[Comprehensive] Little Spider's troubles about flat chest

The sunlight pouring in through the gaps in the curtains just hit my face, and my consciousness has gradually returned, but I just closed my eyes so tired that I didn't want to open them.

The hands stretched out from behind hugged me tightly, and I was pulled from the edge of the sheet to the middle by him weakly, "Are you awake?"

But honestly, I'm still pissed off.

He actually yelled that to the person knocking on the door before?Why didn't he yell at people all over New York City?

But Wade didn't seem to notice my unhappiness at all. I felt a small hole sinking behind me, and his voice came from my head, "I know you're awake! Your heartbeat has changed, your breathing is messed up, The most important thing is... ah, I saw your eyelashes moving!"

I immediately opened my eyes, rolled my eyes at him, then turned over and lay flat on the bed, pulled up the thin quilt covering my body and covered my face.

"Oh, you can't do this. If you're just deceiving yourself, if you meet an experienced mercenary like me, you'll have to lose your armor!" As he spoke, he stretched out his finger and poked me tentatively The flesh on the outer arm.

What about throwing away the armor and removing the armor... Is it because I didn't want to pretend to be with him at all?

The chatter in his voice really makes me want to punch him.

But what if I can't beat him now?And I still have class this afternoon...

Fortunately, Wade finally calmed down now, which made my brain less painful.

But just when I breathed a sigh of relief, my legs felt cold, I looked down and found that the other side of the quilt was lifted up, and Wade also got into the quilt, and threw himself on me body.

???

I was startled and subconsciously raised my leg to kick him away.

But the foot landed right on his face.

After stepping on it, I felt a little uncomfortable, and immediately retracted my legs.

But Wade, who was stepped on by me in the face, was not angry, but smirked at me.

Then he sat up on the bed cross-legged, the quilt was propped up because of his sitting upright, and the quilt that was still on my face went to him.

I still wanted to take the quilt back, but he simply covered himself with the whole white quilt, baring his teeth at me, probably... Pretending to be a ghost?

He's crazy.

Wade must be crazy.Either I'm crazy and I have absolutely no idea what he's trying to do.

So I climbed down from the bed with difficulty, and then he touched the place where I was. After realizing that I was not where I was, he rolled the quilt into a ball and threw it aside in a daze, first looked down. One glance at the empty sheets, and then at me.

It's still the same aggrieved look.

I suppressed my laughter, and said to him with a very serious expression, "I'm going to class, it's one o'clock in the afternoon."

"A class at one o'clock?" Wade looked a little guilty, "But it's already past 12:30."

When I arrived at the classroom, there was still one or two minutes to go to class, and there were only two or three seats left in the classroom of Nuo University.

This is a public elective course on social psychology, and I am a journalism major, but there are also students from different majors.

The main reason is that Professor Swenk is very interesting, and the credits are not particularly important to him. It seems that teasing our group of stupid college students is his happiest thing.

I just thought for a while in a daze, and he clapped his hands, "Okay, then we will start class."

I came back to my senses and saw that there was an empty seat between two people in the seat closest to me, so I had to say embarrassedly to the two students sitting outside, "Sorry, can I sit here?"

The outermost man raised his head, and looked at me with the familiar blond hair and blue fragile eyes.

The classmate sitting in the second one showed me a friendly smile, "Ah, let's sit in, it's more convenient for you."

After speaking, he sat in a seat.

But Harry just raised his eyelids expressionlessly, and leaned back, indifferent to the words of the friendly boy inside, probably because he didn't want to give up his seat for me?

……Oh, God!Why did he meet Harry again among so many people?

But standing in the aisle was so embarrassing that I had to squeeze past Harry.

After finally sitting down, a completely different kind of embarrassment made me feel uncomfortable.

"Oh, now we have a very good example. Just now, under the pressure of the group to sit on the seat, the classmate anxiously squeezed into the seat inside..."

All the classmates around looked at me, and I almost covered my face.

Fortunately, the professor quickly changed the topic and continued the class.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief, but when I glanced at Harry's side face from the corner of my eye, I couldn't help but started to howl inwardly.

The lecture given by the professor was very interesting. I usually take notes carefully, but at this moment I just hold a pen and pretend to be on the book.Not only was I mentally tortured, I was hungry and sleepy, but I still had to concentrate and felt very, very tired.

I took another look at Harry, who was looking straight ahead, not seeming to be paying attention to me at all.

Emmm, if that's the case, I don't seem to need to care about him so much?

With my head resting on my left hand, the temptation of the desktop was so great that I immediately fell asleep.

As I fell asleep, I couldn't help thinking, I don't know why, the sleepiness always comes when the teacher is talking, and I don't feel sleepy at all every time the get out of class is over.

……

Cuckoo—the soreness from my abdomen made me wake up suddenly. When I woke up, I found that the book was smeared with ghostly symbols that I couldn't understand. I lowered my head embarrassedly and immediately turned the pages of the book.

"Cuckoo..." There was a loud cry from my stomach, and I immediately covered my stomach in fright.

I moved my butt, feeling a force in my stomach against me, but the prolonged compression made my stomach even worse.

So I slowly let go of my hand, and as a result, the sound from my stomach continued.

Finally, Harry turned his head and raised his eyebrows to look at me, and asked me, "Skipped lunch?"

=口=I want to die, really, I want to die.

This... this is too shameful! !

"Sorry..." I said softly, wrinkling my face.

"You don't need to say sorry." Harry had no expression on his face, just lowered his eyes, "Do you still like sandwiches?"

Harry and I were walking on the campus again, and the breeze gently brushed the hair that reached my neck. Under the sunlight, the two short and fat shadows looked very cute, which reminded me of And what happened when Harry was a kid.

He stopped suddenly, "Wait for me for a while."

I was a little puzzled, and then watched him walk to a sandwich shop opened in the school.

Soon, he came out and handed me a sandwich.

I raised my eyes to observe Harry's expression, his expression was normal.

Some time ago I would have been happy to see Harry softening, but since... since that day when he called out my name to me in the spider uniform on the rooftop, I'm not sure.

"Thank you, how much is it, I'll give it to you." I put down my schoolbag and took out my wallet in a panic.

"...what? Are you going to show me that stupid uniform of yours?"

I was taken aback, and lowered my head to follow his gaze. It turned out that the zipper on my coin purse caught the spider uniform I stuffed in the bag, revealing a little red.

No, wait—normal people don't think of Spider-Man when they see red.

The events of that day came back to life again, and Harry recognized my true identity.

I was suddenly a little overwhelmed and just looked at him warily.

But he looked away with a smile, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his smile, "I really hope that when everyone in New York knows what Spider-Man will look like if he let the Green Goblin go on purpose." He re-read the word intentionally.

I'm holding my breath, but not because of that.

"Oh, scared?" He spread his hands, "It's just a joke, I won't do it."

"What's the matter with you, Harry?" I pursed my lips, puzzled and worried.

"..." He took a deep breath, "I just often think about what I did wrong."

"Then what do you think you did wrong?" I looked at Harry and asked.

"That's a good question because I don't know either. But it doesn't matter, does it?"

His voice was so soft that I couldn't help feeling depressed and sad.

……

I trotted to the way home, quickly climbed the stairs, took out the key and opened the door.

"Wade?" I yelled into the room as I changed my shoes.

"Oh, hey!" his voice came from the kitchen, "here I am!"

Wade was wearing a white high hat with waves on his head, a white chef's uniform over his red uniform, and a red scarf tied around his neck. He was leaning sideways from the kitchen with a spoon in his hand to see To me, it looks like a chef.

"Bonjour!" He looked at me with a grin.

But I didn't have time to talk to him about this, so I said anxiously, "Do you remember what you promised me earlier?"

"Uh... don't stop?" he said, stretching out his index finger and tapping his chin lightly.

My eyes widened in horror, and after realizing what he was talking nonsense, I slapped his arm vigorously, "I, I, I... I never said that at all!!"

"Aww!" He exaggeratedly covered his arms, with an unreasonable expression on his face, "Then what are you talking about?"

"..." I was too guilty to speak, but out of concern for him, I still said, "Harry's business."

"Oh...f*cktheSh*t!" Wade rolled his eyes impatiently, and the whites of his eyes turned around and returned to me, "If you told me about other men a few days ago, I would let you You have amnesia."

"What?" I blushed, but still squinted my eyes and looked at him, "Say it again?"

"Uh, no... it's because he's only a little bit luckier than me in the first week."