[Comprehensive British and American] The best neighbor

"Wow," Ned said, "that's amazing. A thousand dollars to go to Vietnam might not even be enough for a plane ticket."

"But you can buy special air tickets online, you know, it's the kind of airline discounts." Peter said quickly.

"Yeah." Ned nodded thoughtfully, "Brother, I think your expression is a little... um, a little..." Ned couldn't seem to find any words to describe it. , "It's kind of... Sichun, you understand. It's the expression of those boys seeing or talking about Gwen Stacy."

"No!" Peter retorted immediately, "Don't think of me like that, I just want to be friends with him! You have no idea how cool he is!"

"Trust you." Ned gave Peter a thumbs up. "Does he look handsome?"

"Handsome, actually not amazingly handsome, but he looks very delicate, and there is that kind of atmosphere around him, you know, the kind of atmosphere that makes you calm down and look at him involuntarily. Aunt Mei and Uncle Ben liked him very much, too, and they said it was rare to see such a polite and ambitious young man."

"Ambition? What does he want to do?" Ned asked curiously.

"He wants to travel the world! Isn't that cool!" Peter said with bright eyes.

"Brother, I think looking at him puts a 'cool' filter on your eyes, but I trust your taste." Ned patted Peter on the shoulder with his gravy-free hand.

"Oh! Isn't this little Peter from our news agency?"

Upon hearing this voice, both Peter and Ned's expressions changed. A tall, red-haired boy walked over with a few followers.

"I just heard our little Peter talking about the 'neighbor boy' like a girl, what? Is that your little boyfriend?" The boy laughed unscrupulously, and his followers also laughed together, Peter was angry His face turned red.

"Our little Peter is blushing, has someone told you what's on his mind? God, don't be deceived, maybe one day in the future you will see him on the street—" Before the boy could finish speaking, Peter shook his fist to his face.

"Shut up, Franche!" Peter said angrily, rubbing his fists, "Then apologize to me!"

"Oh..." Ned covered his eyes in pain, and joined the fight.

Why does he have such a stupid friend?

"You have to thank them for breaking up before the dean arrived, otherwise Aunt Mei would be so angry if she knew you were fighting again."

In the corner of the playground, Ned washed the wound on the back of his hand with water—"Aww! It hurts to death!"

The little fat man's whole body was trembling.

Peter looked at his friend, and was suddenly moved. He was still very glad that he had Ned, a loyal friend, by his side.

"If your neighbor is a fat middle-aged uncle, I will never end with you!" Ned said.

Peter felt a little unimpressed.

He wiped his nosebleed, which made his face show an inexplicable sense of heroism, and he said seriously: "Don't worry, he has absolutely no fat, and he is still far away from middle age."

And Mr. "We are still far from middle age" is sitting in the security booth at the main entrance of the concert hall at this time, taking advantage of the fact that there is nothing going on now, and it is not good to collect information under the situation that someone may come in at any time, and is studying by ourselves Information technology, to put it bluntly, is hacking technology.

Because he was the most passable one among the four security guards, Zemo was assigned to the main entrance, which was considered as an appearance.But even the main entrance is actually a bit busy in the evening and afternoon. Except for a few maintenance workers during the day, basically no one enters the concert hall, so Zemo's work is considered very idle.What's more, two people take turns on the evening shift. That is to say, thanks to the rigid policy regulations, Zemo can still get off work on time at six o'clock every other day.

Not so good in Sokovia.Zemo thought.Employers wish every security guard could work 24 hours a day and only get a subsistence salary.However, the situation seems to have improved after the Sokovia War, but Zemo doesn't know what the result is. He hasn't cared about the news of his hometown for a long time.

His cell phone rang at this moment. Zemo took out his cell phone and frowned. Few people called him. If there were any, they were generally news dealers on the black market, but the last time he looked for news dealers was in Mexico. It's impossible that there will be the news he needs now - he pressed the dial and replied vigilantly: "Hello?"

"Hi! Mr. Zemo!" He was relieved by the cheerful voice—Peter Parker, the high school boy next door, who had given Peter his number yesterday.He should buy another card to use with people on the other side, he thought.

"Peter," he said with a smile in his voice, and he was really relaxed, "what's the matter?"

"Uh, maybe that's a weird request — well it's a weird request, but I wanted to ask, um, if Aunt May asks, can you say you went skateboarding with me in the park this afternoon and I fell and then Hurt your face?" The boy's voice sounded a little embarrassed and flustered, as if he had caused trouble.

"Of course there's nothing wrong with that, it's just," Zemor paused, "maybe I shouldn't ask this question, but did you get into fights at school?"

"No!" Peter subconsciously denied, but immediately obediently recruited, "I was talking about a good friend of mine with my friends at school, but a group of people who often troubled me heard it, and they slandered my good friend. I was very angry, so I fought with them... Well, to be precise, they beat me unilaterally... I don't want Aunt May and Uncle Ben to know, I'm afraid of them Worry."

"Didn't your school interfere?" Zemo asked. Peter reminded him of his own youth, just as young and frivolous, and he could jump up and beat people with just a word of teasing.Those days are gone forever.

"It's useless if the school manages it. He will still trouble me next time, and because I act first, I will be considered a provocateur." Peter Parker's tone was filled with frustration.

Zemo knew that students with good grades and poor social skills like Peter Parker were often the disadvantaged party in American high schools, and being bullied was all too common, and he couldn't change the views of those teenagers.

"Okay, I promise you to help you lie—" Zemo changed the subject, "What do you usually do after school? Do you read?"

"Not necessarily. Sometimes I review, preview and write papers, and sometimes I watch TV. What's wrong?" Peter asked, he was unlocking the bicycle in the school parking lot.

"I usually get off work at six, and I still have a few minutes. Do you want to go to the gym with me?" Zemo asked, looking out at the sky from the guard room. "One hour, it won't take long."

"Of course, I can wait for you, but why? I don't think I need to go to the gym." Peter wondered.

"You can try to make your body stronger, at least the next time you hit the guy who bullies you, it will hurt more." Zemo said, the security guard for the shift has arrived, Zemo handed him the key and the rest of the equipment, Go to the garage.Peter Parker's happy voice came from the other side: "This sounds really good!"