[Comprehensive] Welcome to Pansidong

It might be their best midtown finish ever.It was like being favored by the heavens, the geniuses were all concentrated in these two years of enrollment.

They made it to the finals as a matter of course-with a posture of one man guarding the gate and ten thousand men not opening.

The auditorium on the last day was also the most crowded day in the past few days. Reporters from major newspapers rushed in, stood on the stage and looked down, covering the cameras.

Being in the metropolis, and the Planet Daily is one of the largest newspapers in the metropolis, of course they wanted to send reporters.But coincidentally, they happen to be "acquaintances" of the two spiders.

Superman, in his shy little reporter's skin, squeezed in among a group of reporters, and was honestly... pretty conspicuous.After all, no matter how much he shrunk, he still had the size he should have. At least in the eyes of Peter and Tara, he was almost specially highlighted, and he was picked out from the crowd at a glance.

From a distance, Superman saw them too.He raised his hand to greet them, and made a cheering gesture from a distance, his smile was full of encouragement.

The two young ones were overwhelmed, waved their hands to him in a hurry, and bowed slightly.

"Are you full of strength?" Tara bent her elbow and bumped her boyfriend who laughed like a fool, and winked her eyes.

"I will definitely perform well!" Peter clenched his fists excitedly.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I'm so jealous, I'm jealous." Tara wanted to rub his curly hair at first, but somehow remembered that it was a formal occasion and wanted to give his hair some living space, so she reached over and pinched it his palm.

Before Peter burst out with the desire to survive, the little fat man came over from the back of the line, winking and making faces at them: "Do you know that reporter?"

"Ah, yes, yes." Peter scratched his face.

"Wow! Brother, I really underestimated you! Do you have such a wide range of friends?" The little fat man widened his eyes and patted him on the shoulder.

"Is it a famous reporter?" Tara answered curiously.Is Superman's side business doing well, too?No, if the income is used to count, is the reporter actually considered a regular job?

"Planet Daily, Planet Daily!" The fat man waved his arms exaggeratedly, "The Metropolitan 'this' newspaper! Do you think it's awesome?" He gave a thumbs up.

"But I heard," he lowered his voice mysteriously, "It seems that this newspaper was acquired by Gotham's Wayne Enterprises. Oh, it's really rich."

"Acquired?" Tara blinked. "Ah, Wayne Enterprises, I've heard that the president is, uh, Bruce. His name is Bruce, Bruce Wayne. Well, that's right, that's the name."

"It's amazing to be able to run such a large enterprise in such a chaotic city." Peter also sighed twice along the way.

"So who is rich, he or Mr. Stark?" Tara rubbed her chin, completely unaware of what kind of eternal problem she was asking.

Peter: "..."

fatty:"……"

This is more embarrassing.

"What's wrong with you? Why don't you talk?" Tara pouted, "Isn't Mr. Stark richer?"

Miss Spider Essence still had a fresh memory of the man who bought a building without blinking when she and Iron Man first met, and he even gave her a black card without blinking!Basically, it can be said that the name Tony Stark is already synonymous with the dollar sign in Tara.

"Although I don't know why, I always feel that it's weird to talk about this issue in a metropolis." The little fat man spoke frankly, "But if you ask me another question, I might be able to tell you about it." He revealed A mean smile.

"Another aspect?" Tara raised his eyebrows, Peter saw this, and immediately wanted to cover the little fat man's mouth, but Tara knew what it was without him saying, "You mean gossip?"

Even though his mouth was covered, the little fat man did not forget to nod vigorously.

"I still support Mr. Stark." Tara snapped her fingers, "He's almost at the level of an ant queen." Miss Spider Spirit rubbed her chin in admiration.

...Why do you think there is something wrong with this metaphor?

The little fat man didn't think much about it, and he didn't know where his burst of strength came from. He pushed Peter's hand away and rubbed his hands excitedly: "That Wayne in Gotham is also amazing. My friend, oh, it's nice to have money."

"I heard that Mr. Stark slept with the cover girl of a certain magazine for twelve months?" Tara said it in a "wow" tone. Just hearing her tone, she thought she was boasting What a great side of someone.

Peter covered his face silently, unable to bear to continue listening.

The little fat man sighed with dreamy tone: "Is this the charm of rich people?"

"No," Tara shook her head sincerely, puncturing his fantasy indifferently, "I still need a face."

"...You are so cruel." The little fat man covered his heart.

In the distance, Clark Superman and super-hearing Kent listened to the whole process with complicated emotions. Thinking of his dark friend, he shuddered subconsciously.

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"Have a meal together? Or do you have a celebration dinner?" After the game, Superman came over with a gentle smile, "Ah, I haven't formally introduced myself yet, I'm Clark Kent."

"Uh, I'm Parker Peter, ah, no, I'm Peter Parker, hello." Peter bowed and was about to go down, but Clark quickly stopped him.

"Tara Read, hello, Mr. Kent." Tara patted Peter's arm, signaling him to calm down.

"Just call me Clark." The little reporter nodded to her, "So... I'm treating you, is there any place you want to go?"

"Well, you know, we've only been in Metropolis for a few days." Tara shrugged, "Peter?"

"Ah, yes! We all follow your arrangement!" Peter clenched the hem of his clothes.

They were taken to a small restaurant. The storefront was not too big, but it was decorated with care.The point is, the food tastes really good.

"The food in this store tastes very good." Clark greeted the boss familiarly, then turned around and led them to find a seat, "The boss is also very nice."

The food is served very quickly, it is a very authentic Italian dish, and the cheese tastes very fragrant.

"You guys know my identity, right?" Clark casually mentioned after taking two bites.

Peter almost choked on the noodles, covered his mouth and coughed for a long time, then poured down half a glass of water before he managed to suppress it.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Clark handed him a tissue guiltily, "I should wait until later."

"You, how do you know?" Peter hurriedly asked as soon as he pressed down, "But don't worry, we never, never said anything!"

Tara glanced at him, unable to believe how the man had sounded so shocked.Does he really have no idea how obvious he is?How blind must a Superman be to not see that star-chaser look!

Clark was also obviously taken aback.Wait, I thought this was already a tacit fact?

But he quickly adjusted and smiled: "I know you won't say it, I trust you."

"Uh, so, you invited us to dinner today, isn't it for this matter?" Peter said cautiously.

"Huh? Of course not." Clark took a sip of coffee, "You should be going back after participating in the competition, so I thought I must treat you to a meal before you leave."

He smiled and raised his coffee cup: "For the sake of our tacit cooperation last time?"

Tara first raised the juice and touched him lightly: "This is a great compliment."

Peter also raised his glass in a hurry: "Thank you so much!"

Clark picked up a fork of pasta: "I asked you a little bit, as you know." He looked a little embarrassed, "You are quite famous in New York."

"I got Peter's credit." Tara poked a small tomato into her mouth.

"I heard that the most friendly superhero, New York's good neighbor Spider-Man." Clark lowered his voice and teased, "Very good name."

I don't know why, but these two titles are a little shameful when they are pronounced by idols.Peter lowered his head with a blushing face, and said softly, "No, no."

Superman chuckled twice, and let him go: "Your abilities are very similar, I have never seen a more tacit partner than you."

"Of course." Tara raised her chin triumphantly, "We..." She stopped suddenly, frowning slightly.

"What's wrong?" Seeing her serious expression, Superman straightened his face, "Did you find something?"

"Ah...no." Tara shook her head, "It's just that the car that just passed by looks familiar?"

She unconsciously followed the direction in which the car was leaving, and shook her head in amused manner: "It should be because I'm too sensitive, police cars all look the same."

"Police car? Is something wrong?" Superman listened for a while, "Well, it looks like it's just a routine patrol."

After he said this, the three of them looked at each other, and suddenly laughed together, which caused the guests at several tables around to look at them curiously.

"What's this called? Occupational sensitivity?" Tara bit the juice straw, shaking with laughter.

"Hearing you say that, I don't know if I should be proud of it." Peter pressed his forehead and smiled like a leaky balloon.

"It's rare to talk about such a topic during a meal." Clark also expressed emotion.

"Going to the bathroom, I suddenly remembered that something happened at home, and the things were left where they were before..." Tara folded her fingers and sighed in a fake way, "It's getting harder and harder to find the reason."

"Sometimes I would say that I suddenly remembered that the deadline for a manuscript was approaching, but I hadn't finished it yet." Clark made inferences, "Maybe you can switch to a paper?"

"Oh, this is good!" Peter looked excited "I learned it!" He took out his phone and opened the notepad, "Wait, I want to write it down!"

Superman really counted the reasons he had used one by one there, and for a while, a strange and enthusiastic study atmosphere formed on this table.

Tara was shocked by the childishness of the two men.

"Oh, by the way," Clark raised his head suddenly, gesturing to the simple three servings of pasta and three servings of soup on the table, "I don't think we're full?"

After he finished speaking, he was the first to laugh out loud.

The author has something to say: Okay, the three big appetites get together, and the little reporter might go bankrupt.

I've been thinking, Thor's stomach + captain's stomach + green fat stomach + Xiao Jiju's stomach, Nicole is really a great man [light a cigarette].

Ton ton ton ton ton: 5 bottles of Xuetangtang, 1 bottle of Jiguang Pianyu