[Comprehensive British and American] The predecessors are missing one

In this era of information explosion, what cannot be checked from the Internet.Through the black technology of the Osborne family and Peter's superb network skills, we found several possible names.

Then there is no more.

"Where is unknown, whereabouts are unknown." Peter held a note with the names of my ex-boyfriends, who should be the ex-boyfriends, and looked at me inexplicably, "Eli, who are your ex-boyfriends? ?”

"I don't know...?" I really don't know, "I used to see them as normal."

Peter looked at me with an unbearable look on his face. "You used to look at me, Hermione, and Raven, didn't you think we were normal?"

"…………"Right.I am embarrassing.

"Well, at least I found the name." Peter sighed and put the note on my desk.

We're in a cubicle in the library, he's on the computer and I'm reading to see if I can figure out some other way to break the curse.Hermione found me a lot of books related to the dark arts, because of my curse, she was so tired that she had dark circles under her eyes.It's hard for her.

I picked up the note and read the names on it one by one.

"Clark Kent. I can't remember Clark's name wrong. I really liked him back then."

"Barry Allen... This should be correct. I remember his name is Barry, but I forgot his last name."

"Pietro Django Maximoff? I really don't remember that at all. I just remember him as twins, with an older sister and younger sister, both of whom are cute. I call him Pete, he likes to play tricks... "

I tried to recall more details about my ex-boyfriends, but unfortunately, except for Clark, I still remember Barry and Pietro, these two people, I almost forgot.I put down the note and found Peter lying on the back of the chair with his chin resting on his arm, looking at me aggrieved and helpless.

"You look like a dog." I laughed and ruffled Peter's hair.

"Woof." Peter flirted with me.

I laughed and couldn't help pinching Peter's cheek.Huh?Feel good.

"I actually like you quite a bit," Peter said suddenly, "so I'm kind of depressed knowing that I'm not the love you were meant to be."

I stopped and looked at him in surprise.

"When did it happen? I never felt it."

"It's good if you feel it." Peter pulled the corners of his mouth, smiled, and looked up at the ceiling, "I wanted to wait until the graduation ceremony to confess to you, but now it seems that I don't have anything to do with it."

I frowned in bewilderment, "Uh, sorry...?"

"Don't apologize, it's not your fault." Peter said, patted my head, "That's good, at least I can save you. Helping you find the right one is my biggest wish now. We are still good friends .”

"I thought you would like to shut a girl like that. Or MJ, you guys are nice." I looked left and right, trying to change the subject.Hell, Peter likes me!Scary to death.I thought we were just good friends.

"Don't worry, I'm not sad." Peter laughed and poked my cheek with his finger, "Don't be nervous, I just wanted to tell you about this. After all, there may be no chance later. Don't take what I said just now at ease. , for you, I feel more like a good friend.”

"...You probably didn't say that to comfort me." I narrowed my eyes slightly, half-jokingly.

"Who knows?" Peter laughed.

I looked at Peter and thought of all the good times we had together; writing reports, doing papers, curating exhibitions, designing machines, we were good friends.I study design, he studies industry, we help each other, let each other's semester results be published, and will always be the best in the department.

It would be a lie to say that I had absolutely no feelings for Peter.

"Although you can't kiss," I hesitated, "cheek kisses should be fine."

Peter's smile stayed on his face.He slowly, slowly frowned, looking at me anxiously and expectantly.

I was nervous myself.My palms are sweating.

"A goodbye kiss?" Peter asked me playfully, tentatively.

"Something like that. Just to let you know, I kind of like you too." I said, standing up and leaning over to Peter. "And maybe, you're the one. Maybe Zeus got it wrong. Woolen cloth."

"I hope he's mistaken," Peter murmured, watching me slowly draw closer to his face.

I took a deep breath, and with a willingness to go all out, I gently kissed Peter on the cheek...

Then I passed out again.

Facts have proved that people can't take chances.

Once again I woke up in Osborne Hospital, sighing wordlessly to the ceiling.

Well, Zeus was right, I can’t casually have too close contact with someone other than my real man, Peter is not my real man, my real man is among my ex-boyfriends.Resign yourself to fate.

Actually I don't think it's fair.Please, just kiss on the cheek!It's pretty basic, right?Expressing gratitude, expressing love, will something happen to my son's cheek in the future?This is too much.

Raven and Hermione heard about it and expressed sympathy for my innocent and never-ending relationship with Peter.Harry didn't say anything, but I think he looked at me with contempt, probably calling me an idiot in his heart.As for Percy, I'm not dying to let them know I've been stupid.

"Maybe the curse sensed that you liked Peter." Hermione guessed.

"Is there such a thing?" I yelled, in disbelief, "and we like each other just a little bit! A little bit!"

"Not at all, it looks like this curse is like this." Hermione sighed, and put the cut apple on the table next to the hospital bed. "Look away, Ellie. This is a curse. The only one The only solution is to find your true love."

"Stupid." I lay on the hospital bed, covering my face in pain, "Please, do people still believe in true love these days? Everyone thinks divorce is as easy as drinking water, right? And it's not fair at all. I guard myself like a jade, Will the other party also protect me like a jade? Also, what if I just don’t like the other party? We just don’t call? Why let the invisible fate help me decide on marriage, Peter and I are obviously on good terms!”

"Stop complaining, complaining won't help you lift the curse." That's all Hermione could say, "Maybe you and Peter will break up in the future, which may prevent a tragedy. You haven't figured out who the other party is, how do you know that you are with Peter?" He doesn’t call? Think about it from another angle, you keep your body like a jade, that’s your decision, what does it have to do with whether the other party is like a jade? These are two completely separate things.”

"..." I was silent.

Hermione had a point, she was right.It's just that I can't accept it emotionally.

"Is he okay?" I thought of Peter.I passed out just by kissing him on the cheek. He should have a shadow.

"He's scared of you, I guess he's going to keep his distance from you for a while," said Hermione, raising her eyebrows, sighing, and patted my arm. "It's okay if you just like Peter, let's find him soon." Show your true love, let him kiss you to lift the curse, and then you dismantle your own CP, this is also a way.”

"Then I have to explain clearly to the other party first and convince the other party to believe my situation, right?"

"Maybe you fell in love with him when you saw him? And I heard from Peter that you plan to end this relationship with a kiss?"

I curled up in the quilt, trying to escape reality.When I find my true love, maybe Peter finds his true love too, then there will be nothing for me.And Peter has come to believe that he is not my true love, he has decided to give up.

Maybe it would be best for me to give up too.

I sat up in bed and forced myself not to run away.

"Let's get out of the hospital. I'll just move here if we stay any longer."

"Aren't you going to some other bar?" Hermione reminded me.

I remembered this and sighed heavily.

Yes, I'm going to a bar.

A bar where Hermione would never let me go if she figured out where that was.

The third way is to hire a private detective.

My situation is rather special, and the average private investigator probably cannot handle it.Under the introduction of my bad friend, Harry Osborn, I am going to find a man named... Wade Winston Wilson to help me complete the task.

I went to the bar with my business card and it was a mess full of bad looking bad guys.As soon as I stepped into the bar, I got everyone's attention.

"I'm looking for Wade, Wade Winston Wilson," I immediately stated my purpose and raised my hands, "It was recommended by Osborn, and I entrust him with something."

Most of the people turned around and went about their business, the music continued, and I was ignored.I walked up to the counter thinking how nice Harry's name was and how I would find the person I was looking for.

"A beer?" the bartender asked me.He has long blond curly hair and wears black thick-rimmed glasses.

"Uh, no need, I'm just looking for someone..." I parted my lips in embarrassment, once again revealing the fact that I'm a novice and completely unfamiliar with all this, "Do you know Wade Winston Wilson?"

"What do you want him for?" the bartender asked without answering.

"Entrustment. I want to find someone, and I heard that he has connections."

"Who are you looking for?"

"Uh... ex-boyfriend?"

Maybe it was my awkward look and tone that pleased the bar.He chuckled and put down his glass.

"Come with me. I'll take you to him."

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