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Farr fell silent after taking off his helmet.

Qiuqiu wasn't sure why, and was worried that he still didn't remember James' memory, so he jumped on the head of the housekeeping robot and directed it to fetch a donut for the blond boy.

Seeing that Farr was still in the mood to eat sweets, Qiuqiu asked with confidence: "Do you still remember—" "James." Farr nodded, "I recalled the moment I was thrown out by the world consciousness. I just Guess, you're right, I'm one of those people who does it all over again. ...Look, it's Schmidt again."

"If Schmidt could think, there's a good chance he'd say, 'It's Far Warlock again,'" Brono reassured him, "Too many people have said that, but so what What? You are still the best bounty hunter in the universe."

"This kind of thinking is wrong, Brono, you can't indulge him like this!" Qiuqiu jumped up and down on the bed to protest.

Farr sucked off the icing on his fingertips: "But Brono loves me so much. Give me a basin of cold water when my blood is hot, and a fire to keep me warm when I walk in the ice and snow. Brono is my family And best friend, I'm also thankful for this donut you sent me, Ball."

Qiuqiu rolled to his helmet again: "Well, what does it matter, anyway, the whole world loves you. As long as you get back the last remaining memory, Farr, you can do whatever you want Do."

……

It was another perfectly ordinary day for Peter Parker.

After being called up by Aunt Mei, the brown-haired boy skillfully took out his phone from under the pillow and pressed it on. He opened the social software and sent a message to his friends first.

Peter: Good morning, Farr, I'm up.You said you would surprise me today...

Farr: Be patient, Peter.I remember today is your homecoming day, the surprise is at school, and I'm preparing your surprise to look a little better.

The brown-haired boy held his toothbrush in his mouth and replied very quickly with both hands: "Okay, okay, but can't you really tell me a little bit?"Just a little bit!I'm super—ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Peter?You swallowed the toothpaste again, didn't you?I told you not to use your phone while brushing your teeth.

Peter: But I want to talk to you.

Peter: Okay I'm rinsing my mouth.

Peter: I leave school at 2:45pm, how about we meet at the old place?I'll take the skateboard you gave me.

Farr: I'm afraid we won't be able to meet there today, Peter.It's about your surprise.Go to school after breakfast, be careful on the way.

Peter: What surprise could be like meeting us?

The brown-haired boy waited for a while, but did not receive any new news.He put his phone in his trouser pocket, washed his face, and after habitually fiddled with his hair twice, he lowered his hands in frustration, and explained to himself in the mirror: "Anyway, I won't see Farr again today, so there's no need to worry about your hair." Where are you going?"

He and Farr met last year at a quiz for high school students.

As early as the group preparation stage before the match, their leader, senior sister Aina, focused on circled Far Warlock's name.

"Fal Warlock, his knowledge reserves in literature, geography, business, marine biology, World War II history, theology and even future technology are particularly amazing. There has never been a question in these fields that he can't answer." Sister The ballpoint pen tapped hard under that name. The strange thing is that other competitors also matched photos downloaded from the other party's social software, but this one, the senior sister only wrote his name.

Aina has a deep meaning: "He doesn't take pictures, but he is so special that you will recognize him at a glance. He has a nickname called 'Badr'. What you have to do is to see his face up close. Still functioning normally.”

Baldr, the god of light in Norse mythology.

Peter marked it in his notebook, and was a little curious: In what ways does that Warlock classmate remind people of the God of Light?

On the day of the race, seeing Val Warlock for the first time, Peter knew the answer.

That blond boy had astonishing beauty like a god of light.

He even smiled at me!

Staring at the smile on the lips of the blond boy, Peter's brain went blank, but even this blankness was as bright as the sun, which was a miracle that Peter had never perceived.

Qiuqiu reminded Farr in the headset: "The one who is looking at your brown hair is Peter Parker."

"Obviously." Farr replied softly, "His soul is clean and transparent." He smiled and nodded at the brown-haired boy, "He is also very cute."

Peter couldn't remember exactly what he said when he answered the question, and he didn't know if it was his own illusion-Walok was watching him intently the whole time!

But according to his good friend Ned, he performed supernormally.

In the end, Midtown High School won the runner-up. Senior sister Aina patted Peter on the back and praised him for his excellent performance today. The brown-haired boy just smiled shyly and searched for the blond-haired boy.

"Hi, Peter Parker." Farr took Peter's shoulder from behind, "You are very good."

Peter thought, he pronounces my name differently than everyone else.

It sounds like little bubbles rising from iced lemonade in summer.

Then he reacted and stammered thanks: "Thank you, thank you for your compliment! You can just call me Peter, oh, isn't that too common? I heard that more than 1000 newborn babies this year also have this name. But I Not as good a nickname as you, I mean, Badr, yes, this nickname is very suitable for you--" "Normal?" Farr shook his head, gently reassuring, "Peter, you don't Ordinary. Maybe a dozen people I passed by on the road were also called Peter, but none of them were this cute brown-haired boy standing in front of me, and you will make everyone remember Peter The name Parker, you will make the name Peter great because of you."

He said I was different to him.

He also called me cute.

He even thought I could be a great person.

Peter flushed.

As if stepping on the clouds all the way without knowing the landing point, I exchanged contact information with Faer in a dizzy state.

They've been texting each other every day since then, and sometimes they've made an appointment to hang out together during the holidays.

Farr and Ned, Peter's only two friends.

But Peter knew all too well that Farr was different to him.

He just hasn't figured out what's different yet.

As he put his coat in the school locker, Peter couldn't help but take another look at his phone, but Farr still hadn't messaged him.

Peter: I'm at school.Can we really not meet today?

Peter: I want to thank you in person for the surprise.

"Hey, Peter! Have you heard? We have a new classmate who transferred from Manhattan this semester!"

Ned slapped his friend on the shoulder.

Caught off guard, Peter almost slammed his head against the locker door.

The brown-haired boy clenched his phone and looked back at Ned blankly: "What? Manhattan?"

Ned nodded, and then lowered his voice to share the news he heard with his friends: "It is said that he lives in the 'Gold Coast'."

"Gold Coast" refers to the residential area east of Fifth Avenue and west of Lexington Avenue in New York.

To sum up, the most important feature is probably: expensive.

Sounds out of place at Midtown High in Queens.

So Peter asked logically, "Then why did he come to Queens to study?"

"Maybe it's because he has a good friend in Queens." The blond boy rubbed Peter's messy curly hair from behind, "Hey, Peter, are you satisfied with your 'surprise'?"

Peter's eyes widened: "Fa, Fare?!"

It never occurred to him that Farr's so-called surprise was his friend himself!

"You said that there is no surprise that can compare to our meeting." Farr put his arms around Peter's shoulders, "I think the answer is-we meet every day. I had to change schools for some reasons, and I thought of it when I was picking a new school You, so I bought an apartment next to your house. So I can watch you eat breakfast obediently in the morning."

Ned stared blankly at his new classmate: "Fal Warlock?!"

As early as Farr walked from the school gate to the teaching building, people kept looking at him overtly and secretly, and whispered his identity.

At this time, Ned's words caused another wave of discussion.

The blond boy held out his hand: "You must be Ned. Peter often talks about you. I hope we can become good friends in the future."

"Of course!" Ned shook Val Warlock's hand very enthusiastically. "My God, the real Val Warlock! Peter, you didn't tell me that you and Val Warlock were good friends! He But the most popular high school student I know!"

Neither Ned nor Peter was socially good, they were called nerds at school, and they were the fringes of any party.

But Far Warlock?

In all the occasions where the blond boy appeared, he was the only focus of the crowd.

The brown-haired boy blushed: "I didn't find a suitable opportunity to tell you..."

When he first got Farr's contact information, he was busy carefully finding topics to get to know each other. After talking for a week, he found that he and Farr could get along very well, so he became obsessed with chatting with Farr.

And...he couldn't get Farr's name out as a conversation piece between him and his friends.

That name was his, a secret of Peter Parker's.

"Peter?" Farr pinched the tip of the boy's ear lightly. "Ned invited us to his house after school to play with his new Lego toys."

Peter muttered, "You can't say yes to someone else after refusing my invitation."

Neither did Ned's.

"I'm not refusing you to say that we'll play together after school today." Farr laughed, "I'm just refusing you to ask me to see you after school. In your 24 hours a day, as long as I can have one more second. "

Now Peter's ears were blushing, but he still mustered up the courage to respond to his friend: "I can miss you every second."

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