American Comics: I Am Tall, Rich And Handsome, But I Was Pushed Back By Black Widow

Lecture room.

He signed autographs one by one and sent away the group of fans.

Only then did Byrne and Gwen sit down again under the strange eyes in the classroom.

"Was that magic just now? It was amazing."

Gwen looked at him with curiosity in her eyes and said in surprise.

"Thank you for the compliment."

Byrne smiled slightly and did not continue the topic.

"sorry."

At this moment, the second generation Peter came over and bowed to apologize.

In his opinion, everything that happened just now happened because of him.

"Who are you?"

Byrne suppressed the excitement rising in his heart and pretended to be confused.

"Hello, my name is Peter Parker."

The second generation Peter quickly introduced himself.

It looks extremely humble.

"Hello."

Byrne nodded.

"Can I sit over here?"

The second generation Peter lowered his head, seeming to have gathered his courage.

"Can't."

Before Byrne could speak, Gwen rejected him first.

The second-generation Peter was stunned for a moment, awkward in place, not knowing whether to leave or bite the bullet and stay.

"Sit wherever you like. This place is not owned by my family. There is no need to ask me."

Byrne doesn't care.

Surprised, "I knew he was introverted, but I didn't expect him to be so introverted. He is completely different from the talkative person he became after becoming Spider-man."

"It seems like you're putting on a mask, but you're actually taking it off, right?"

Just as she was thinking this, Gwen suddenly said, "You haven't told me yet how you conjured this bouquet of flowers just now."

"Thanks."

Second-generation Peter saw Byrne coming to his rescue, and he was relieved and walked to the other side of him to sit down.

Just keep at least two body positions away from Byrne.

Unlike Gwen, who is almost glued to Byrne at the moment.

"secret."

There was a hint of mystery in Byrne's mouth.

"Do you know anything else? Can you perform it again?"

This piqued Gwen's curiosity even more.

But before he could answer, Peter's voice suddenly came from the other side.

"Can you teach me the magic trick just now?"

He mustered up the courage to say this.

"Is that bouquet of flowers a prop? Or are they flowers hidden in the sleeves?"

"By the way, do you know that magic trick, which is to pull a rabbit out of a hat?"

"Or a dove emerges from a pocket, a sword is swallowed from its mouth, flying darts are masked, or something like that."

As he spoke, he stood up and made a motion to throw away the flying darts.

"go away."

Gwen rolled her eyes at him angrily, "You're so annoying, could you please stop nagging."

"Professor Bratton is here! Sit down quickly."

Second generation Peter pointed to the front door to change the subject.

"Isn't there still ten minutes until class starts?"

Gwen looked at the time strangely.

"Maybe he was alarmed by the movement just now."

Byrne guessed so.

At the same time, he waved his hand and asked the bodyguard to go out and not to disturb the professor's class.

The huge classroom gradually became quiet as the old professor entered.

I saw a tall, thin old man with white hair and gold-rimmed glasses, holding a lesson plan under his arm and carrying a water glass, walking up to the podium leisurely.

"I heard that someone just made trouble in my classroom?"

Putting down his lesson plan, he raised his eyes and glanced around, noticing Byrne sitting in the back row.

He nodded to him, then looked elsewhere and said in a deep voice, "If anyone dares to cause trouble, please be prepared to be kicked out."

"I'm not as easy to talk to as that old guy Kira."

After speaking, he looked at the students in the lecture theater who did not dare to look at him and nodded with satisfaction.

Open the lesson plan and start this open class lecture.

Gwen and the second generation Peter listened carefully throughout the whole process, and their faces looked like they were suddenly enlightened from time to time. They seemed to have benefited a lot.

Byrne, however, lacked interest and often felt like dozing off.

Just because the content is too childish for him now.

It's like a college student entering first-grade preschool and learning the calculation problem that 1+1 equals 2.

This made Bratton, who was paying attention to his every move, frown repeatedly, and even began to doubt his life, "Is it possible that Tony has already told him about the topic I am talking about?"

He knew Tony Stark's talent very well. If he wanted to train Byrne Stark to become a physicist, it couldn't be easier.

"In that case, let's just give him a question to solve, so as not to make him bored."

Bratton thought of the problem a student encountered last night and made a decision in his mind.

Even he had not thought of a perfect solution to this difficult problem, and it was just a good test for him.

In this way, even if you can't solve it by then, it doesn't matter.

"Byrne, come to the podium and solve this problem."

Saying that, he raised his hand a little and sat drowsily Byrne in the back row.

"Huh? Can I be called upon if I sit in the last row?"

Byrne was stunned, "Does this old man have any special hobbies? Even though I'm handsome, it's not like that, right?"

But thinking about the old professor's eyes when he nodded to him before, he suddenly felt a chill.

But of course, I couldn't let go of such a good opportunity to flirt with girls.

He stood up, straightened his tie, put his hands in his pockets, and walked to the podium.

"Hahaha, you must have been caught by the old professor for taking a nap. He even dared not listen carefully to Professor Bratton's class. He deserves it."

"Now we have another good show. I don't believe that this guy is as talented as his brother in physics."

"That's not necessarily true. This guy is the old professor's favorite student."

The surrounding students immediately gloated upon seeing this.

"Covelia's inequality equation?"

But when I saw the title, I was a little surprised.

It seemed that no one in his memory had a perfect answer to this question.

I immediately understood what the old professor meant. Was this an attempt to embarrass him?

Because you fell asleep in class?

"Old man, then you really picked the right person."

He took a casual look at this question and already had no less than a hundred solutions in his mind.

"Professor, shall I begin?"

Byrne picked up the chalk and looked sideways.

"Well, let's get started."

The old professor nodded and walked off the stage.

The students in the first row sensibly squeezed in to make room for him.

"Definitely, you can also try to solve this problem."

Bratton turned around and said to the students behind him, then pressed the remote control to project the question onto the big screen.