[Comprehensive] Welcome to Pansidong

There was no doubt about the result of the match, and the other side felt ashamed of being beaten into autism by the spider couple.

The little fat man went crazy with joy, he probably used the most exaggerated rhetoric in his life to praise his good brother - Niu Pi's girlfriend.

Holding the volleyball with one hand, Tara pushed her hair back to her head with her backhand, and raised her arm high to signal her victory, with an undisguised huge smile on her raised face.

Teammates become opponents in the next round.But this time they didn't compare.

The whole building shook undetectably, so slightly that only Peter and Tara were actually aware of it.The water in the swimming pool swayed with the swaying and rippled layer upon layer.

This is by no means an ordinary small earthquake, and the metropolis is not a place prone to earthquakes.The first reaction of the two was explosives, they hurriedly found an excuse, quit the game and left the party.

"Hey, buddy! Is the matter really so urgent?" The little fat man shouted unwillingly behind the two of them.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I just remembered it all of a sudden! It's too late!" Peter replied indiscriminately, pulled a bathrobe to put on, and threw another one to Tara. In the blink of an eye, the two figures disappeared at the door.

"Well, okay. Then obviously, our winner has been born!" The little fat man shrugged and announced the victory of the senior class.

Finding a blind spot in the surveillance system and changing clothes with one click, the two jumped out of the window.

In the dark night, two figures slid close to the outer wall of the hotel, so fast that they almost wondered where they came from, and they were committing suicide.

The source of the earthquake should be at the lower level, and it was already very weak when it reached the top level.From the outside, the hotel itself doesn't appear to have suffered much damage.No, perhaps no change would be more appropriate.

There are no cracks, no gaps, no shattered glass, nothing, and the calm makes people question that the previous shock is fake.

"What's underground? A parking lot?" Tara stopped between the floors and looked down with a frown.

"It's the parking lot, but I'm not sure if there's anything else down there." Peter also stopped and took out his phone with one hand.

His cell phone was from Stark, and so was Tara's, of course, but it was obvious that Peter played it a little smoother.

A three-dimensional model of the hotel was projected on the mobile phone. Peter waved his hand to sweep away the ground model and pulled out the underground model.

"It shows the third floor, the first floor is the parking lot, the second floor and the third floor are both parking lots." Peter swiped twice, put away his phone, "I can't see anything on it, let's go down and have a look?"

Tara gave an OK gesture: "Let's go."

They glide for a while longer, scrambling along the wall to the back of the hotel before hitting the ground.After a little effort to dodge the cameras, they were quickly underground.

The negative floor is indeed a place for offices, and the lights are basically turned off, and there are few offices that are occasionally on, and there is no problem - after all, those guys who are sleepy and yawning really don't seem to be able to make such a mess. Big movement.

The shock seemed even smaller than they had imagined.These employees on the first floor are supposed to be the closest to the source of the earthquake, but they don't seem to have any special reaction, and there are a few lying on the table to catch up on sleep.

"It did shake a bit, right?" Peter lowered his voice.

"Of course, we both felt it, so it can't be wrong." Tara frowned, "Could it be that the hotel is being renovated?"

"During this period of time? Impossible." Peter shook his head and smiled wryly. "These people are really calm. They can't just shake like this every day. Are they used to it? It's like losing their memory."

"Amnesia?" Tara bit her lower lip.

"Hey, I just said it casually." Peter waved his hand, "It's not the 'Men in Black'."

I couldn't find any traces in the parking lot, and everything looked normal, as if the movement was just an illusion.

"Well, the police are here to stay in the hotel too?" Tara and Peter were clinging to the ceiling at this moment, perfectly enjoying the view of the panoramic camera.

"Maybe there is a mission." Peter guessed casually, "The shell was scratched badly."

"That's not it." Tara took another look in agreement, "It seems nothing, let's go."

"It's probably a small earthquake." Tara scratched her head—she was infected by Peter's movement now. "I'm afraid we're overthinking it."

"Yeah, I haven't been on night patrol for the past two days, and I always feel very sensitive to the surprises around me." Peter shook his head amusedly, "What are we? Are we working hard?"

"Probably? Ah... it sounds a bit miserable." The two cautiously returned to the floor where they jumped out of the window before changing back into the hotel bathrobes, pretending to come out of the bathroom, and taking the elevator back to the room.

In the underground garage, the lights of the police car flickered twice abruptly.

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"The metropolis is just different, the auditorium is really magnificent." Peter sighed twice, and raised his phone to take a few pictures around.

Tara looked a little sluggish, although she followed Peter to look around, but no matter how she looked, she was a little listless.

"What's wrong with you?" Peter patted her head and touched her twice, "Didn't sleep well?"

"That's not true." The girl rubbed his palm and sighed faintly, "I forgot to eat the little cake yesterday."

Peter: "..." He paused for a while before regaining his voice, "Are you serious?"

"Of course." Tara gave him a weak look, with a heartbroken expression on her face, "I only ate two mouthfuls of the plate I chose carefully! Not to mention there are many more that I haven't tasted yet."

Well, yes, I am a very loyal dessert lover.

Peter hugged her shoulder and patted her shoulders, comforting in a low voice: "It's okay, we'll go eat small cakes after the game is over, how about the one yesterday?"

"Okay!" Tara instantly revived with full blood, her eyes sparkling, "But I want to see if there are other stores."

"Okay, okay, we'll look for it when it's over." Peter agreed with a smile.

When it was time for the competition, Tara rushed to answer frequently, as if she had been beaten with chicken blood, and she was in an extremely excited state.

"What did you tell her?" During the intermission, the senior sister came over, "I've never seen Tara so excited."

Peter's smile was awkward but polite.What can he say?Honestly because he agreed to take this girl for dessert?I'm afraid this is not a joke.

Before the start of the second half, Tara was looking eager to try again, gearing up as if preparing for a big fight.

Peter could tell what was going on in this girl's mind just by scanning her.I'm afraid this girl is thinking about getting enough points as soon as possible so that the game can end as soon as possible!

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"Well, isn't this the couple from yesterday?" Tara dragged Peter out of the auditorium as soon as today's game was over.

She watched the bright yellow sports car out of sight from a distance: "What kind of car is that? It's very beautiful."

"Chevrolet." Peter only had time to see the rear of the car, and roughly recognized the car logo, "I didn't see it, it turned out to be a rich man."

"Expensive?" Tara turned her head.

"Anyway, I can't afford it, of course Harry and Mr. Stark can," he thought for a while, "Oh yes, you can also afford it if you use the card Mr. Stark gave you."

"You didn't say that." Tara punched him, "Harry and Mr. Stark are rich people in the general sense?"

"That's true." Peter spread his hands, "But it's really not cheap."

Since the competition is nationwide, it will last for five days in total, and this period of time is almost a few days of frantic fluttering in the ocean of knowledge.

Swallowing the cake scooped up from the spoon in one gulp, Tara felt the greasy sweetness spread in her mouth with satisfaction, and leaned back in the chair relaxedly.

Peter felt a sore throat for her, so he drank two big sips of water, and then suppressed the hallucinatory sweet smell, propped his chin, and said in a vague voice, "I'm a little worried about Harry."

Tara took another bite and puffed up half of her cheeks: "Me too, I always feel uncomfortable." She tried to describe it, "The tone of the chat made me a little concerned, as if I was very anxious .”

"You feel it too? Me too." Peter took a sip of Coke and hiccupped a little. "Did something happen to old Osborne?"

"That's not true." Tara denied the guess. "The old house is still the same. The experiments have been failing and there is no progress. Norman Osborn is still half-dead."

"Did he say anything to you? Or video chat or something?" Tara bit the spoon in distress, "I sometimes suspect that there is a time difference between me and him. Mr. President is really busy."

"Who isn't?" Peter rubbed the curly hair on the top of his head, and slammed his chin on the table sullenly, "I sent him a video and he didn't answer it. It took a long time to reply to the message, and occasionally the chat seemed to be in a hurry of."

The two looked at each other and let out a long sigh at the same time, and the scene fell silent for a while.

"Could it be..." Peter hesitated, and the hand holding the drink cup unconsciously tightened, "Could it be related to Harry's, uh, his illness?"

Tara stopped eating the cake, pursed her lips tightly, and the edges of her lips were a little white.She was silent for a while, and said in a low voice with some frustration: "But didn't he refuse to say it? He didn't say a word."

Peter also lowered his eyes, scratched his fingers unconsciously on his thigh, and pulled a wry smile from the corner of his mouth: "...Yeah, he didn't say anything."

There was another silence.

"You said..." Tara hesitated this time, "Should I also, uh, you know, 'look' at Harry too?"

She bit her lower lip, and hurriedly added: "I know this, it's not good, we have been because of this before..." She sighed, "Forget it."

Peter raised his head first, rubbed his forehead, and tried his best to hook the corners of his mouth. He didn't know whether he was trying to comfort Tara or reassure himself: "Anyway, anyway, I'll be back in four days anyway, so don't think about it," he knocked Knocking on the head, "It's okay, let's go back and see the situation."

He said so, but his eyebrows were still furrowed, not at all the ease he wanted to show in his words.

"You, you better not..." After a pause of two seconds, Peter spoke again.There were some indescribable emotions mixed on his face, like worry, like guilt, or something else.

"Cut, don't worry." Tara pushed the cake in front of him, "Take a bite?"

"What you said, don't think about it yet." Tara clicked her tongue lightly, and let out a breath, as if she wanted to spit out all the things that were suppressed in her heart.

"... Mmm. So sweet."

"Tsk, I really don't know how to appreciate you."

The author has something to say: Ah... I really want to release Harry...

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