessed he might be a freshman.Because he had never seen this guy in school, if he had, he would have been impressed with this guy.

Because this person is so good-looking, if not for his height and imposing manner, Peter might have seen him as a girl at a glance.

His face was a little too delicate, and he was prettier than almost all the stars on the screen.The combination of facial features is almost perfect, and the skin is terribly fair.The corners of the lips curled up in a faint arc, as if there was a smile all the time.

The orange-red sunlight in the afternoon covered his whole body with a layer of gold, like the halo of God.His whole body appeared extremely holy in the halo, like an angel who descended from heaven to earth.

His muscular proportions also show beautiful arcs under the thin sportswear, and the arcs of his calves and arms are like lines that have been repeatedly modified by a painter.

The word handsome cannot be used to describe him, the only word that comes to mind is beautiful.It's like a miracle that came out of some fairy tale or picture book.

Peter stared blankly at him holding the plastic track with his hands, his eyes raised, as if casually sweeping in this direction.

It was a pair of very strange bright red eyes.

Peter felt as if his heart stopped for a moment because of his eyes.

The gunshot rang out suddenly, the boy smiled and looked away, and rushed out like a cheetah.

Peter was not surprised that he ran first, and he even subconsciously felt that this first time stranger should be so good.

"Is he good-looking?"

A deep, magnetic and pleasant voice suddenly rang in Peter's ear.

Almost without any thought, Peter nodded subconsciously: "It's beautiful!" It's so beautiful!

She is so beautiful like a fairy sister!

But as soon as the word came out of his mouth, Peter found in embarrassment that he had no idea what the hell he was saying or thinking.

He turned his head and looked at Bruce with a half-smile on his face in embarrassment, and coughed lightly: "It's not like that, Bruce, listen to my explanation."

"Nothing to explain."

Bruce shook his head with a smile. He turned his head and followed the white figure with his eyes. There was a ostentatious smile on his lips: "I also think he is very beautiful."

"...Really, he looks better than the school's cheerleader." Peter looked a little depressed: "I didn't mean to offend, I just wanted to express my opinion."

He has no other meaning.Everyone has a love for beauty, but he just let out a voice of admiration from the bottom of his heart.

"I know."

Bruce nodded, picked up his water bottle by his feet, and handed it out of the net.

Peter watched his action suspiciously, not understanding why he did it.

But right away, he saw the boy whom he was praising "beautiful" standing beside the teacher, waiting for him to record his grades, then he turned around and trotted towards this direction. ? ? ?

No way?Did that smile just now...

"What about mine?"

Davide was soon at the net.

He took Bruce's water bottle, frowning slightly.

Even the sound is great! ! !

It sounds as clear as spring water and very comfortable!

Peter raised his head to look at him in a daze, and the impact was even stronger from a closer look! 360-degree beauty crit without dead ends!Too beautiful!

His forehead is clean and full, his brows are slanted into his temples and slightly raised, his nose bridge is straight, his eyelashes are exaggeratedly long, casting large shadows on his cheeks.His eyes are a pair of peach blossom eyes dyed with light crimson, and the end of the eyes is raised.The lip color also has a peach-like pink.

Is he God's favorite child?

"I forgot to bring it."

Bruce put his arm on the net, smiling helplessly.His answer was a bit vague: "Just make do with it, I didn't drink much."

kettle…

Peter stared at the dark blue sports bottle in the boy's hand, and suddenly remembered that there were indeed two bottles of the same style in different colors in the locker when Bruce was changing clothes.But Bruce seemed to be standing in front of the cabinet, staring at the two jugs for a long time and hesitated, and then only took out one.

David also doubted the veracity of Bruce's words, Bruce was never one to forget something.

But thinking about it, Bruce really didn't need to lie to him.

He looked at Bruce suspiciously for a long time, and finally opened the kettle and took a sip.

After tasting it and found that there were probably no additional additives, David drank more than half of the bottle of water with doubts.

David closed the kettle, handed it back to Bruce, and trotted back.

Peter stared at his back for a long time, then turned his head and asked stiffly, "Your friend?"

Just now he was obviously still unscrupulous in commenting on other people's appearance.

Bruce nodded, opened the kettle and took a sip, then put the kettle back to his feet.

He chose not to tell Peter that what he just said might have been heard clearly by David, not to tell Peter that the so-called "girlfriend" was David who had just gone away, and not to tell him that David had a Red hair ring decorated with small bells.

Also chose not to tell anyone that he was only taking a jug on purpose.

...

Peter was in a trance all day.

In the evening, he saw the boy leaning against the wall and waiting for something during the day.Holding a cigarette with red dots on his fingertips, he stared at a place not far away.

After finally regaining his status, Harry's eyes widened, and he pulled Peter into a small corner:

"it's him!"

"What is him?" Peter looked at him with some doubts, not understanding what his friend was talking about.

"It's him! He! He!"

Harry flicked anxiously, but couldn't remember the name: "It's the vicious murderer! Ah yes, that's the one, he is, Davide Dumacher! It's him, the super villain."

The doubt on Peter's face was even worse: "Are you joking?"

The boy looked just like a girl, everything was normal except that he was tall and the color of his eyes didn't look right.

How could it be what Harry said.

He has long said that the current rumors are a bit too much, casually slandering such a student.

But Harry's expression was as serious as he looked.

Peter tried to get his friend to reverse this terrible concept: "Harry, all you heard were rumors, he was just an ordinary high school student."

Now he even felt that the legendary Gotham was not as scary as everyone said.Bruce is just a nice guy.

"No no no."

Harry shook his head frantically: "The only one who doesn't know what's going on is you, Peter, he's really, really dangerous. That guy has been a very dangerous juvenile delinquent since he was a child, and he took his seven or eight A classmate beat him to school. Seriously, all the exchange students from Gotham were terrified of him."

But not Bruce.

Peter watched his expression and swallowed the words silently.He poked his head out quietly to look at David Dumacher, trying to figure out what was going on.

But his gaze happened to meet David's lightly raised eyes.

Peter's spider sense took effect immediately, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

Danger!

Really very dangerous!

He had never felt such a sense of fear and crisis.

Scarier than Harry said!The moment this person looked at each other, he felt a kind of creepy fear.

If Harry hadn't grabbed him, he might have jumped up the wall in the first place.Instinct made him just want to avoid it far away.

He was still looking at him, and the shudder of being watched by a large beast nearly pinned Peter in place, preventing him from moving.

He watched as David chuckled at him before turning away.

For a long time... Cold sweat rolled down Peter's back, and the terrifying feeling of being dominated was completely gone.Peter regained his limbs.

David made him feel completely different from what he had felt in the afternoon.

Although it was hard to admit this appearance, Peter could already feel it.David...is not a human being, he is something similar to a natural enemy for human beings, terrifying and daunting.

...

Peter looked at Bruce, who was sitting next to him, hesitating to speak.

He didn't know how he should mention David to Bruce, he thought Bruce should be bewitched by David's usual appearance.

After all, if it was just the way David showed yesterday afternoon, no one would doubt him.

He didn't know how to mention his other friend to this friend he had only known for a day, and it was really suspected of causing discord.

But he was really worried that his friend would get hurt.

Peter glanced at the textbook tangledly, glanced at Bruce quietly, glanced at the textbook again, and glanced at Bruce again.I really don't know how to bring it up.

But when he looked at Bruce again, he found a familiar white figure standing outside the window. After he whispered something to Bruce, Bruce stood up immediately and told the teacher that his book had arrived to pick up the textbook and other necessities.

Before Peter could stop him, Bruce quickly walked out of the classroom with the teacher's nod.

David stood outside the window and glanced at him, the corners of his lips curled into a half-smile.

It seems to be mocking, and it also seems to be implying something.

Peter stood up abruptly.

"Peter Parker!"

The teacher on the stage stared wide-eyed: "Sit down! Do you also have books to take?"

"But teacher..."

Peter looked anxiously outside the door at Bruce, who left alongside David.

"What do you have to talk about after class! Now, sit down! Immediately! Immediately! Or I will count you as absent from class"

shit…

But the teacher said so, so he could only sit down obediently.

Every minute of sitting in the classroom is a torment.

Finally, when the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Peter grabbed his schoolbag and rushed out of the classroom quickly.

He's looking all by instinct, hoping nothing happens to Bruce.

David's sneer made his hairs stand on end, he was too dangerous.

He had never felt such a chilling sense of crisis before, whether it was the Green Goblin, Doctor Octopus, or the Lizardman, they all brought him far less feelings than David.

But he couldn't find Bruce anywhere, and the two of them seemed to have evaporated at school.

Peter frowned and stopped, thinking he must have missed something.

He thought for a moment, then quickly ran to the back of the teaching building. There were several utility rooms there, and it was not too far from the Academic Affairs Office, and very few people would pass by.

He vaguely felt that maybe they would be in a utility room somewhere.

Facts have proved that his conjecture is correct, but not entirely correct.

When he turned around the Academic Affairs Office and walked into the deserted corridor, he saw two familiar figures.

"Bruce...?"

Peter's pupils narrowed sharply, and he couldn't believe the picture on his retina.

Can someone explain why he sees his friend Bruce, whom he's been worrying about all this time, pulling the necktie of the most terrifying David, whom everyone says is scary, and kissing him? ? !

Spicy eyes.

Even David was still holding the book, with a surprised expression on his face.Coupled with the action of Bruce pulling him, could it be that Bruce is the one who took the initiative?

Peter's face became a little strange, and he suddenly remembered that Bruce was wearing a red hair tie on his wrist today.But today, what David wore on his head was the blue hair band that Bruce carried yesterday, which was said to be for his girlfriend.

Does he seem to know something important?

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