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This topic did not continue.Not only Peter, but Tara, who took the initiative to speculate, was also in a depressed mood.

Harry was a very good friend, no one could deny that.It's true that he doesn't look very approachable, but have you ever seen how approachable that young man is?What's more, he has always treated his friends sincerely, and this alone is commendable enough.

Who would have thought that he would have such a father?Just the resolute refusal in the video alone is chilling, plus the hidden identity of a green goblin?

They need more evidence, whether it's separating Norman Osborn's identity from the Green Goblin, or... confirming his second mask.

But none of the two thought of asking Stark for help, they subconsciously defined this as an internal matter between the three of them.

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When he went to school the next day, although Harry couldn't see any difference in his expression from usual, the dark circles under his eyes seemed to have obviously increased-you must know that his own eyes were already bruised enough.

The two of them clearly knew what was the reason for this, but because of their hidden second-level identities, they couldn't directly talk about this topic, so they only dared to make indirect remarks, scratching their heads anxiously.

Well, one thing needs to be corrected.Peter was the only one who was in such a hurry. Seeing his stupid look, Tara happily laughed at him along with Harry.

Peter:? ? ?What about finding a topic together?

Tara: No, no one says hello to you at all :)

"Parker! That association member of yours is here to find you!" The little brother in the front row raised his chair legs and leaned back, maintaining this precarious posture, and shouted at Peter.

At the door, a tall girl raised a stack of papers in Peter's hand.

Tara glanced away and looked away. She was very confident in herself, and she was not worried about Peter's friendship at all.Why, who else looks better than a goblin?

Taking advantage of the short interval of Peter's departure, Tara knocked on Harry's table: "You know what he wants to say, don't you?" Her tone seemed to be careless, and the corner of her eye fell through the glass and fell on Peter.

Harry chuckled, "He was so obvious that I almost suspected I was made of glass." Shrugging, he raised his hand to support his chin.

Tara crossed her legs and stretched her waist: "You just need to understand." She paused, "Just say what you want, that guy looks at you like an eyeball."

"Oh?" Harry was amused by this statement, but still managed to put on a disappointed tone, "It's so sad, is it just him?"

"..." Tara glanced at him sideways, and moved the corners of her mouth unnaturally, "Shut up."

When Peter came back, he saw the two of them staring at him with their chins propped up in exactly the same way. He was so frightened that he slipped and almost performed a flat fall on the spot.

Seeing the two people put on the same disgusted expression again, Peter scratched the back of his head and returned to his seat with a smirk.

Fortunately, he didn't have to rack his brains to find a topic anymore, he had a ready-made one right now: "Senior sister came to inform that there is a competition and plans to recruit people in the school, and told me to prepare well."

"Ah, that's right," he snapped his fingers. "There is one more thing. Senior sister asked me to see if there are any suitable people around." partner.

The two turned their heads away almost at the same time, avoiding his gaze, looking at the sky and the earth, anyway, they just didn't look at the eyes that were so close.

Peter twitched his mouth: "Are you serious?"

Tara rubbed her neck and glanced at him: "Trouble." If she participated, wouldn't she have to study hard again?The entrance exams at that time, plus the exams every semester, were enough trouble for her, let alone taking the initiative to add trouble.

"I probably don't have much time." Harry straightened his neckline slowly, "My 'dear' father seems to want to train me to inherit the company."

He sneered: "I really don't know what he's thinking, but now he's showing the love between father and son."

"It's not bad for you anyway," Tara covered her mouth and yawned, "If you're in the position, won't he have to come down?"

Peter really couldn't say these words as naturally as Tara, so he had to make a joke dryly: "So we will have a president partner soon?"

"Ha," Hara twitched the corner of his mouth, and continued smoothly, "Cherish the present, you will look up to me soon."

"So..." Peter was silent for a long time this time, "Guys, about the competition...?"

"Don't go."

"No time."

The one that the two refused was called a snap.

"At least go to the preliminary selection test?" Peter still didn't give up.

"If you're willing to be my spouse," Tara bared at him, "it's not impossible."

"...No." Peter shook his head skillfully.

"Well, I hesitated." Harry didn't think it was a big deal when he watched the excitement.

"So there is consideration?" Tara approached him with a smile.

"No, don't think about it." Peter leaned back, avoiding the girl's approaching face.

"...You, you, you, don't stick so close!" The heat was sprayed on the face!This feeling is too strange!And I'm definitely blushing!Why do I always blush!Peter screamed inwardly.

Seeing that she had succeeded in teasing the person once again until her face was flushed and smoke was rising from the top of her head, Tara retreated contentedly, and added unhurriedly: "Then you should give me a chance to become your spouse, emmm? "

"Fair competition, kicking me out at the beginning is not a gentleman at all!" Tara bent her eyes, rested her chin on her palm, and casually tapped her fingers on her cheeks.

Peter now looks like he wants to stuff his head into the belly of the table, or jump out of the window to escape. Face.

Seeing that he was silent, Tara was not in a hurry, and admired his embarrassment with great interest-this flushed face is really never tired of seeing.

Just at this time, the class bell rang, and seeing Peter was relieved to be insignificant, Tara's wickedness surfaced again.

She bent her knuckles and clasped the table, and without waiting for anyone to look up, she leaned over by herself: "Don't worry, I will go to the selection, after all..." She deliberately dragged her tone softly and long, " I can't bear to leave you."

Leaving those words behind, Miss Spider Spirit hummed a song and went back to her seat in a good mood, leaving Peter turning red into a steamed crab against Harry's teasing eyes.

The author has something to say: Peter: I will never blush next time!