[Comprehensive British and American] SpiderGirl

Zhongcheng Middle School got its wish and won the first prize in the academic decathlon competition.After receiving the trophy, more than a dozen people went to visit the monument in a mighty way, then swept away the snack racks in the supermarket, and returned to the hotel where they stayed for a whole night. In a blink of an eye, everyone around them seemed to have found a dance partner.

Petra... lost in thought.

Back at school, almost every student was discussing preparations for the dance, whether they were in class or passing through the corridor between classes, and their hearts were full of restlessness and joy.

From a distance, I saw Flash rushing forward with a football in his arm—this speed was a bit astonishing, definitely surpassing his sprint in the school-level competition. Halfway through the courtyard, Petra still turned around quickly and ran away.

"Petty—"

The loud voice of the big boy was blocked by the crowd coming out of the art building, and Petra took the opportunity to escape successfully.

In front of the school gate, a luxurious and not at all low-key extended version of Lincoln was parked on the side of the road not far away. The students who passed by had already become accustomed to it, and only the students who were a little familiar with the same grade would say hello to Harry .

"Hey Osborne, are you coming over the weekend?"

"Probably, I have to see if I have time." Harry waved his hand at them apologetically, and when he turned around, he saw Petra.

"It's still so busy recently." She joked, approaching slowly.

"Um... yes." Harry rubbed his fingers, seemed a little uncomfortable, and cleared his throat, "Uh, by the way, I haven't congratulated you for getting the first place yet."

In the past, he would definitely take this opportunity to celebrate with her.Petra also thought that this was what he wanted to say, and after waiting for a while, Harry still looked hesitant, opening and closing his mouth several times, and finally closed it again with difficulty.

"Then I'm leaving first?" Petra looked at her watch and explained to him, "May is going to watch a movie with friends tonight, and I have to prepare dinner by myself."

"Ah, oh...Okay, see you tomorrow." Harry watched her go away with a sense of loss.

Petra wandered outside the fast food restaurant for a few minutes, and ran into Strange and Old Wang coming out of the store with ice cream.

The supreme mage muttered while walking: "What did I say? Eat this kind of high-energy and high-fat food before dinner, and sooner or later you will be fat to death—"

"It's better than starving to death." Master Wang replied calmly.

At this time, both of them saw Petra and stopped in unison.

"Have you eaten yet?" Strange greeted first.

She shook her head, but before she could answer, the other party stuffed a big cone into her hand: "Here, this is for you."

"Hey! That's my favorite flavor—" Wang protested.

"Hazelnut flavor, I like it too." Petra happily accepted the Supreme Master's kindness, and took a bite of the ice cream that was about to melt.

Strange squinted at his friend: "One is not enough to satisfy your hunger? Do you have any change?"

Wang gnawed off the cone, touched his pocket with his free left hand, and his tone became a bit vicissitudes: "It's gone."

Looking at them, Petra felt a sense of sympathy, and asked cautiously, "Aren't you mages, why don't you change a few more..."

"According to Gamp's Basic Transformation Law, food and currency cannot be created out of thin air using magic." Strange said coldly, "Didn't I tell you before?"

Petra scratched her hair: "I don't learn magic, why should I remember these?"

Noticing that the other party's eyes had become colder, she made a quick decision to make amends: "Are you guys going to have dinner? I'll invite you to eat pizza. Just right, I was worried that I couldn't finish it all by myself just now."

But it didn't take long for her to regret it.

The two mages sat on one side of the dining table, and Petra sat on the other side. While eating, they had to stare at the extremely stressful gaze on the other side, their scalp numb.

Magicians seem to be able to read minds...

As soon as this idea came to mind, Strange picked up the French fries and dipped them in Thousand Island sauce, and said, seemingly unintentionally, "Have you found anyone for the homecoming dance yet? Your efficiency is Not too slow."

There was a sudden chill down her back.

Immediately afterwards, Wang said unhurriedly: "What's the matter, girls don't need to be too proactive, they should wait for the other party to speak first."

Strange cast a coveted glance at him: "Your thinking is too conservative."

"It's because you are too open." Wang Zhenzhen had a good word, and then said to Petra earnestly, "Listen to me, if a man doesn't take the initiative, there is a 90.00% possibility that he is not interested in the other party."

"What about the remaining ten percent?"

"He's an introverted coward." Wang came to a firm conclusion.

Petra was thoughtful: "So, you mean, I should be patient...to wait?"

"No, I didn't say that." Wang corrected, "I mean, if you can't wait for the other party to speak, change your target as soon as possible. Cast your net wide!"

Strange looked sideways: "Is this the result of you casting the net for so many years?"

The bachelor Pharaoh calmly took a bite of the pizza and replied, "No, I don't like fish."

Petra felt that she couldn't continue communicating with them, so she wiped her mouth and slipped away.

Just after he came out of the fast food restaurant and didn't take two steps, he saw Tony walking out of the shop opposite with a bag of donuts and a bag of hamburgers and an iced Coke under his arm.

The bosses these days are so easygoing.

"..."

When the eyes met, Tony raised the paper bag nonchalantly and signaled to her: "Do you want to go home? I'll give you a ride."

"..."

Without further ado, Petra got into his car.

Today Tony drives a sports car, only the two-seater kind.She always felt a little awkward when she got in and put on her seat belt.

But Tony himself doesn't seem to be aware of this at all - or maybe he doesn't care.He started the engine with half a donut in his mouth, then tossed both paper bags to her.

"Try it?"

"Oh, I'm full." She said hastily.

"Then hold it for me." Tony said casually.

Petra sat upright the whole time, and tried to take out her mobile phone several times to pass the time, but finally held back, looked at the car window absently, and counted the sparrows flying by outside.

Looking at it from the corner of his eye, Tony noticed the sensitive mind of the teenager.

"Any trouble?" He asked proactively.

"Uh, oh, I'm thinking about the back-to-school season... the dance at night." Petra's tone was dry, and her sitting posture became more rigid. Through the reflection of the window glass, she could clearly see the man in the driver's seat Deep eyes—of course, looking straight ahead.

Therefore, she was distracted for a moment before continuing, "I don't know if I should go..."

His tone sounded distressed.

"Is something wrong?" Tony raised his eyebrows, and then understood without authorization, "Oh, haven't you bought a new dress yet? It's such a small matter, let's talk about it earlier."

"No." She quickly stopped this bad development, "I mean, I haven't found a dance partner yet."

"Oh..." Tony responded with a deep meaning.

In any era, even going as far back as Captain America's youth in the last century, it's embarrassing to be alone — regardless of gender — at any social gathering, or with friends of the same sex.

Can't find a dance partner?

This simply cannot exist in Tony's life dictionary.He collected himself, decided not to demand others according to his own high standards, and then thought about it—no, how could their cute little sister Petty have no relationship with the opposite sex?

He lightly tapped the steering wheel with his index finger, thought for a while, and suddenly realized.

"You still like Stacy?"

Petra was startled, and subconsciously denied: "No...ah, no, I'm not saying that I don't like him, nor do I still miss him... Ah, I just want to say..."

She became more and more confused as she spoke, covering her face.

Tony took a moment to glance at her, and the two of them just met each other's eyes.Petra quickly moved her eyes away, and looked out the window guiltily.After all, she calmed down a lot, she collected her thoughts, and said slowly: "I think it may be because... I like too many people, and I don't know which one is my 'like'. "

"Well, I understand." Tony said understandingly.

"...Really?" Petra was surprised, and immediately turned her head back.

"Like I once dated a German model," Tony said casually, "and then found out I liked Italian models better."

"..." It's not the same thing at all, is it? !

"It means," Tony said earnestly, "if you don't know what you're feeling, you'll only know what you want after you try."

Petra was very suspicious of this, and her eyes were full of extreme distrust: Is it possible to try things like feelings casually?

"For example, if you think you like that so-and-so very much, but it turns out that it's just ordinary admiration, then dump him and find someone else." He began to make extremely irresponsible playboy remarks.

Petra: "...I don't think this is good."

"Well, yes, I'm talking about my experience, don't do this." Tony said seriously.

She was melancholy: "As expected, you still don't understand."

Tony said forcefully: "How can I understand girls your age?"

When Petra looked over, he seemed to be smiling, but quickly restrained himself, slowed down, and parked the car on the side of the road.

"It's here." Tony said lightly.

After thanking Petra, she unbuckled her seat belt and prepared to get out of the car.Tony didn't say anything more. Seeing her flying outside like a sparrow, turning around and closing the car door, he raised his voice and shouted: "Good night, little girl!"

Petra waved her hand at the windowpane, suddenly feeling better.She hummed a song and took the elevator back home. Mei hadn't come back yet, so she sent her a text message saying that she met an old friend in the gym and went to sing K together.

Quite a rich night life, she sighed, putting down her schoolbag and the things in her hand-then, her movements stopped.

She actually brought Tony's hamburger down too!That was his dinner - he was watching from the sidelines, why didn't he remind him?

Petra patted her forehead, and quickly took out her phone to leave a message for the other party.

Within a few minutes, I received a reply.Tony was still driving, and the text should have been sent for him on Friday:

"It's your supper, young people should eat more."

Five minutes later, the second text message came again.

"Remember to sign for the delivery tomorrow."

"Express delivery???" Petra knocked on a series of question marks followed by exclamation marks.

The answer came quickly.

The people from the haute couture shop delivered the goods to Petra and handed over the big box with a bow tie to Petra.Michelle and Aiwa, who came to her house to do homework, gave a silent gift of attention.

"Bought a new dress again?" Michelle teased as she unpacked it, and said with a smile, "Didn't you say you already have it?"

"I don't know..." Petra struggled with the knot for a minute in a hurry, gave up, and directly brute force to demolish it.

The lid of the gift box slid off, and a card floated out.

- A dress can only be worn once.this is new.

Have a nice day.

TS

Petra was speechless, and was stunned for a long time, before bewilderedly covering her reddish cheeks.

"you're right."

Aiwa asked, "What did I say?"

"No, I mean MJ."

Michelle raised her eyebrows: "What did I say?"

"I like people who treat me well." Petra replied solemnly.