[Comprehensive] Welcome to Pansidong

Tara slept very comfortably this time, and she was not awakened by Peter's gentle shaking until the club activities officially started.

Realizing her current posture, Tara adjusted her sitting posture and straightened her upper body slightly.Half of his body was still close to the person next to him, his chin was propped up with one hand, and the other hand was stretched under the table. He accurately found the hand beside Peter, hooked his fingertips, and sent his own hand over.

"Ah, if only I could sit next to you in class." Tara squeezed his palm and put it next to his ear, her voice low.

"Ping, the usual desks and chairs in class are different from the current ones, so in fact..." Tara covered his mouth before Peter could finish speaking.

"All right, all right, you better stop talking." Tara gave him an annoyed look, and pinched his cheek.

"...Oh." Peter nodded obediently, and spread out the notebook, "I guess this time will be used to prepare for the next competition."

Peter was right, and the test papers that were handed out later proved this sad fact.Senior sister Keyan also said that these are just for getting familiar with the arrangement of question types, and she clapped the book under her hands that was no less thick than a dictionary, and smiled.This is for practice.That's what she said.

Tara rubbed her temples, her head aching.Even if she cheats with a small spell, she is still a salty fish who doesn't want to learn or move.Now that such a thick brick is placed in front of the eyes, and it is stamped with a red stamp of "must carry", I feel that there may be a tango in the temple.

"Don't worry, you have learned part of it." Probably seeing his girlfriend's mood was too low, Peter poked her arm and gave her a huge smile.

"Part of it." Tara muttered twice, forgot to nibble on her arm, and fell down on the whole body, "Ah...the spouse is so good..."

She tilted her head, and the soft flesh on her cheek was pressed against her forearm, which made her words a little blurry, but there was no shortage of teasing in her tone: "This is called——sweet troubles, isn't it? That's the right way to call it." She frowned, took Peter's hand, and shook it slightly.

Peter lowered his head and chose to play dead.

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A month later.

After all, it is a high-end national-level event, and there must be a special car to pick you up when you go out to compete.

The bus stopped at the gate early, waiting for this wave of contestants who were almost representatives of IQ in the school.

Almost everyone has a mountaineering bag, which can be a head higher than the back.At first glance, I thought this group of people were members of an outdoor activity club.

Peter couldn't take his eyes off Tara's bag, and it would be an exaggeration to say that a sentence stuck to it.He saw with his own eyes how the girl packed her luggage. She didn't even mention the storage method at all. Once the zipper was pulled, the bag opened wide, and everything was thrown into it all at once, and it was over.

At the very beginning, the girl threw all the snacks in it, and occasionally mixed in a toothbrush towel or something.She even stuffed two buckets of milk in it!But that bag is really a bottomless pit, no matter how you pretend it looks like that.

As for clothes?In fact, Tara didn't want to take it at all. It's so convenient to snap her fingers. Why did she bother?She might not be too lazy to change those friendly sponsorships from Stark hanging in the room, but now she even wants to bring them specially?reject.

It was Peter who persuaded him earnestly.He was worried about this uneasy girlfriend.Does anyone know if it will be a single room or a double room?

Tara had to clean up again.

She turned the bag over and shook it vigorously.There was only a burst of crackling noises - the sound insulation was a bit poor, and a call to the police might have been made from the next door!

A stack of snacks was piled up on the ground, and there were a lot of people who hadn't seen it before. I don't know how this girl is so talented when stuffing snacks.

Later, Tara sorted out the luggage according to the list Peter made for himself, and forced to throw in a lot of things that were completely useless in her opinion.

Peter also doesn't let her pack too many snacks or anything bigger than the size of the bag.Of course, it is the apparent volume of the blurred and illusioned "luggage bag".

God is sorry to see, this is a unique distant relative of hers who has a rare space talent. The bag is made by spinning silk herself. It is comparable to the treasure bag in novels and legends, and it can't be carried in general.

There is no fixed seating plan for the seats on the bus, and you can sit wherever you want, and you are very free.Peter just raised his hand to put his bag away, and when he turned around to show his gentlemanly demeanor, he saw Tara put the bag on the luggage rack with ease.

He is undoubtedly a poor boyfriend who has no chance to show off.

Thompson has surprisingly been less aggressive towards Peter lately than before.Perhaps because he also joined the association, he was crushed by inhuman IQ, and he settled down a lot.

Harry has never revealed his illness as his two little friends wished, but since he seems to be in good condition, the two of them left on time even though they were still somewhat worried when it was time to set off.

The Green Goblin did not produce any new moths, and repeated the failure of his experiment day after day, and insisted on this experimental direction that Tara thought was mentally retarded day after day.

The night patrol these days is doomed to be impossible, the two of them are not energetic enough to run back and forth between Metropolis and New York.Mr. Stark would worry about any major incidents, and the true and false two spider spirits just gave themselves a little vacation.

Take the bus to the airport, take a taxi, and arrive as soon as you wake up.

The metropolis is beautiful, prosperous and full of people.

It looks very suitable for travel.

The bus went straight to the hotel.The school's financial resources exceeded their imagination, and it actually managed to have a single room for each person, which almost covered the entire floor.

A young couple actively applied for the room opposite, took the room card and happily went upstairs.This is the first time for Tara to stay in a hotel. She is quite novel and finds everything interesting.

The backpack was thrown on the chair casually, and Tara touched it everywhere, enthusiastically unpacking all the disposable items in the bathroom, and gestured to put them away one by one.

When Peter knocked on the door, Tara was playing with the shower cap, and the rubber band was snapping when she pulled it.

"Going out for a stroll? Uh... what are you doing?" Peter glanced at the poor shower cap in the girl's hand, hesitantly said, "You want to take a shower?" It was just a guess, and he blushed first. .

"Huh?" Tara pulled a shower cap and put it on Peter's head. Seeing his curly hair being pressed down miserably, she burst out laughing and waved her hands while laughing, "I don't take a shower, cough, we let's go."

Reluctantly, Peter pulled the shower cap off his head, pulled out the room card from the wall, and dragged his girlfriend who had been stabbed in the laugh hole out of the door.