[Comprehensive] My little sister in battle clothes

High-end apartment in the city center, bright and quiet.

Peter was sitting by the bed. He had already peeled three apples and two pears because he had nothing to do.At the moment, he is dicing the fruit.

"Don't look up." Karen whispered into the earphone, "Unless you want to meet Miss Goulding's eyes."

Peter's hands trembled. He looked at the diced fruit on the plate and decided to cut them twice as small.

"I... I have enough." Melissa's voice was still so low, but Peter felt that it was full of deterrence. Her voice was like a mosquito: "Talk to me."

Peter paused, and he handed the fruit plate to Melissa: "Here you are."

"Thank you." Melissa saw that Peter was uncomfortable, but she didn't really care. She put the fruit plate aside casually: "You must be very worried these few days when I'm not here."

Although it's not very good to say that, I really didn't realize that you didn't come to school.Peter smiled to show his embarrassment. After all, he didn't pay much attention to other things in school except for his studies and Liz. In addition, Melissa's very low sense of presence made it even more difficult for people to find out.

"It's my fault." Melissa lowered her head, "I must have troubled everyone."

After all, she was a girl still recuperating in bed, no matter how reluctant Peter was, his heart softened at this moment.He looked at Melissa and said seriously: "You have to take good care of yourself, do you know how anxious your father is?"

Mentioning Mr. Goulding, Melissa's hands tightened. She held the quilt, then let go, without speaking.

Peter sighed, and he walked to Melissa: "Don't think about these things, you have to get better quickly. How are you doing now? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Melissa shook her head: "No."

She was wearing white pajamas, her hair was loose, and she looked so precarious that Peter felt he could push her with one finger.How dare such a timid girl commit suicide?He is really troubled, what should he do after this?

"Why don't you see what she likes about you and change it?" Karen suggested sincerely on the way home.

Peter now felt that she was a little unreliable: "What novel did you read this from?"

"Melissa first started paying attention to you because you, like her, are excluded students." Karen analyzed: "She wants to get close to you, thinking that you are similar."

"I have friends!" Peter retorted, "Ned!"

"So when she found out that you made friends, she started to shrink back." Karen continued: "But she is used to letting her eyes follow you all the time. She knows your troubles in finding a job and the taste of yogurt you have always wanted. She I've been following you."

"You say that, I'm really a little scared." Peter sat in the last row of the bus, and he felt that he sighed more today than last week: "Isn't it scary that someone is staring at me in the dark? "

"But she wasn't malicious." Karen said in a low voice, "otherwise your spider sense would have discovered it long ago."

"I know, but all her behavior makes me very uncomfortable." Peter leaned his head on the back of the seat, and bumped the back of the seat with the bumps of the car: "Especially now, I don't know how to face her at all." .”

"She likes your ordinary, Peter." Karen pointed out directly: "After she recovers, you can learn from the boys in your school. They are arrogant and arrogant. No one likes such a stupid look."

Peter was about to roll his eyes: "Why should I turn myself into the kind of person I hated the most because of her! Besides—" he seemed to think of something, and his voice became lighter: "Besides, Liz is also very Hate that kind of guy."

That—Karen thought about it again, feeling very frustrated: "I don't know what to do."

One person and one machine took care of each other and returned home without a word. Mei was still sitting in the living room watching TV.

"Are you back?" Mei looked up when she saw Peter entering the door: "Are you full?"

Peter nodded. He glanced at the still closed door of the guest room and asked in a low voice, "How is this guy?"

Mei shrugged and shook her head: "I don't know."

have no idea?Peter asked.

Mei hooked her fingers, called Peter to her side, and whispered, "I haven't gone out all day."

"Huh?" Peter was surprised: "And don't you eat?"

"Who knows." Mei also grabbed the back of the sofa and glanced at the door, she was a little worried: "I can't hear a single sound. Could this person commit suicide by renting a house?"

"Auntie!" Peter couldn't hear the word suicide now, and his brows were all knit together.

"Okay, okay." Knowing that her nephew is a solid eye, Mei patted Peter's butt lightly: "Hurry up and do your homework!"

"Auntie!" Peter was about to jump up again: "I'm a man!"

"Little brat." Mei put one foot on the sofa and brushed her hair, looking very coquettish.

Peter dragged his schoolbag and walked towards the room. Just as he reached the door, the next door suddenly opened a crack. Pound only showed a pair of eyes: "Hello..."

Peter jumped in fright: "Ah!"

The gap in the door became narrower. Pound struggled and asked, "Is there... any matches?"

"Matches?" Peter shook his head: "Do you want to use fire? Just use the fire on the stove."

Pound looked very disappointed, and he closed the door.

"He won't want to light a fire in the house." Peter walked into the room, his brows still frowned.

"I can see what he's doing." Karen wanted to share his worries, "As long as you turn on the permission..."

"No!" Peter whispered: "Your authority is only the living room and my room! You are not allowed to invade other people's privacy!"

"Okay." Karen agreed quickly, and she even took credit: "Since you said it, I will never connect the signal to your bathroom again."

"..." Peter paused for a while before turning on the phone, and then he said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Karen accepted it naturally: "Are you going to continue designing my image?"

"I want to modify it." Peter looked at the screen worryingly: "Obviously every place is very good, but it doesn't look like the effect I want."

Karen felt that the finished product was okay, but when she heard that Peter was still dissatisfied, she suggested, "Mr. Senior is a painter, why don't you ask him?"

"That's right!" Peter's eyes lit up: "I'll go ask him now!"

He picked up the computer and rushed out. When he reached the door of the guest room, he took a breath and let it out slowly, then knocked lightly on the door.

After knocking on the door for about a minute, the master was finally willing to open a crack, and Pound still only showed a pair of eyes; "What's the matter?"

"It's like this." Peter took advantage of the gap and put his hand in the crack of the door to prevent the other party from throwing the door in his face. "I drew a picture, and I want you to take a look at it for me."

"Ah." Pound seemed quite surprised, he didn't want others to come in: "Here, I, I'll help you see it in the living room..."

"Okay!" Peter nodded quickly: "Is the restaurant okay?"

Pound responded in a low voice, Peter pulled out his hand, and was about to turn around, when he suddenly heard a voice from inside the door: "Wait for me to clean up the house, you should come in and say..."

is there any difference?Peter stood obediently at the door, until the voice of "Please come in" came from inside, then he opened the door and walked in.

The curtains were all drawn, and only one bedside lamp was turned on. The room was rather dark, and an easel was erected by the window, with a semi-finished painting on it, and some white paper and other things were scattered on the floor.

It's just a little messy, and there's no weird smell in the house.Peter breathed a sigh of relief, and blamed his aunt for making him really think Pound was a pervert!

"The room is messy." Pound was quite embarrassed. He kicked away a few wooden ornaments on the ground, arranged the brushes and paper on the table, and said to Peter, "Put it here."

Peter put the computer on it, and pointed to the design drawing on the desktop: "This is it, I can only synthesize it with a computer, and the design always looks weird..."

"Is it your art homework?" Pound naturally thought so.

"Uh, yes." Peter nodded.

"I suggest you make your lips thinner." Pound talked about painting, and he relaxed: "And the bridge of the nose, you designed it too high..."

Peter couldn't help leaning over, seeing that Pound had changed a few places, and the whole became much more harmonious. He bent down: "Can you keep this lip? Let's see how to change other places..."

Pound didn't notice that Peter was shrinking behind him. He raised his arm and almost bumped into Peter. Peter stepped back subconsciously and stepped on a paintbrush that fell to the ground.

Boom!

"what!"

The huge movement made Mei in the living room couldn't help knocking on the door: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay!" Peter shouted towards the door. He just threw his whole body backwards, and it was nothing. He quickly realized that he pushed his hands back, ready to bounce.

Just such a support!Peter's hand was cut by a half-cut wooden ornament on the ground, and the barb pierced into his palm, and blood flowed down the palm of his hand.

"Oh my god!" Pound looked like he was about to cry. He looked around, and simply took a blank piece of paper and pressed it on Peter's hand: "Wait a minute, I'll get the medicine..."

"No need!" Peter hurriedly stopped him: "Don't disturb Mei, it was my own carelessness." He opened the white paper and took a breath: "Is there a tissue?"

"Yes! Yes!" Pound seemed to have just thought of it. He rushed to the bathroom and took out a roll of paper and handed it to Peter. He took the blood-stained white paper, crumpled it up and threw it into the wastebasket: "Go to the hospital. To take out the splinter..."

Peter gasped, still shaking his head.

"Get out of here." In the headset, Karen said: "You must go back to the house and take out the wooden splinter, otherwise the wound will heal!"

Peter sniffed, and he finally nodded.

"I'll send you off..." Pound was at a loss like a child who did something wrong.

"Okay, okay." Peter closed the computer with the other hand, clamped it under his arm, covered his paws, walked to the door and turned around and whispered, "Don't tell May!"

Pound froze for a moment, then nodded.

Only then did Peter leave in peace. After Pound sent him out, he locked the door. He put his ear on the door and walked back to the table when he heard Peter return to the room.

He bent down, took out the crumpled white paper from the wastebasket, and carefully unfolded it. In the middle of the white paper, there was a ball of bright red blood.

Spider-Man's blood.