[Zhongyingmei] dishonest love

"Good morning, Peter." Jenny had the illusion that the neighbor boy didn't seem to have had a good night's sleep a few days after she moved here, "I bet you must have had a bad night." Get a good night's sleep in a room with mice?Jenny couldn't, anyway.

"Well, good morning." Peter maintained no eye contact with Jenny, yes, he fell asleep in the middle of the night after tossing and turning, who was the culprit?He made it himself.

"Poor child." Jenny was so old that she had only seen mice in movies or TV shows. To be honest, she was really scared yesterday.

An ordinary day passed, and there was no difference except that Peter was always preoccupied. It is worth mentioning that Michelle readily accepted Jenny's friendship biscuit, but no matter how she looked at it, she felt that the friendship biscuit was Michelle played the role of popcorn in her hands--

"Michelle, do you really like detention so much?"

"No, I remember telling you I love coming here to observe people in trouble. By the way, this cookie is awesome."

"Well, thank you... But I'm fine, the predicament is over." Jenny frowned, "Do you have to keep staring at me? I can't make up my lessons properly."

Michelle bit her biscuit and slurred her speech: "Don't be sentimental, I mean he is the one who is in trouble."

"Me?" Peter was lying on the spot, he just came to help the neighbors with homework, okay?

"You two have a situation." Michelle's intuition came again, but this time, everyone may see something without intuition.

Remedial lessons need to look like remedial lessons. How can someone rely on his good eyesight to sit firmly at the side table and watch from afar, and occasionally stretch out his long arms to make gestures for the girl when he needs to explain. Does he think he is a gibbon?

Jane, who was engrossed in the test questions, might not have noticed the problem, but Michelle, as a bystander, had a great time watching - what happened to make Mr. Peter Parker look like a young wife and regard the soft girl Jane as a scourge?

"Why don't I know, what's going on?" Jenny was at a loss.

"Detention room for making up lessons? I wouldn't have chosen this place for making up lessons. So, what happened?" Michelle's staring eyes made Peter feel guilty.

"It's okay, he just happened to go to practice after helping me with tutoring. Any sympathetic person would do this for a friend."

"I won't. The detention room is not a good place. Who would come here when they have nothing to do? This reason is not enough for me to believe it."

"You." Jane pointed at Michelle, talking nonsense, "Don't you just love coming here all the time."

Michelle was at a loss for words: "...I don't want to talk to you anymore, goodbye." After speaking, she left with her schoolbag, leaving Jenny and her little daughter-in-law Peter behind with dazed faces.

"Michelle is acting so strange." Jane looked at the temporary teacher Peter, and then realized something was wrong, "Why are you so far away from me? Can you see clearly?"

Peter nodded wildly like a chicken pecking at rice: "I can see clearly."

"Uh...OK." After replying hesitantly, Janet took a chance to sniff herself—what went wrong, why did she feel that she was rejected?In the morning, when she hurriedly baked caramel cookies for Michelle before leaving the house, she probably got some syrup on her body. She regretted using the new brand of caramel. The smell of popcorn was too strong, and it was surprisingly sweet. But it's already after school, so the smell has already dissipated, right?

After the tutoring, when the two parted at the subway station, Jenny hesitated and asked, "Peter, do I smell bad?" Girls will care about this question!She is a good kid who loves cleanliness!

Oops?Peter recalled the scene when he just met her in the morning, and once again relived the reflexive swallowing caused by olfactory stimulation in his memory. Since he acquired the ability to mutate, his ability to receive information and sensory level are several times that of ordinary people. not badShe smells like pastries!Sweet and greasy, fragrant, the kind that whets the appetite of others!

"I have a stuffy nose, I can't smell anything..." He couldn't smell it, he had a stuffy nose, Peter hypnotized himself like this over and over again.

So he was so far away from himself because he was afraid of infecting himself with the cold. Jane grabbed Peter's hand and shook it: "You are such a good person, take care of yourself!"

"???" Peter stared blankly at the back of Jane leaving happily, he couldn't keep up with Jane's brain circuit.

……

Saturday, Avengers Tower.

Jane came to the Avengers Building again with a schoolbag of algebra notes on her back. She and Peter borrowed the algebra notes in the school bag. Peter had no time to make up lessons for her on weekends, so she could only rely on herself.

This time the front desk lady didn't even inform her, and directly handed her a pass with an extremely polite smile: "Mr. Hogan ordered me to prepare this for you. With this, you can directly use the elevator dedicated to the upper floors to reach Mr. Stark." office."

"Thank you." Jane accepted the pass excitedly, and sure enough, the door of the special elevator opened to her, allowing her to pass without hindrance.

"Hi, Mr. Stark, I think Mr. Hogan should have told you that I will come." Jenny greeted shyly.

Tony crossed his fingers and frowned at her under his chin: "Do I look like I know you're coming?"

Isn't this embarrassing?Jenny pursed her lips and looked at Stark with pitiful eyes.

"I'm lying to you, I know." Tony gave up teasing the little girl, "What are you talking about?"

"Parents are required to sign a quiz at school." She originally wanted to delay this matter until before she left.

"Failed?"

"Almost..."

"Wow, I wouldn't call a score of 19 a near pass." How many buildings would she have to donate to get into MIT with this score?

"I need to get used to it... Didn't you fail when you first entered MIT?" Jane came here after being mentally prepared. Of course, she paid a little attention to the little news about her cousin more than [-] years ago. .

"I believe it's more accurate to describe it as "missing exams". I partyed all night and missed a test or two." He took out his pen and signed her name on the test paper, "By the way, I was 15 years old at the time Come on, the same age as you. I, at MIT, you, here, failed algebra."

"I assure you, this will be the last time you fail." What a shame...

"It's good to be ambitious, sign it." Tony handed her the handout, "Come on."

Jane moved to the sofa: "There is a make-up exam next Wednesday, can I study here?"

"I'll ask someone to find you a quiet place? I can find someone to tutor you." She better not think about asking him to help her with homework, that's impossible, Tony Stark's time will not be spent on In middle school students' homework, he bid farewell to mathematics of this difficulty when he was four years old.

"No, I'll just teach myself." Jenny could see that he didn't quite agree, "Please, Mr. Stark, I feel inspired to see you, you are my idol, and you promised me yourself You can come."

"...Old rules, just be quiet."

Jenny made a zipper movement on her mouth, and then made an OK gesture.

"Solid eye, I didn't tell you not to make noise, and I didn't tell you to be dumb."

Jane obediently spread her notebook on the coffee table to study, trying to find a comfortable and non-disturbing posture to study.

"..." One compromise means another compromise. Even if he warned himself like this, Tony still couldn't convince himself not to care about her—is it comfortable to read and write in that posture?His eyes are short-sighted, and he felt guilty when he thought of the little girl wearing a pair of glasses with thick wine bottle bottoms on her slender nose. "Friday, tell someone to bring in a set of tables and chairs."

"Understood, boss."

So 10 minutes later, Jenny sat on the desk in the corner, started to study with a correct posture, and why did Mr. Stark feel that he was fooled again, so he just allocated a place in the office and went out?Although she crouched in a corner reading a book, she looked like a clerk buried in a typewriter and a pile of documents in the last century-it was not inconspicuous at all, and it didn't take up much space.

"Is there anything you can't do?"

"No, Mr. Stark."

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"I can handle it myself." Jenny followed the do-not-disturb policy from beginning to end.

"Please, can you come and ask me, please?" God, she did the question like she was being tortured, and even if he did hint to leave him alone, she didn't have to fight with her teeth and pen just to refuse please help.Having said that, biting the nib of your pen is a really bad habit.

Doesn't she know that little girls have the right to break the rules and act like a baby?It seems that the youngest daughter of the Lovech family does have social weaknesses. She doesn't even know such basic rules.

"A little girl who doesn't act like a baby and loses her temper is not a good little girl!" Tony spread his hands, "kid, I'm not that kind of jackal, I'm your parent, as long as it's not too much, you can have a little temper and raise a little bit Small request."

"Is it really okay to bother you?" Besides, she had no nerve to bother him with such pediatrics.

Half an hour later, Jian Nisheng rolled up the notebook unrepentantly: "Forget it, I'll do it myself, Mr. Stark, you are really smart, but you are not suitable for teaching students, Peter is much better than you .”

What Jane needs most at the moment is horizontal learning. The methods of solving problems and the knowledge used can be superficial, but the most important thing is to learn enough so that she can pass the make-up exam next week, instead of learning so deeply.

A mere problem, Mr. Stark wants to explain eight solutions to her, and seven of them are solved by solutions that high school students have not learned at present, and are unlikely to learn in the future. Although she has a good memory, even if she may not Even if she understands it, she can remember it, but remembering it is useless. Even if she writes down all the eight solutions during the exam, the teacher will not give her eight times the score!

"Are you challenging my authority?! You are not allowed to leave until you finish speaking!" He even said that he is not as good as a middle school student, or that little bug in a funny floral sweater! ! !Unforgivable! ! !

"QAQ"

So the whole situation on Saturday can be summed up as - the young girl in the blooming season was brutally lectured by the uncle, and was threatened to score more than 91 points in the make-up exam. The reason was that if the students he taught could do better than that little bug, it would prove Everything Tony Stark does is top-notch!

That night, Jenny dreamed of advanced mathematics...