[Comprehensive British and American] The best neighbor

"Is she pretty?" Gwen asked again.

At this moment, Peter calmed himself down quickly, and he replied as naturally as possible: "She is beautiful." Following his words, Helmut's eyes widened because of his sudden embrace immediately appeared in front of him, and he smiled unconsciously up.

"Whoa, some people are already in deep. How? Does she like you?" Gwen didn't speculate on Zemo as Peter's love interest, even though she knew the two happened to be neighbors—but According to the thinking of any normal person, what Peter likes should be a girl of the same age or about the same age.

"I don't know." Peter pursed his lips and put the clay on the disc in front of him. With his movements, the clay was changed into different shapes. "She thought I was too young and asked me to confess when I was an adult."

"Oh? She's older than you?" Gwen gave him a curious look.

"How old is it?" Peter said a little guilty, thinking: But in fact, the age gap between Helmut and him is not much more than a few years old.

"So she thinks you're immature?" Gwen asked.

"Maybe? But I think she just doesn't want to break my heart by rejecting me directly," Peter thought to himself for a few seconds, then shrugged. "She's a nice person, and she seems to like me too, but, you know, it's just not that Kind of like."

"Oh, so she just thinks of you as the little brother next door?" Gwen asked. Take care of her and pick her up from work, don't you want to go to the gym to work out? You can invite her to go with you. These small actions may change her impression of you. "

After hearing this, Peter wanted to howl—if only things were that simple, think he's immature?Compared with the current situation, how easy is this to solve?Is there anything more troublesome than the person you like is a person who chases after dangerous butts every day, whose only dream in life is to kill a few more terrorists, who can only stay in one place for a few months, and who is determined to have nothing to worry about ?

The determination that Peter had just established in the morning to pull Helmut out of his despair was again shaken by reality.

But it was impossible for him to say this to Gwen. Even if the girl's ability to accept was much stronger than the average person, Peter was sure that he would be regarded as a paranoid patient if he said these words.

Thinking about it this way, after becoming Spider-Man, his world suddenly became fantastic.

He nodded in agreement with Gwen: "I think so too. She is going to work, and she usually eats instant food from the supermarket for breakfast. So I made her breakfast."

"Whoa, she's at work?" Gwen was a little surprised, "I thought she was just two or three years older than you, okay boy."

Peter blushed again, he didn't really want to know Gwen's face when he found out he liked Helmut, that must be bad.

"However, you have taken the first step. True love has no boundaries. Remember to share your progress with me at any time, and then introduce that girl to me. Maybe I can become friends with her and replace her. Talk to me." Gwen patted Peter on the shoulder and smiled at him.

Gwen's positivity at least dispelled some of the melancholy in Peter's heart. Although he knew that her proposal had zero feasibility, Peter still said, "Thank you, Gwen, you are so kind."

"This is what a friend should do." Gwen showed him a bright smile.And Peter carefully considered the different opinions and proposals between her and Ned, and decided that it would be more reliable to ask a girl for help in matters such as emotional counseling.

While Peter enjoyed his weekends, Zemo was still reading in the guard room. The concert hall was privately owned, so there were not as many holidays as the students. The contract stipulated that his holidays were three days a month, every nine days rest for a day.He has no superfluous opinion on this, even if he is asked to go to work every day, he has no opinion.

Something special seems to have happened today. A series of high-end cars drove into the area of ​​the concert hall. Zemo saw a few people and the person in charge of the concert hall talking on the square in front of the concert hall during his shift patrol. , and there was a woman's face that made him feel unusually familiar.

Elizabeth Holz, after Zemo realized this, his nerves tensed immediately.

What is she doing in the concert hall?Want to hold an event in a concert hall or acquire a concert hall?This concert hall has no acquisition value, and any event she wants to hold is probably a better place than this one. Is she coming here driven by her husband?If yes, why is she driven by her husband?

Just as Zemo was walking slowly and thinking intensely in his mind, a shout came from his ear—"Hey! You!"

He immediately realized that someone was calling him, and he subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound source. A boy in a white T-shirt walked towards him with his hands in his pockets, so fast that he seemed to be aggressive.

"What for? Boy?" he asked.

"Child? Are you kidding me?" The teenager had a look of disgust on his face, unhappy that Zemo called him.But he immediately put on a naive and curious face: "Are you the security guard of this concert hall? What's your name?"

At this time, Zemo noticed the boy's face, which was different from Peter's kind and comfortable handsome face. The boy's handsome was aggressive and seductive. His lips were red and his teeth were white, and his eyes seemed to be looking at prey.This made Zemo feel threatened, and naturally he couldn't talk about his affection for the boy.

But out of the most basic politeness, he still replied: "My name is Helmut Zemo, how about you?"

"Kevin, Kevin Holtz." The boy raised his chin to signal Elizabeth in the distance.Holz, "That woman is my mother."

"Your mother looks very young." Zemo said a polite remark casually.But Elizabeth.Holz made sure to look after his 40s despite being 30 years old. "I'm going to patrol," he said immediately, "bye."

"Oh, it's okay, anyway, I have nothing to do. I'll go with you." Kevin followed his footsteps: "Where are you from?"

"Sokovia," Zemo said.

"Sokovia?" The boy raised his eyebrows, looking almost gorgeous, "What a coincidence, that woman also found a man from Sokovia to marry, do all of you Sokovians like New York? ?”