The correct way to attack the villain

Ten years later, downtown Gotham.

In front of a rental house in a community.

"Peter Parker."

"Have!"

The landlady looked at the little high school student with his hands raised in front of him. The 16-year-old young man still exudes a strong youthful atmosphere, like the sea breeze raging at the port, blowing towards his face, which is hard to resist.

"Okay, you don't need to be so formal." The landlady smiled and handed the key to Peter, "Here is the key to your room, but considering that you are only renting for two months, remember to come and sign the contract with me as soon as you get things sorted out. edit a bit."

"Okay, thank you Mrs. Roland."

It is probably because people who are older will inevitably be full of affection for such a sunny junior. Mrs. Roland couldn't help asking: "Your house is shared with someone, and he moved in last week. Let me introduce you Should your friend tell you?"

Peter nodded.

"I heard you were studying in Manhattan?"

"Midtown High, Mrs. Rowland."

The two walked into the elevator and pressed the floor, and Mrs. Roland asked again, "Why did you come to Gotham all of a sudden?"

"Emm... you know, Manhattan some time ago—" Peter Parker unconsciously gestured in front of him, skipping the words that sounded a little violent, and finally said, "In short, our school was Boom, ma'am, Midtown High's co-school office is in Gotham again, and we're probably going to be here for a while before school resumes."

Mrs. Roland's face changed, and it was obvious that she had heard the news: "Oh yes, I saw it on the news, it was really scary."

Then there's the look of "You people of Manhattan are in dire straits."

Then he seemed to think of Gotham, and his expression became worried again, "Although our Gotham is not much better".

The elevator reached the floor at this time.

"To be honest, before those superheroes came out, if someone told me that there were aliens in this world, I would probably just think it was a joke."

Peter smiled: "Who says no?"

Mrs. Roland brought Peter Parker to his room: "The person you share with is about the same age as you, but he should still be sleeping at this time, how should I say—"

"He often stays out at night, and then sleeps until noon during the day, but the only good thing is that he is usually very quiet. I'm just a landlord and it's hard to say anything. He looks like a student..."

Seeing the disapproving look on the landlady's face, Peter Parker obviously felt that he didn't think highly of his co-tenant.After goingssip about what the current students are like, they ended their conversation with a sentence of "Have a nice stay".

Thanks again, Peter watched Mrs. Roland disappear at the elevator entrance, and took out the key to open the room.

The room is very large, with two bedrooms and one living room. The heavy curtains facing the door are pulled open, and the sunlight shines in through the glass. The light is very good and the view is transparent.

After closing the door, he rubbed his sour cheeks with a smile.

The room facilities are very neat and clean, and it can be seen that they are cleaned every day.The door of the room on the right was closed tightly. It was probably Mrs. Roland's roommate who was still sleeping.

Subconsciously, Peter lightened his movements, carried his suitcase and tiptoed into the room with the wide open door on the left, but he froze as soon as he walked in.

In the bedroom, a young man was sleeping on the snow-white sheets, just as the landlady described, he looked about his age, with brown hair curled up, the quilt was kicked to the ground, the air conditioner was on, as if feeling cold , he even curled up his toes.

The sunlight outside the glass hit his face, and Peter could clearly see his eyes that had been moving around, as if he was restless in sleep.

At this moment, the alarm clock on the bedside rang suddenly, loudly and piercingly.

The young man who was in a light sleep was awakened. He covered his head and sat up from the bed. He pressed the alarm clock. His long eyelashes cast a silhouette, covering his blue eyes. He looked not fully awake, a little confused.

He took the quilt back to the bed as usual, knocked his head and underestimated, as if to say, "Why did you forget to dry your hair before going to bed again?"

When passing by Peter Parker, he said vaguely: "Let's make it."

After saying this, both of them froze in place.

Mr. Parker was the first to react: "Hold, sorry, I thought this was my room..."

The young man frowned and squinted his eyes, his cheeks were flushed from sleep, and he looked like he was hungover, but the smell in the room was very refreshing, without any smell of alcohol.

"Sorry, I'm not used to closing doors when I sleep." Song Mo looked at Peter for a while, then turned his gaze back to the living room, pointed to the room on the right, "That's your room."

"The key is on the top of the door frame. The room is probably a bit dusty. No one has lived there since I moved here."

While talking, Song Mo walked into the toilet and closed the door. After a while, there was the sound of washing.

Peter found the key according to what he said, and immediately after opening the door, a puff of dust came out. The furnishings of the room were exactly the same as that of the young man, even having a small balcony than the young man's room, but there were fewer sheets, pillows and quilts, and more A thick layer of dust.

Giving up on the idea of ​​having breakfast first, Peter put down the suitcase, resigned himself to finding a clean bucket and rag on his small balcony, and started to pack it up.

During the process, his freshly baked roommate was sitting on the sofa with his feet up, watching him busy cleaning up and down, not showing any intention of coming up to help, and his expression seemed a little happy.

For some reason, Peter's scalp was numb from his gaze, and he was embarrassed to close the door, which was too obvious.

He didn't heave a sigh of relief until the young man seemed to have no interest and turned around and entered the kitchen.

Inexplicably, I feel that the new friends seem to be a little, a little bit difficult to get along with.

Half an hour later, Peter tidied up everything, turned around sweating profusely, and planned to take a shower. By the way, when he was planning to go to the supermarket to buy some sheets and quilts at night, he found that his new roommate had arrived at his door, still wearing his In the white nightgown, leaning against the door frame with arms crossed,

The tone was light, with a hoarse voice just waking up: "Have you had breakfast?"

Peter Parker shook his head honestly.

Then the young man turned around and went to the kitchen to bring out two white porcelain plates. Peter saw toast, fried eggs and two sausages on them.

He put one of the plates in front of the empty seat opposite, poured a glass of milk, and ate by himself without explaining or explaining.

Probably because he waited for a while and didn't find him, the young man turned half of his body and put one hand on the back of the chair: "Didn't you not have breakfast?"

Peter Parker realized it later, and was even a little flattered: "Did you do it for me?"

Then he saw the young man smiled: "Otherwise?"

Peter sat down, the knife and fork were ready, and the young man poured another glass of milk and pushed it in front of him.

Little Parker looked at the sizzling sausage in front of him, exuding a charming flavor, and swallowed.

#新室友Mingming is super nice! #