A foreigner's journey

Midtown High School, cafeteria.

Peter held a fork in his mouth, narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced around.

On the left, Gwen lowered her head and picked up a fork to poke at the corn kernels in the lunch box, while on the right, Heather chewed the dry and hard black pepper sausage nonchalantly.

Something weird! Peter makes a judgment call.

He felt that the atmosphere between Gwen and Heather was strange lately. The two of them would obviously quarrel whenever they met, but they had been surprisingly quiet for the past two days, with no one provoking anyone.

Could it be... there was a quarrel?

Feeling Peter's probing gaze, Gwen turned her head and glared at Peter, frightened him and quickly turned his attention to Heather, who swallowed the food in her mouth and asked lightly: "Peter, food Not to your liking?"

"When did the food here ever satisfy your appetite?"

"That's right. Good buddy, can you help me go to the convenience store on the first floor to buy a chocolate sandwich bread?"

Heather took out a note and handed it to Peter, her brows twitching slightly at the right time:

"This black pepper sausage makes me a little nauseous. I feel very uncomfortable..."

"Oh my god, hold on. I'm going to buy it right now." Peter took a look at it, quickly took the banknotes and walked out of the restaurant.

As soon as Peter left, Gwen immediately whispered: "Your excuse is too lame!"

"You asked me not to show too much familiarity with you in school. Lunch time is the only time the two of us can communicate! We can only send Peter away."

"Then you can't use this reason to send Peter away every time, right?"

"Unless you come to me at night as a spider and we sneak out."

"No! My dad is off work recently and I can't find a chance to sneak out."

The two communicated in low voices like members of a secret organization.

Since that night's identity was revealed, Gwen and Heather have developed a strange relationship.

Heather became the only person who knew the true identity of the ghost spider, and she was a classmate of Gwen. Gwen had been paying attention to him before, and now he has been promoted from 'a male classmate who pays attention' to a 'unique friend and publicist of the ghost spider image'.

Gwen didn't know what it felt like, but she had never felt this way about a boy since she was born. She wanted to know more about him, and there seemed to be endless things to say to him.

Because it was late, the two of them chatted for a long time on the rooftop that night and then went home.

As soon as Gwen got home, she went into her room and threw the spider suit and web launcher into her bag. Then, her eyes were drawn to the newspaper on the table.

This is an old newspaper from a long time ago, with the front page headline reading "Mortal Heroes!" ”, accompanied by close-up photos.

In the photo, Heather looks a little tired and disgraced, and seems a little overwhelmed when surrounded by people.

Gwen picked up the newspaper that she had read many times and put it next to her bed, and read it carefully again, even if it was a press release written by JJJJ, whom she hated so much, it didn't matter.

After reading it several times, she looked at the photo, cleverly took out the scissors, cut out the photo, and then stuck it in the textbook.

God, what I'm doing right now is absolutely embarrassing.

Gwen lay on the bed, covering her increasingly rosy face with her hands, rolling from side to side.

In the next two days, although I really wanted to talk to Heather more, Gwen's external image was that of a non-romantic and cold person, and suddenly getting close to other boys would arouse others' suspicion.

Gwen and Heather's class schedule happened to be different, and they didn't have the chance to meet during class. They could only chat during lunch time, and they had to stay away from Peter as much as possible to prevent Peter from hearing the secret of Gwen's identity.

After a brief chat, Heather said that she had already figured out how to help Ghost Spider reverse its public image. Gwen was skeptical but thought that Heather could give it a try first, and then Peter ran back panting. He was still holding the chocolate sandwich bread that Heather had requested.

There was no other way. Heather, who was already full, reluctantly ate the bread under Peter's expectant eyes, and frowned.

There is only one history class in the afternoon, and the bell has not yet rung. The classroom is full of noisy chatter and laughter.

Gwen was sitting in the corner, and just as she was about to open the textbook, Mary Jane next to her held her shoulders.

"My dear drummer, you have been absent from several band rehearsals recently."

Red-haired beauty Mary Jane said with a smile:

"Have you been secretly talking about your boyfriend recently? Tell me who it is!"

Black-haired Betty also came over: "I seem to smell the sour smell of love."

Gwen pushed them away angrily and said while opening the textbook: "I don't have that free time. I have said many times that I will not..." before graduating from college.

Her movements froze because there happened to be a carefully cropped close-up photo in the middle of the opened textbook. The image in the photo was not unfamiliar to Mary Jane and Betty.

Mary Jane and Betty's mouths became O-shaped. They looked at the photo and then at Gwen, and for a moment they couldn't say anything.

"Listen, this is not what you think." Gwen's face turned red as she tried to explain.

Mary Jane and Betty's eyes were filled with 'I don't believe it'.

"...Well it's what you think, but I can explain."

Gwen continued to speak bravely, but Mary Jane and Betty had already snatched the photo and started to look at it carefully: "Explain it, we are listening... Yeah, Betty, smell it, she also sprayed perfume on the newspaper!"

"Well I can't explain it. Damn it, give me the photo back!"

Gwen was furious and snatched the photo back and stuffed it into her textbook.

Mary Jane and Betty surrounded Gwen with mysterious smiles on their faces. Mary Jane looked at Gwen, who rarely blushed, and couldn't help teasing: "Okay, okay, you will never have a boyfriend until you graduate from college, right? You don't want to have a boyfriend, you are unrequited love."

"What's so good about Anon that makes the recognized iceberg school beauty of Central City High School secretly love him?" Betty looked curious: "Gwen, tell me about your mental journey."

I don't have any mental journey! Gwen cursed in her heart, but then she thought about it, pretending to be in love is not a bad idea. Wouldn't this give her a good excuse to be alone with Heather in school with a clear conscience?

I just don't know if Heather is willing to cooperate.

Well, we have to kick Peter who is in the way away. If we want Peter to leave willingly, we can only sacrifice Mary Jane.

Thinking of this, Gwen looked at Mary Jane with a softer look.

Because of Gwen's strong request, Mary Jane and Betty did not tell anyone about this. In order to deal with them, Gwen went to the band rehearsal with them after school.

Heather was happy to be free, and she took Peter to the rental house in the St. Regis House. Looking at the perfect personal world, Peter was envious.

With the help of the Bennett family in the past two days, Heather had moved almost everything and could basically move in directly.

Aunt Susan naturally shed tears several times, but she couldn't persuade Heather, and finally had to let Heather live alone. In exchange, she asked Heather to come back for dinner at least once a week, and Heather naturally nodded in agreement.

Uncle Marty also showed great regret, and Heather felt that he was regretting that he would not have an extra income of four hundred dollars a month in the future.

Cousin Claire went to college as a day student, and she did not need to rent or live on campus. However, after visiting Heather's rental house, she had a little idea and decided to move out and live alone, and declared that she would start saving money from now on.

Finally, there was John's cousin who had no say. No matter how envious he was, it was useless. He had to persuade Heather to agree that he could come over to play on weekends.

Peter and Heather left the rental house in a hurry after playing the game console for a while. The experimental activities he recently participated in had reached a critical period, and he wanted to participate in it as much as possible.

After seeing Peter off, Heather was about to open the refrigerator to see if she could get something to eat.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Visitors? Heather walked to the door and leaned in front of the cat, but saw nothing.

There was no one outside the door.

Prank? Whatever it was, Heather didn't intend to open the door. Although the security reputation of the St. Regis House was good, he didn't need to take the risk of opening the door.

Stepping back from the door, Heather was already considering preparing some self-defense weapons at home.

"Great alertness. If you open the door rashly, your score with me will be reduced."

A familiar voice suddenly sounded behind Heather.

He looked back and found that an uninvited guest had appeared on the second-hand sofa left by the landlord.

She had long light green hair tied into two ponytails, wore a long-sleeved jacket and hot pants, chewed gum, and sat cross-legged on the sofa with her legs slender.

This person was the culprit of the previous shooting incident, the mysterious punk girl.

She held a silver pistol with a cold glow in her hand, and pointed the muzzle at Heather.

"Brother, let's talk?"