"What the hell are you trying to do!" During the physical education class, Peter finally found an opportunity to pull people into a small corner: "What speech! What Westchester! What did you say to Mr. Stark that day! Why did you call What is Senior!"

"Mr. Stark thinks that I should still have a degree certificate." Karen said calmly, "Although he can get me one directly, I want to experience campus life."

Peter expressed 12 doubts with an expression of "you lied to a ghost".

"You don't want me to go to school with you?" Karen asked back. "I thought it was going to be a surprise."

"It's a surprise, that's right, if you have no other plans." Peter curled his lips: "Karen, I'm not stupid, are you and Mr. Stark planning something recently?"

Ah, found out.Karen reflected on herself. After all, Peter never expressed any objection to matters concerning Mr. Stark, which led her and Tony to agree that as long as the beginning of "Mr. Stark decides", he would not raise any objections. question.

"So you really are here to spy on me!" Peter narrowed his eyes: "I know that my test score dropped last time, but it was because I was half an hour late that morning to catch speeding robbers. I don't have time to do big things, I..."

"Is this the reason why your grades dropped in the last exam?" Karen interrupted him: "How dare you be late for the exam!"

Peter immediately pursed his lips tightly, and no one forced him to speak anymore!

"I thought we had reached a consensus that Spider-Man would not affect Peter Parker's life!" Karen looked around, making sure no one was paying attention, and whispered, "Listen, your priority right now is to get into college. !"

"It's very simple." Peter murmured, "Isn't it just to go to university..."

"And your future life!" Karen emphasized: "You are Peter Parker first, you can't make your life a mess just to save the world!"

"Peter Parker's life has been a mess," he retorted under his breath.

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly turned sideways to block Karen, and a basketball hit him on the back. Not far away, several boys headed by Thompson were yelling at him maliciously: "Fart! Pass the ball!" return!"

Peter frowned, he didn't move.

"If you can't pass it on, you can use your head to come over!" The boys continued to laugh: "Like a circus dog!"

Several people laughed, Peter bit his lip, he picked up the ball and was about to throw it over—

Holding him with both hands, Karen took the basketball from him, weighed it in his hand, and then slammed it at Thompson's head!

Karen's first physical education class ended so early. The principal of Midtown High School never expected that he would see the freshman in the morning and see her again at noon.

He glanced at Thompson, who had bruised eyes, and then at Karen, who was quiet and quiet, before asking, "Did you smash it?"

Karen nodded, then shook her head again: "He asked me to throw it back."

"You throw it at my head!" Thompson yelled, "Principal! She did it on purpose!"

"I don't know how to pass the ball." Karen glanced at him, "I'm not strong, so I just throw it like this. Who knows that you stand still and catch it with your head. What can I do?"

Thompson choked, and he was actually very confused. God knows what evil he was caught at that time, and everyone around him avoided it, but he was hit by a ball as if a root had grown on the sole of his foot.

"Okay." The principal said with a headache expression: "Miss Senior, no matter what, Mr. Thompson was injured because of you."

"I will pay for the medical expenses." Karen said very chicly.

"I don't care about your medical bills!" Thompson said angrily, "You're just selling ice cream at the gate of the school! I have a hundred ways to stop your broken shop from opening!"

Karen looked at the sky: "Principal, he said that I don't need compensation."

"I didn't say that!" Thompson was angry.

The headmaster felt even more headache. He knocked on the table and stopped loudly: "This matter still needs to be coordinated by your parents! I..."

Before the words fell, the door of the principal's room was pushed open, and a woman hurried in. The woman grabbed Thompson's shoulder: "My God!"

The principal's assistant said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I can't stop..."

"It's okay." The principal rubbed his forehead wearily, and shouted at the students who were poking their heads at the door: "Everyone go out to class..."

"Who did it!" shrieked Mrs. Thompson, and turned, Karen bowing her head in penance.

"Look, Thompson got hit by a woman!"

"Freshman, I heard it was hit by a ball."

"Tsk tsk, it's a good thing Thompson always brags about his football skills. Fortunately, the school team didn't recruit him. He can't even dodge a woman's ball."

A few whispers came from the door, and the principal's assistant frowned, trying to go forward and close the door.

"I'm sorry, but this is an accidental injury in gym class." Karen finally raised her head and bravely took responsibility: "I will bear the medical expenses."

As soon as Mrs. Thompson heard that her son was injured, she hurried over, not paying attention to who the murderer was.The anger she was holding back turned into internal injuries after seeing Karen, and she couldn't bear to believe that her son was beaten by this frail girl.

She swallowed a mouthful of old blood, and asked bravely, "You hit my son?"

Thompson was very angry at first, but after hearing those whispers before, his whole body was in a bad mood. He pulled his mother and said in a vicious voice: "Say it, accidental injury!"

Karen raised her eyebrows, but didn't answer.

The whole matter was left alone, Thompson dragged his mother away, and Karen was about to retreat when the principal stopped her: "Miss Senior, no matter what, I should inform your parents about this matter."

"Okay." Karen nodded indifferently, she didn't even know who the parent was on the register.

Seeing that her attitude was more sincere, the principal nodded and let her go.

As soon as he went out, Peter rushed over: "It's all right!"

"It's okay." She shook her head: "It's nothing to fight among classmates."

What a mess, it's so easy to say!Peter rambled: "Why do you want to get ahead? I just ignore him. Thompson has many younger brothers in school. If you do this, what will you do in the future? No, no, you have to follow me in the future, I... "

"I'm hungry." Karen interrupted Peter, "Is there any food in the cafeteria?"

Peter sighed, and took out a paper bag and a bottle of milk from his bag: "Only sandwiches can be packed."

Karen laughed, and she dragged Peter to the stairwell, where they sat for lunch.

"However, what is that speech contest?" Peter opened the milk and handed it to Karen: "Why have I never heard of it?"

"Because it was newly created last week." Karen took a big sip of milk to moisten his throat: "Stark Industrial Cup."

Peter twitched the corner of his mouth: "You won't be the only one participating."

"That's a lot!" Karen squinted at him. "In addition to the bonus, the winner also has the opportunity to go to Stark Industries for an internship. It is said that the number of applicants has exceeded a thousand."

"That's great." Peter sighed: "Whether it's Luthor or Mr. Stark, they can always organize various activities. I heard that Mr. Wayne in Gotham City also sponsors under his name." Lots of competitions!"

"For example, the most famous America's Next Top Model." Karen swallowed the last bite of the sandwich: "Every year, Stark and the Wayne Group will keep increasing the price in order to compete for the largest sponsor. Last year's investment was enough to hold ten science competitions. .”

Peter choked, so reasonable he couldn't argue.

"You can do it in the future." Karen looked at Peter and said seriously: "You said that you will start your own company in the future and buy cars for Mei and me."

Peter smirked, scratching his head sheepishly.

"I will open a dessert shop in the center of New York in the future." Karen leaned on Peter's shoulder and said slowly: "If possible, I will only open this one and make cakes and ice cream by myself. Guests must order in advance to have it." location, I will open it for many years until it becomes a time-honored brand in New York.”

Peter looked down at her and put his arms around her shoulders: "Then my company is located next to your store, what privileges do I have?"

"Of course." Karen raised her head and said softly, "The first cake every morning is yours."

A week later, the Stark Industry Cup speech contest was held as scheduled.

Although it was just a product of a whim, the prize money and the fame of Stark Industries still attracted many contestants, and major TV stations and advertisements reported the competition one after another.

"Stark Industries holds a French speech contest! Does it mean that the Stark Group is preparing to occupy the European market!" Tony crossed out the news projection, and said disdainfully: "The association ability of this group of people is really powerful."

On weekends, Peter brought Karen to the Avengers Building to clean the air conditioner, and Tony waved him off to clean the glass, while Karen and himself leaned on the sofa to blow the air conditioner and watch the news.

"But next time you compete, can you have a more expressive expression." Tony pulled out the video of Karen's speech, and clicked twice: "Look at the other players, then look at you, keep a straight face, if not Your pronunciation standard has long been eliminated!"

"I thought this competition was just for me to show my face on TV, not to win an award." Karen gave Tony a weird look.

"Since you have the strength, why don't you go to the end!" Tony said angrily, "I won't allow you to fail!"

"This is your strength." Karen didn't care much: "You have implanted thousands of language programs in my program, and it has nothing to do with me."

"Because of this, you can't fail!" Tony leaned back on the sofa with one hand on the back of the chair: "How can my work be defeated by ordinary people!"

Karen gave him a blank look, but said nothing.

"You must be in the top ten." Tony said with a serious face: "The top ten players will do interviews alone, and then you will have the opportunity to show your face widely. Woolen cloth!"

"He's already here." The door opened automatically, and Charles pushed the wheelchair in uninvited: "Emile has appeared in New York."

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