The correct way to attack the villain

The salary party of the Spider-Man team lasted until three o'clock in the morning, and Song Mo moved his position to Peter's room in the middle, which meant that as the team leader after the party, Spider-Man would spend another hour to clean up The remaining endgame.

So the next day, when Song Mo returned to the rental house with the breakfast he just bought, what he saw was a face full of lack of sleep and a head full of chicken nests, biting his toothbrush and leaning against the wall of the bathroom. Sleepy Peter Parker.

"If I remember correctly, today is Tuesday." As a roommate, Song Mo thoughtfully put the breakfast brought to Peter on the dining table, reminding him.

"Yes." Peter wailed, "And the first class this morning is biology class, the bald teacher will definitely roll the roll, I swear he will."

Peter Parker spit out the foam in his mouth, sat down on the dining table top-heavy with a face towel hanging around his neck, said thank you, took his share of breakfast, and tore open the package of the sandwich until he was half-drinking the soy milk——

"You ran out early in the morning to get your hair done?"

Song Mo, who was sitting opposite Peter, paused while looking at his phone: "No, I'm just going to buy two movie tickets."

Peter stared at the little bangs on Song Mo's forehead—if they could be called bangs, he said after a long time: "Actually, this is pretty pretty." He took a bite of the sandwich and said vaguely, "It looks like a high school student. born."

Song Mo smiled, but did not speak.

Talkative little high school students never eat breakfast quietly. After swallowing the food in his mouth, Peter Parker asked, "Where do you go to buy movie tickets?"

Song Mo: "Chinatown."

Peter let out an "oh" and realized after a while: "Chinatown? Doesn't it take more than an hour to go there by subway?"

"Yeah, so I just left when you finished cleaning the room."

It should have been around four o'clock then?Is it still dark?Peter Parker was surprised: "Can't you buy it online?"

Then he heard Song Mo say softly and casually: "When I pestered my adoptive father to watch a movie, the Internet was not as developed as it is now. At that time, everyone was crowded at the entrance of the ticket office to buy tickets."

Peter Parker paused for a while, feeling that he... didn't seem to understand.

He blamed this on his brain that couldn't function normally after lack of sleep, and asked again: "So the person you talked about yesterday agreed to go with you, to—"

Mr. Little Spiderman was halfway through his sentence, because he really didn't know the relationship between the person Song Mo was talking about and he couldn't find a better wording for the time being, until Song Mo added with a smile: "A date?"

Peter went on: "Yeah, he agreed to go out with you?"

The young man raised his eyebrows: "Yes."

Little Spider-Man said from the bottom of his heart with his sleep-deprived face: "Then I'm so happy for you, Song Mo." After speaking, he leaned over and asked carefully and mysteriously after holding back for so long. The question he had been wanting to ask for a long time, "Is it the person you mentioned last time?"

Song Mo paused: "Which time?"

Peter Parker: "That's when you asked me to deliver a wedding—well, a little gift to his door!"

"Ah." Only then did Song Mo remember the gift that had been lost forever, "Yes."

"It's unbelievable." Little Spider-Man's surprised expression was completely written on his face, "He didn't reveal a word."

Song Mo smiled.What does it take to say no to someone's confession?

The mobile phone in his hand vibrated at this moment, the young man looked down at the caller ID, and then threw the empty soybean milk cup into the trash can at his feet: "I think I have to go."

Peter Parker: "Have fun!"

The young man waved his back to the dining table, put on his shoes and went out.

Peter Parker, who was sitting at the dining table, immediately gossiped to the window of the living room and looked down. Sure enough, he saw a sports car parked by the green road at the gate of the community, and it was his favorite one in Mr. Stark's entire garage. A Dodge Viper, but not the red one he saw last time, but a low-key black.

Owning two American-style national treasure supercars that have been out of production for six years, probably this is a billionaire.

Although driving a black sports car is not in line with Mr. Stark's style, after all, after he stopped driving an Audi, there are very few sports cars other than red in the garage.

While thinking endlessly, Little Spider-Man finally waited until Song Mo's figure appeared outside the community. Just when he was about to turn around and throw the empty soybean milk cup into the trash can - he saw a man walking out of the driver's seat. Man, he opened the door of the back seat for Song Mo in a gentlemanly manner, but Song Mo didn't know what he said, and seemed to reject him, turned around and sat in the passenger seat.

It doesn't matter where to sit at this time, Peter Parker froze in place, his first reaction was——

It seemed to him that Mr. Stark was not so tall.

He glanced at the man carefully before sitting back in the driver's seat.

The excellent eyesight that evolved after the mutation allowed Peter to see the man's face clearly at once, and he felt that this face was very, very, very familiar.

Peter Parker almost rushed back into the room.

He picked up his mobile phone, entered a name on the mobile phone, and the personal information of this person popped up on the screen immediately. Even if the picture above was refined, it was almost the same as the face of the man he saw just now.

A successful career means that he is a bit old, handsome, well-developed, and in love. He is a billionaire and is also very interested in technology. Then, he is the richest man.

Peter Parker: "???"

Peter Parker: "..."

At [-]:[-] a.m. New York time, Little Spider-Man dialed Tony Stark's phone with trembling hands. He felt that his throat was a bit dry: "Hello, Mr. Stark?"

On the other end of the phone: "Ah, Peter, I just wanted to call you."

Peter Parker first asked out of luck, "You haven't come back from West Sea yet, have you?"

Iron Man ruthlessly shattered his illusion: "I was back yesterday."

Peter Parker: "Then you—"

Stark: "By the way, I'm asking you, little spider."

Peter: "Huh?"

Stark: "I remember Song Mo is your roommate?"

Peter replied honestly: "Yes." Then, he reacted, and immediately said: "Mr. Stark, I have something to say

—"

Stark: "I have a very important matter to deal with now, and I will contact you later."

After finishing speaking, as he said, Mr. Stark hung up the phone in a hurry because he had a very important matter to deal with immediately. Peter held his mobile phone in a daze, and when he recovered, he dialed back , it has been automatically transferred to the phone message.

Peter Parker thought.

He seemed to have accidentally made a big mistake.

He should have been more cautious then, should have been more cautious.So it is said that people from two cities, why are the settings so similar?

Little Spider-Man hugged his sleep-deprived head in chagrin.

How on earth is he going to explain to Song Mo!

Song Mo, who didn't know anything about it, was sitting in the passenger seat of his boss, humming along to the car radio in a good mood.After pulling the car out of the first intersection, Bruce asked him, "Where do you want to go first?"

Song Mo's purpose is clear: "Chinatown."

So the sports car turned around and drove towards the China Basin area of ​​Gotham. Song Mo looked at the rearview mirror next to him: "The cars behind have been following you for a long time, boss."

Bruce turned the steering wheel and looked straight ahead: "The paparazzi of the GBS entertainment department."

Song Mo gloated and said, "It looks like you're going to be in the headlines again tomorrow?"

The richest man in Gotham, who makes entertainment headlines almost every two or three days, is not surprised: "You are the same."

The sports car passed through three urban areas, crossed the Brown Bridge and Coastal New Street, and finally stopped in front of the magnificent golden gate on the main road.

Gotham's Chinatown is the only independent area that is not recognized by the government but recognized by everyone. Most of the Chinese in Gotham City live in it. Because of their inherent peace-loving character, it is still one year away from the last terrorist case. The scarecrow's atavistic gas incident a month ago can almost be called the safest urban area in Gotham.

This is probably rare for Bruce Wayne, and it can even be said to be the first time to hang out with someone without any pretense or purpose.

Because it was not a holiday and it happened to be working hours for most people, there were very few people in Chinatown, but even so, the sudden appearance of the richest man in Gotham quickly attracted the attention of most people around.

"I thought you would do some disguising before you came out." Song Mo walked beside Bruce with the watermelon juice he just bought from a vendor in his hand, and tiptoed a little closer to the man's ear, "For example Wear a mask and a peaked cap or something."

It's not that Bruce hasn't thought about it, but it's just that: "It would look weirder that way."

Song Mo: "Aren't you afraid of meeting some fanatical fan holding a sign with your name behind you and shouting your name?"

Bruce squeezed the cuffs of his suit: "I'm not a celebrity, I can be considered a public figure at most, and I'm the one with a bad reputation." He turned his head and glanced at Song Mo, "No one will hold up a sign with my name and shout hysterically my name."

"Then maybe I can try to help you next time I pretend to be Eredar." Song Mo bit the straw, "If you want to experience it."

Bruce: "..."

Song Mo held the watermelon juice in one hand, gestured for a megaphone by the side of his mouth, and then restrainedly shouted in a voice that only two people could hear: "Batman! Batman!"

Bruce Wayne: "...Thanks, I don't want to."

The only movie theater in Chinatown is not far from the entrance of the Golden Gate. It is an old movie theater with a very old decoration, and it never shows movies but only shows some niche movies.

Bruce watched Song Mo rushing to the ticket counter, and ordered two buckets of popcorn in a tone that seemed to buy the entire movie theater, but he didn't intend to share one bucket with him. After drinking a glass of half-drunk watermelon juice, he walked into the ticket gate, and after walking into the theater to find a seat, he occupied his armrest majestically.

Used for popcorn.

The movie hadn't even started yet, and there were only four people sitting in the whole theater plus the two of them. There seemed to be a couple behind them. From the moment they sat down, they began to complain about the worn-out chairs under their buttocks, the small space in the theater and the cheap movie curtains in front of them.

Song Mo couldn't help turning his head to glance at the man beside him - compared to Gotham's richest man, he didn't complain at all, at most, the space of the seat was a bit small, so he couldn't help frowning when he sat down.

The movie curtain was lit up, and the name of a film production company that neither of them had ever heard of slowly emerged.

Bruce heard the people around him suddenly lower their voices and ask him, "Boss, when was the last time you went to the cinema with someone?"

Bruce frowned and thought for a while: "27 years ago."

"That's really close enough." Song Mo calculated, "27 years ago...you were eight years old?"

Bruce: "Yeah."

Wenyi's music was accompanied by a lengthy introduction. Bruce looked at the movie screen and added without knowing why: "Together with my parents."

No one in Gotham knows the tragic childhood of the richest man in the city. His parents were shot and killed when he was eight years old, and then he disappeared from Gotham for a while until he was 24 years old. Gotham welcomed the return of the heir of the Wayne family .They made the subject taboo, kept silent in front of Bruce, and then secretly used it as talk of sympathy for him.

But Song Mo seemed to have just heard a very normal sentence, without even pausing too much, and then asked: "You have so many female companions, have you never asked you to watch a movie with them?"

Bruce looked at Song Mo. In order not to affect others when he spoke, the young man leaned over half of his body, but his eyes were fixed on the movie screen.

It took him a while to say, "I don't have that much time, and they're more interested in shopping than going to the movies."

Song Mo: "Swipe your card."

Bruce: "Yeah."

Song Mo turned his head, and before Bruce could look back, he met the young man's sympathetic eyes.

The other party even reached over the popcorn and patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay boss, when people gain something, they lose something at the same time. You don't have to feel too sad."

Bruce: "???"

Song Mo: "I'll treat you to dinner later."

After the young man finished speaking, he stretched out his finger and made a shush gesture around his mouth: "The movie has started." Then he turned his head and stared at the big screen seriously, assuming a posture of refusing to communicate.

Bruce could only look back and look at the movie screen instead.

This is a very small romantic comedy. Few people have heard of the producers, directors and actors. The male protagonist plays a rich president with a hot hair like an antenna, and the female protagonist wears The dusty makeup plays a 16-year-old girl next door. From the shooting scene to the clothing, the whole film is filled with a cheap taste. Bruce can't stand it halfway through, but his education is not good enough. Allow him to leave at this time to affect the interest of others.

Especially the young people around him seem to be very happy.

The young man was sitting on the seat. He looked at it very seriously, and he laughed hard, restraining himself not to make his laughter affect other people, and then he wiped away the physiological tears from the corners of his eyes indifferently.

To be honest, if it wasn't for the couple behind him who yelled at the bad movie and left angrily after watching it for 10 minutes, Bruce would even think that he didn't have enough appreciation ability to understand the advanced aspects of the movie.

The two-hour movie didn't even explain the plot clearly, and the snakehead and snaketail ended in a hurry, until the young man gave two buckets of untouched popcorn to the children who entered the scene next, and then took him into a family room. After the Chinese restaurant at the end of the street, he realized what Song Mo was laughing at just now.

They sat in the corner, Song Mo drank the last sip of watermelon juice in the glass, and commented: "Do you think that the male protagonist's head looks like a sprouting potato?"

Bruce subconsciously recalled it.

It's very similar indeed.

So he laughed about it for two hours.

Bruce Wayne: "..."