[Comprehensive British and American] SpiderGirl

Petra was sure Thor had no idea what they were talking about.

It can be seen from his expression - smiling, but his eyes are blank.

There were screams and whistles outside the classroom, and the God of Thunder turned to wave to these little fans with a smile on his face.After a while, someone took a camera and asked to take a group photo, and he happily agreed.

The classroom quickly turned into a small meeting, and Petra and the others were squeezed into a corner by chattering students.On one side was Flash with a livid face, and on the other was Michelle with an inscrutable expression. She stood in the middle, surrounded by the crowd, at a loss.

"Although I really want to ask how you guys met...but forget it," Michelle thought for a while and said, "It's probably some kind of luck. So, how do you feel now?"

Petra: "I...might be the Chosen One?"

Only then did Flash react, and turned to look at her with a strange expression.

"Your average high school student doesn't get the chance to meet an Avenger, does he?" Petra shrugged. "Or do you want to say that the Avengers are nothing special?"

Flash opened his mouth.He may really have such a plan, but he also knows how powerless it is to say it.In terms of lip service, he is really not very good, but with Saul present, how dare he threaten with force, he can only hold on: "Not everyone likes superheroes! Huh, I am Flash Thompson, even if it is With a broken leg, I can't play football anymore, and I won't worship Avengers, Avengers!"

"Come on, you're just jealous." Michelle sneered, "Also blond, you're just a brat, and Sol—"

When she said this, she paused, and looked at the focus of the crowd: "That's the real man."

Flash was speechless, glared at them, and stormed away.

Petra looked at her: "I thought you were not interested in men."

"It's just an objective evaluation." Michelle replied, raising his eyebrows, "I think he's pretty good, do you want to try it?"

Petra laughed dryly: "Stop joking, MJ, I'm just an ordinary high school student..."

"Who said that just now? 'The average high school student doesn't know any Avengers,' doesn't he?" Michelle blinked her left eye.

"I'm just kidding..." Petra coughed embarrassingly.

She never knew that there were so many superhero fans in the school—it seemed that just someone yelled, and immediately countless people appeared from all directions, blocking the corridor completely.She couldn't help but worry, Sol wouldn't be eaten alive by these students, right?He looks so innocent.

Soon, Petra found herself thinking too much.

After Sol wrote his name on the third schoolbag in a fluttering fashion, he suddenly remembered his business, raised his hand and said something.After a distance, Petra didn't hear clearly, and saw the boys and girls laughing and spreading away, making way for them.

In the face of beauty, nothing is impossible.The two girls were amazed.

"You are here!" Sol's eyes lit up, he strode forward, nodded to Michelle, and then looked at Petra, "May has a date with the owner of the pizza place across the street, and she can't make dinner, so she asked Let's go out to eat by ourselves."

"You live together?" Michelle raised her eyebrows again.

"Uh, no, it's just a neighbor." Petra hurriedly explained, "Sol still doesn't know how to use the gas stove of the earthlings."

"I didn't cook in Asgard either." Thor said frankly.There is no idol baggage of a god at all.

Michelle muttered: "I want to know."

"Then go out and eat. But I don't have much money on me." Petra sighed, looked at Sol, obviously didn't expect much cash on him, and asked tentatively, "May I treat you to a sandwich?"

Sol asked for five sandwiches for eight dollars.The two were walking on the street, and he took care of the last one in threes and fives. His cheeks were puffy, he looked at Petra who was still chewing slowly, and said seriously: "You need to eat more and grow more meat. Of course, if you want muscle, you’d better go to the gym—afterwards, people at school won’t dare to bully you anymore.”

Petra was taken aback: "You...know? You saw it just now?"

"May said it." Saul didn't seem to notice her embarrassment, and continued, "My brother was also bullied by his peers when he was a child. Learned close combat."

He made a gesture of waving a knife, and grinned: "Melee mage, understand."

Petra wanted to say something, but couldn't say it: "..."

That's the god of trickery!Dare not dare to compare.

"By the way, you said you were looking for a servant, did you find it?" She changed the subject.

"Today's one? He didn't pass the test." Sol frowned in disgust. "The gingerbread I made was worse than May's two weeks in the refrigerator. I think I might need to contact Tony and ask him to find me one." A chef who can cook French food."

"The kind in the Northeast Michelin?" Petra answered casually, seeing Saul's thoughtful expression, interrupted quickly, "Don't stop, I'm just joking!"

"Oh, I was just joking." Saul said calmly, "I don't have a mobile phone."

"……"All right.

Unexpectedly, Thor successfully hired a servant, communicated harmoniously, and finally agreed to use his Asgardian gold coins to pay the weekly salary.

I don't know which street he found the homeless man. He has a beard and looks a little old, but he is surprisingly good at housework.Petra went to rub a few times and didn't want to go home.

Fortunately, Mei and the owner of the pizzeria have had a hot fight recently, and they go out every day, and the number of times they cook has been greatly reduced.She had no shortage of suitors before, but in order to take care of Petra, she never considered finding a boyfriend.Now that she knows Saul, and with him to help take care of Petra, she is very safe, so Mei can go on a date with confidence.

They were going to Long Island this weekend, and when Petra came back from school, Mei prepared spaghetti for dinner and kissed her on the forehead: "You stay at home obediently, don't run around, and don't open the door at night, do you understand?"

Petra stirred the noodles with a fork, it was hard to swallow.When Mei went out, she resolutely poured dinner into a lunch box, put it in the refrigerator, and slipped to the next door to knock on the door.

"Hey, it's just in time." Sol was not surprised to see her here, with a smile on his face, "I asked Jack to cook Australian food-have you ever eaten kangaroo meat?"

Petra shook her head.

Sol turned his head and asked Jack in the kitchen to pack a large plate of meat for her.

The room he rented was not big, and the table was only equipped with two chairs.In the cognition of the god of Asgard, servants are not at the table, and they don't know what agreement they have reached, and Jack doesn't seem to have the slightest opinion.

Petra sat down opposite Saul, looking at the newly decorated house.

There is a row of strange wood carvings on the cabinets, a huge sheep's head hanging on the wall, and even an antique silver candle holder on the dining table - Sol said that these were brought from Asgard. It is his treasure.Petra disagrees with his aesthetic.

The lights were off, and Jack lit candles before serving them food.In the whole living room, only the light of orange candles remained, flickering slowly within the sphere of influence of the electric fan.

"That, Sol..." Petra swallowed.

"what?"

"Don't you think this is a bit weird?" she asked hesitantly.

"Where?" Saul didn't understand.

"Like, candlelight dinner?"

Sol looked around: "I think it's pretty good. Why, aren't you used to it? This is the tradition of dining in Asgard."

"..." You are a god, listen to you.

Petra sighed, put down her schoolbag, and hung it on the back of the chair, a piece of black metal was exposed under the zipper.

Sol has infinite curiosity about all things on earth: "What's in it?"

"Uh, anti-wolf equipment." Petra explained, "May asked me to buy it for fear of accidents when I was alone. It seems to be installed behind windows and doors to prevent people from being broken in... I will study it later, See how to use it."

"Door stopper? It doesn't need to be so troublesome." Saul said, "I'll just lend you Mjolnir if you don't need it."

Petra didn't eat much, and the satisfaction of the food made her not plan to go home for the time being. Like the previous few times, she took out her homework after eating.

Sol sometimes wondered what they were teaching.However, no matter how rich Asgard's courses are, he obviously doesn't have the talent to learn science well. After just a few glances, he quickly lost interest and borrowed a PSP from her to lie on the sofa and play games.

The PSP was picked up by Petra from the recycling bin, and it can still be used after repairing it.Sol doesn't care about things that others dislike, and he still enjoys playing with the defender of the last century.

"I remembered, are you going to a classmate's house for a party next Friday?" Sol suddenly sat up and offered to advise her, "Then you have to prepare the dress in advance, how about going shopping tomorrow?"

Petra just finished writing the last formula, and stopped writing, a little surprised: "No, no, I don't plan to go."

Sol raised his eyebrows: "Shouldn't children of your age like these activities very much? Dancing with your peers, having dinner...whatever. Look at Tony—that's the Iron Man, you know? A lot of age Yes, we have to do it once a week, invite a bunch of fashionable girls to the house..."

"Stop, stop!" Petra blushed a little, "I just..."

She sighed: "I can't dance."

Sol was a little surprised, then sighed.

"Poor girl."

From childhood to adulthood, from Asgard to the earth, the son of Odin has always been the most eye-catching and popular among the crowd. It must be difficult to understand being regarded as a different person by his classmates, and he cannot empathize with being excluded and being teased .

He put down the game console and patted Petra on the shoulder as a sign of comfort.Then he said:

"What do you want to learn? I'll teach you."

Wow.

Petra blushed.

This god is too manly!What on earth was Jane Foster thinking after dumping him?