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The envious looks from the girls next to her almost made Tara suspect that Peter really blocked a hand/grenade/bullet for her.

Instead of something so flimsy that it almost landed on its own before Peter stopped it, a basketball.

Tara reached across the railing to help Peter, who had rushed so hard that he nearly hit his head on the railing.He let out a long sigh of relief, and smiled flatteringly at Tara.

Miss Spider Spirit gave him a pair of blank eyes unceremoniously.

But does this mean that Peter is let go?It's not so easy, but it's true that Thompson and others can't do anything to him for the time being.

After all, it was a serious basketball game, and the basketball was no longer on the court, so of course the physical education teacher wanted to intervene.And now that the teacher has come over, they are not so nervous as to fight in front of the teacher.

Besides, although it is not obvious for people to see at a glance, the Thompson gang is indeed under the completely unbelievable banner of "normal competition in basketball games".

All in all, the basketball did save Peter.

"Are they always like this?" Tarayan pointed his chin in the direction of Thompson's small team.

Just now, the get out of class bell rang.As for the basketball game, of course, there was no outstanding result in the end, and it ended hastily.Harry seemed to have something to do at home, so he was picked up by his family's car after class.

"Uh, is it?" Peter answered subconsciously, and added in panic when he saw Tara's eyes narrowed suddenly, "But but but but, I can handle it! I can handle it, you, you, look, I'm not always Are you okay?"

Tara glanced at him, and said in a tone of resentment: "I really don't understand what you are doing. If you ask me, just hit him and everything will be solved." The hard fist is the boss, isn't this the truth? ?

"I don't want that, emmm, to be conspicuous." Seeing that the girl didn't immediately jump up to beat someone, Peter calmed down and shrugged.

"So you think you're inconspicuous now?" Tara sneered as she recalled the "Hamster Roller" scene.

Seeing her expression, Peter knew what she was thinking of, and covered his face with a wail: "This is an accident! An accident!"

"Whatever you say." Tara pulled his hand off and confirmed it seriously, "So I really can't sack them, or block them in an alley, or..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Peter's eyes widened in horror, "What are you thinking! Of course not!"

"Well..." Tara curled her fingers and rubbed her chin, "but you know I can't watch you being, uh, bullied, right?"

"...Then you can't hit people." Peter paused, feeling that his words sounded a little blunt, "You can't hit your classmates, you know, after all, they didn't really do anything."

Tara nodded thoughtfully, and was silent for a while.Peter glanced at her several times, but couldn't tell what was going on under her calm face, so he had to keep quiet.

"You go out at night and take me with you." Tara cut off Peter's words before he could find any reason, "Or I will follow, you know I can of course follow."

Just because I know.Peter sighed from the bottom of his heart: "Okay." Probably after a few days, the girl will find that the night patrol is meaningless, no, what he has to worry about now is how to stop the bad guy before she blows his head off. Get off her.

Considering the fight she had with Mr. Stark, isn't this task a bit too difficult?

Tara knows what's going on in this guy's head without even thinking about it, it's all about that, empathy, justice, blah blah blah.The conscience of heaven and earth, she almost memorized it!She didn't do anything, she didn't even kill anyone, and she couldn't even find anyone who was sent to the ICU by her own hands.

It was this little idiot who was nervous all day long.

Seeing that Peter was going to read that set again, Tara quickly covered his mouth with his eyes, pulled his head over, and rubbed his little curly hair happily.

Huh?Feel good?Tara rubbed a few more times as if confirming with the expression of discovering the New World.Oh wow, it's really comfortable.

Peter's head was rubbed by her bit by bit, from the tips of his ears to the base of his neck was completely red, and he pushed her hand in a panic.It's a pity that his calculated strength couldn't escape the girl's slender arms.

Just kidding, he said as if he could really break this girl's hand with such great strength, who would do it!

Tara moved her face closer to study his expression.This unrequited look is really cute, it's basically clamoring for her to bully her harder.

"Ah, now I have another reason to want you to be my spouse!" Tara removed her hand from the top of his head, hooked his arm downward, and the pointed canine teeth seemed to be jumping with the sun reflected of flash.

Peter turned to look at her helplessly, but he didn't take her arm off: "No, I refuse."

"Tsk." Tara bared her teeth, sounding very dissatisfied, "Why are you so indifferent."

"You say that almost every day," Peter spread his hands. "Actually, your spouse means a good friend in your dictionary, doesn't it?"

"If I say yes..." Tara dragged on, "will you agree?"

"...Do I look easy to deceive?"

"You're so annoying." Tara tightened her arms angrily.

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"Peter! What should I wear!" Tara yelled, sitting cross-legged on the bed in her small apartment.

"Why do you ask me this kind of question?" Peter has already changed into Spider-Man's equipment, and the mask is still missing.

"...Will your curly hair be crushed by the hood?" Tara stared at him seriously for a while, then suddenly said.

Peter gritted his teeth and held on to stare at her for more than ten seconds. He was defeated and sighed while holding his forehead: "No."

"Amazing," Tara mumbled, repeating her question, "So what should I wear?"

"As long as people don't see who you are, then it's convenient to move around, that's all." Peter scratched his hair, "Why on earth are you asking me?"

"Obviously, you have experience, and," Tara jumped off the bed and touched his tights, "I'm actually not very good at weaving webs. You know, the same goes for knitting clothes."

The girl's expression was really distressed, but it made Peter wonder if there was something wrong with his ears.

"Weaving clothes?" His eyes followed the girl's fingers and landed on his tights.

His eyes successfully misunderstood Tara, and Miss Spider Spirit blinked excitedly: "So are you willing to help me weave? Or are you ready?"

"Huh?" Peter glanced blankly at his spider web launcher.

The author has something to say: Poisonous spiders weaving webs are really hot, not only ugly, but also useless.The poisonous spider said that it is enough to be poisonous. What kind of webs are there, and those webs that are beautiful are not poisonous.

Peter is simply the traitor among the poisonous spiders, he weaves a beautiful web [pointing]