Everyday life at Midtown High School

Norman Osborn = Green Goblin.

When this equation appeared in Pooh's mind, he was completely stunned.

Then, all the doubts that had arisen before were all resolved at this moment.

Why was Norman Osborn's funeral held in such a hurry; why Norman made a will as if he had anticipated his death; why Harry didn't feel any sadness or hatred at all not long after his father died...

"Why would he do that?" Pooh couldn't help blurting out.

"I wanted to ask that question too, but he never said anything to me." Harry smiled bitterly.

His voice was hoarse and he said in a terrible tone: "You know, Pooh, he never liked me, never liked me! Now, he finally got rid of me completely."

"Harry, that's not the case." Pooh subconsciously took a step forward and took his hands.

There was a kind of tenderness in his big brown eyes, and then, he put his forehead against Harry's forehead, in an extremely intimate gesture, and said seriously: "You are so good, no one is willing to leave you. He just... ..."

Because, not sure what words to use to describe the matter, he paused, and finally decided to say softly: "It's just that there may be other things to do... You see, he left Osborne Enterprises to about you."

"Yes, because, besides me, he has no other choice." Harry retorted with a sneer.

Then he stated dryly: "Don't say anything for him, Pooh. I know him, and he hates me because I didn't inherit his talent. He's always telling me 'You can't, Harry' I begged him countless times, for my birthday, my PTA conference, a party with my friends, but every time, he would say 'I'm not your babysitter, Harry', or 'Go get my secretary appointment', can you imagine? I'm his son, but when I want to find him, I have to make an appointment first?"

"It's not your fault, Harry."

Pooh put his arms around him, trying to comfort him by repeating, "It's not your fault, Harry."

"I tried to do everything he wanted, to follow the steps, to be the kind of person he wanted to be."

Harry looked up and stared at him: "But it turns out, no. Yes, he never hit me, he just ignored me! Then he left me alone."

Pooh looked at him in astonishment, which really didn't seem like something Harry would say.

Because, everyone who knew him knew how much he respected and admired his father, Norman Osborn. Just like before, a word from Norman was enough for him to break up with his lover.

"What are you trying to say, Harry?"

"Pooh, he left me, my father left, I just think he's dead."

Harry stood up, his face pale, but with a hint of resentment: "I don't owe him anything. Now that he's gone, never come back! Now, I'm free..."

Pooh frowned helplessly and said, "Don't say something childish, Harry."

"This is not an angry word! I want to be with you again..."

"Please, Harry, this is not a game! You can start again when you say that you can start again. Many things are not just what you want..."

"Yeah, it's not a game, Pooh."

Harry grabbed him suddenly and said, "I've never been more serious, this time, I swear."

Pooh closed his eyes and didn't speak for a long time.

This made Harry bit his lower lip involuntarily, and even a strong look of anxiety and uneasiness flashed across his face.

"Don't you ever ask me for anything more, Harry."

After a while, Pooh spoke again.

"I won't be fooled by you every time. If you really want to be with me again, then this time..."

He slowly raised his eyes, slightly tilted his head and pursed his lips, and said, "Prove it to me."

Did not directly refuse...

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

He just felt that the heart that had been raised high and fluttered in mid-air finally landed safely on the ground.

So, he showed an almost bright smile towards Pooh, and regained a little bit of his previous freedom.

Pooh shrugged and sighed: "Okay, stop making trouble, there is class tomorrow."

But Harry grabbed his wrist.

Under Pooh's suspicious gaze, he lowered his head and kissed the forehead, the tip of his nose and his lips, and stared with almost admiring eyes...

This made Pooh a little embarrassed: "Harry?"

Then, he slightly bent his knees and directly half-kneeled down.

Under Pooh's astonished gaze, he lowered his head again, biting his teeth on the zipper of his jeans, tilting his head up slightly, with a smirk in his eyes, as if asking if he should continue...

Meanwhile, the Avengers are pretty much done talking to the mutants.

In other words, the mutants headed by Qin and Scott didn't have any big moves worth talking about.

First, they are to find out if 'Spider-Man is a new mutant';

Secondly, it is also to take the students out of the fully enclosed school to relax.

Of course, they knew the reason for the latter, so they didn't need to put it on the surface.

However, in one respect, the conversation between the two sides was not very friendly.

The words of the Avengers all conveyed the meaning of 'you go back to your own territory quickly, don't run around outside, it is easy to cause harm to ordinary people and cause panic'.

Even though the mutants knew this truth, they had always followed Professor X's instructions and acted as low-key as possible.

But the same words, uttered by different people, often bring different feelings to people.When Professor Charles said something similar, everyone would only feel that the professor cared about everyone and was worried about everyone's problems; but when these words were spoken by the Avengers, all the mutants only felt as if they were 'expelled', 'Discriminated against' and 'disgusted'.

This caused Scott to look very bad all the time.

Qin has been gently pressing his hand on his arm to prevent him from causing trouble on impulse.

Fortunately, the atmosphere of this dialogue is not very good, and it can barely be regarded as a peaceful solution.

But on the other side, the conversations with older people are more worrying...

Spider-Man made friends with Iceman Bobby and the others quite smoothly.

"Sorry, I'm not a mutant."

It was Peter's first contact with mutants, so he was still not very clear about the environment and status of mutants in society. He just said with pure envy from the bottom of his heart: "How wonderful, there are so many companions. I have always I work alone, and sometimes when I am too busy, I have to work overtime until twelve o'clock in the evening. God knows that superheroes are voluntary labor, and there is no overtime pay. If there is a companion to help, we may have a shift and exchange ..."

After fighting off the Green Goblin together, a group of mutant students watched Spider-Man chattering curiously.

Among them, Nightcrawler couldn't help asking: "Is what he said true? What about shifts and shifts? What do you think, I will ask the principal later, if I can come here and recommend myself as a part-time job?"

"You can try it."

Iceman said casually that he really didn't want to directly hit the little blue devil's enthusiasm.

Phantom Cat, Little Rascal and Li Qianhuan are very interested in Spider-Man.

They curiously asked all kinds of questions: "Are you sure you got superpowers after being bitten by a spider?"; "How does it feel to be a superhero?"; "Why did you decide to wear tights?"

Peter thought about it carefully, and answered one by one: "I'm sure I was mutated by being bitten by a spider. You can call me a mutated Spider-Man; being a superhero feels like eating Bravo, once you start, Can't stop at all; As for the tights... I don't know why I decided to wear them that way, one of my followers on Twitter once commented that if all superheroes wear tights, the cartoonists who draw us can be lazy, because drawing clothes It would be much simpler...but I don't think this answer is cool enough. Answering according to the complex version of the answer should be easy to move, agile and light, moisture-wicking, dry and tidy..."

"It's quite complicated." The three girls were stunned when they heard this.

"Indeed." Spider-Man nodded solemnly.

"Okay, the fight is over, it's nice to meet you, come, come, let's be friends on Twitter."

Peter took out his mobile phone and greeted them. Just as he was about to open Twitter, he suddenly saw dozens of missed calls on the screen, and instantly remembered an important thing that had been forgotten in the corner: "Fuck! I still I'm going to meet my girlfriend!"