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Although Tara told Peter with a confident look, in fact, they didn't know any specific information from Harry in the end.

He just sighed like that, and then there was no more to say, and he looked up again with his usual polite smile.

"At least we know that Harry's recent problems are due to his illness." Peter spread his hands helplessly.

After the two left the Osborne Building, they went straight back to Tara's apartment, slumped on the sofa as if they had no bones.

Tara tilted her head and found a comfortable position on Peter's lap, holding the mask she had just torn off in her hand: "You said, old Osborn's illness is not an infectious disease, right?"

"It would be terrible if that disease could be contagious!" Peter couldn't help shivering when he thought of those green scales. "Besides, I still think it's just a mutant feature of Norman Osborn."

"...Why don't you just push Harry to the hospital?" Tara clacked her knuckles a few times, and she also put on a fierce look in coordination.

"Calm down... how could you do such a thing." Peter hurriedly dismissed her dangerous idea, pulling his hair with a distressed expression, "Harry will definitely be angry."

"Then what should we do, we can't keep ignoring everything, right?" Tara stretched out his hands to touch the French fries on the coffee table - they bought them along the way when they came back from the night patrol.

Seeing that the girl was about to poke her finger into the ketchup with precision in the next second, Peter quickly grabbed her wrist, leaned forward and squeezed the root into her mouth: "You don't move, I'll get it."

Tara chewed it twice, swallowed it, and raised her eyelids: "Also, a little more ketchup."

Satisfied with the French fries, Tara poked the waist of the person next to her, her voice muffled: "So, what should I do?" She finally licked her lips, and licked all the ketchup around her into her mouth.

Peter was jerked by her poke, and he squeezed the hand and carefully pulled it back to the girl himself: "Then, how about, ask Mr. Stark?"

"I'm afraid he's going to be bored to death by us." Tara rolled her eyes and changed the poke to pinch, expressing her dissatisfaction at being removed without authorization.

"Don't, don't, don't pinch!" Peter seemed to be able to jump up from the sofa in the next second if he hadn't cared about the person lying on his lap.He twisted uncomfortably, trying to save his waist.

Tara knew that she couldn't tease him too hard, so she withdrew her hand full of regret, and continued their previous topic: "Then you can try to get Harry to talk. But since he didn't tell Spider-Man, to be honest, I'm not Very hopeful."

"I'll give it a try." Peter nodded, "Let's look at Norman Osborn again."

"No problem." Tara turned on the "screen" with a wave.

Norman Osborn has been in a rather irritable state ever since he lost that truckload of spider venom and couldn't find the person who did it for a long time.

He already had a gloomy complexion, but now he was getting thinner and thinner due to "illness". He didn't look like a "person" at all, but rather like an old rice dumpling that just crawled out of a coffin.

He began to lie on the bed longer and longer, and his eye sockets became deeper and deeper.There are always doctors around, and occasionally other people come in to report, but he always drives them out angrily before long.

Like a manic psychopath.

Not much progress in the lab.Even if Tara can't quite understand what these white coats are doing, but just listen to those poor guys who gave a report in front of old Osborne, they can know what happened recently.

This is the first white coat to be yelled at.Oh, and the lab report book that flew out afterwards.

After asking the omnipotent Iron Man for help last time, Tara set up a similar "full-screen surveillance" in Stark Tower to ensure that every day Osborn's first-hand "video" materials are "live-streamed" to Stark hands.

Anyway, for these two little ones, it seems that they have no ability to see what is going on, at most they can be regarded as a lively event.Come again, just wait for the old Osborn's big move to come out, follow up in time, and squeeze into Mr. Stark's team to occupy a place.

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Harry was still dressed out of season, except for a coat and a scarf.

From the look on his face, he knew that this guy must have not slept soundly yesterday, and the dark circles under his eyes made one wonder if he had some serious self/abuse/hobby.

"Hello, classmate, please call Tara Read and Eugene Thompson for me."

Hearing her own name, Tara glanced over.It was the senior from the association, who stood impartially, met Tara's gaze, and smiled slightly.

This scene is exactly the same as when she came back to find Peter, except that the protagonist changed from Peter to Tara.Maybe add a Thompson?It was unexpected that he also successfully passed the selection.

Raising her eyebrows, Tara gave her a smile back, and before the student in the front row who had been assigned the task of delivering a message could speak, she stood up voluntarily.

"Peter." The girl raised her chin and gestured for the door.

Peter nodded, because his hearing naturally did not miss the previous sentence: "Senior sister should come to inform you that you have passed the selection." He tilted his head and glanced at the date on the watch, "It just so happens that there are club activities today, we can Let's go together."

Tara then leaned down her upper body and moved closer: "Look, I've worked so hard for so long, and I finally got my wish to be in a club with you. Are you very touched? Do you want to praise me?" She drawled her tone , After finishing speaking, he blinked his eyes and smiled.

"...You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you are still waiting!" Peter just opened his mouth, he couldn't help but covered his stuttering mouth, felt the temperature in some areas with his fingertips, and then Hastily removed his palms to cover his face, the little curly hair trembled, and his face was also shaken by his own rubbing, which made Tara laugh out loud almost without shame.

"Okay, okay," Tara responded obediently, waved her hand and took two steps before stepping back and sticking it to his ear, "Then you remember to praise me when I come back. It's fine to replace it with a kiss." She nodded her cheek , and nodded his lips again, this time he really left contentedly.

Harry, even though I'm sick, what does it have to do with me laughing at my brother? Osborne laughed as if he could breathe out of his oxygen deficiency in the next second.

Am I making a contribution to the mental health of my friends?After all, how long has it been since this guy laughed so wildly?But so angry.

And the face is so hot.Peter silently knocked his face down on the desk.

Um, is the desktop so cold?

The author has something to say: In the process of waiting for the green goblin students to go online to be demons, let us happily knock on the candy [美施子]

In order to thank you for giving me the big apple, big pear and fairy happy water!I decided to add a new one!Just tonight!ten o'clock!I do what I say!Remember to praise me!