[Comprehensive] My little sister in battle clothes

Finally, when get out of class was over, Peter stuffed the earphones into his cochlea, picked up his schoolbag, and was about to rush out. He ran to the parking shed, unlocked the bicycle, and stepped over with one long leg.

"Hi~ fart!" A mean voice came, and he turned his head, frowning with some annoyance: "Thompson, what are you going to do again?"

"Are you rushing home to sew clothes?" Thompson was shaking a car key in his hand: "Would you like me to see you off, you little cry~"

"Who, who is the little crybag!" Peter retorted: "Go away, Thompson, don't get in the way!"

Thompson pinched the back seat of Peter's bicycle with one hand: "Wait a minute."

Peter didn't look back, he pushed the cart forward hard.

"Liz's bicycle is broken. If you fix it, I'll give you 50 yuan." Thompson pointed to a lady's bicycle in the corner: "How about it, you earn more than working in a bakery!"

Biting his lip, Peter pulled the bike out of Thompson's hands.

"Hey!" Thompson called him: "Hey! Help me out!"

Peter stepped on his bicycle and rushed out of the school gate without looking back.

"Auntie, I'm back." Peter pushed open the door, he was not in a good mood, and his tone was a little frustrated.

"We can eat right away~" Mei didn't look back, she stretched out a hand to Peter.

"What?" Peter was confused.

"Lemon!" Mei sighed, "I guessed that you must have forgotten."

"Ahhh!" Peter jumped up suddenly, threw his schoolbag on the sofa, turned around and ran outside: "I'm going to buy it now!"

He rushed downstairs in a few steps, the supermarket was still a little far from his home, and he was riding a bicycle at a very fast speed.

"Karen, where do you want to go tonight?" Peter felt a little better with the wind blowing.

"Follow your arrangement." Karen rarely had any objections.

"My homework is all done!" Peter squeezed the brakes, parked his bicycle at the entrance of the supermarket, and ran in a few steps. He skillfully found the area where the lemons were placed: "Auntie will watch the TV at eight o'clock, so we can go out for a stroll." Circle—Karen, help me scan the origin and date of production of these lemons."

I am your battle suit AI, not your smart butler.Karen's tone is almost in line: "Local production, picked last week."

"Very good!" Peter picked a few big and plump lemons and put them in the basket, and was about to pay the bill. When he passed the wine cabinet, he couldn't help but stop.

"No, Peter." Karen spoke first, "You're only 17."

"17 years and 6 months." Peter touched the wine bottle: "It was clearly Mr. Stark who handed me the bottle last time, but early the next morning, he turned his face and refused to recognize anyone."

Please don't say such words that can easily be misunderstood by AI.Karen couldn't help but wash up for the former boss: "Mr. Stark just asked you to hold it for him. Unexpectedly, when you turned around, you drank all the wine."

"But that feels really good." Peter smacked his lips: "It's so light and light, it makes people feel so happy!"

He reluctantly glanced at the wine cabinet for the last time, looked away, and walked towards the cashier without squinting.

"Liz, don't you ride your bike to school anymore?" A voice came from across a certain container.

Peter pricked up his ears, and he sneaked closer to the container.

"I don't know." It was Liz's voice. "My bike broke down. Maybe my dad won't buy me a new one."

"I don't even understand why you have to ride to school." Another voice said, "Obviously you have a car."

Liz didn't speak, and the two seemed to have walked away. Peter hugged the lemon and looked lonely: "She said that she might not ride a bicycle again in the future."

His mood became depressed again, and he went to check out with a lemon in his hand.

At night, in the dead of night, the school security guards had returned to the office to read the newspaper, and a man in a red tights slipped into the campus quietly.

He went straight to the parking shed, and under the moonlight, a blue lady's bicycle was parked there alone.

He sighed, and squatted down resignedly: "It's just that the chain is loose, I can fix it in a while."

"Why didn't you fix it after school?" Karen was a little puzzled: "You can also get 50 yuan as a reward."

"That's not a reward! That's a charity!" Peter protested in a low voice, "That guy Thompson, relying on his family's little money, is so powerful in school, huh!"

"You repaired the bicycle and got 50 yuan. How is this not a reward?" Karen searched the meaning of "remuneration" and "charity", but still didn't understand; "You paid the price!"

"The other purpose of his 50 yuan is to keep my mouth shut so that Liz thinks he fixed her bicycle!" Peter said angrily, "I won't cheat with him!"

"Oh." Karen didn't quite understand the grievances and grievances of human beings. She wrote down the question and decided to go online to ask Friday another day.

"And if I don't fix the car, Liz will drive to and from school." Peter squatted on the ground and buried himself in the car repair: "Then I won't even have the chance to talk to her every day."

Karen thought for a while and called out a string of numbers.

What's this?A projection appeared in front of him, Peter raised his head and glanced casually, then lowered his head again.

"Miss Liz's home address, phone number, and all social accounts." Karen's tone was as calm as ever: "You can talk to her whatever you want."

"Hey!" Peter almost jumped up: "How can you check this, it's all private! Delete it!"

"Okay." Karen is an obedient and good AI, and she has no excuses.

"Actually, I have her phone number." Peter continued to repair the car: "I accidentally saw it when I helped the teacher collect the family information form." He fixed the chain, picked up the car and pushed it: "I have been I remember this string of numbers, but I dare not dial them."

He clapped his hands, shot out a string of spider webs, and jumped to squat on a small building opposite: "What about making a phone call? Hey, Liz, I'm Peter Parker, and I ride my bike to school with you every day." That guy~"

He learned for a while with his voice suppressed, then lowered his head in frustration: "This is just like a perverted stalker."

After a while, Peter felt that the silence was unaccustomed, and he called softly, "Karen?"

"I'm here," Karen replied.

"Say, how about I post the video of the car I just repaired on the Internet?" Peter suddenly became excited: "Spiderman repairs the car for a girl, and everyone in New York will envy her!"

Karen thought for a while and replied, "Captain America and Iron Man are the superheroes with the most fans."

"Do you have such statistics?" Peter stood up and jumped twice: "Show me quickly!"

A group of projections appeared in the air, with a pie chart drawn on it, occupying the two largest areas of the pie chart. One is Steve Rogers, and the other is Tony Stark. In addition, Thor has a lot of fans.

"What about me? What about me!" Peter enlarged the pie chart and struggled to find his name inside.

"The yellow area." Karen thoughtfully enlarged the picture several times, and completely placed the yellow area on the entire screen.

A small piece of yellow, with a line drawn from it, and an arrow pointing to - other.