[Comprehensive] My little sister in battle clothes

"Auntie! I'm going to school!" Peter picked up a bottle of milk from the table with a piece of bread in his mouth: "Goodbye!"

"Be careful on the road!" Mei was washing dishes in the sink with her back to the door. She suddenly remembered something, ran to the door, grabbed the door frame and shouted: "Remember to buy some lemons when you come back from school!"

A hand was stretched out from the stairwell, making an OK gesture, Mei shook her head with a smile, and closed the door.

Peter was carrying a schoolbag, humming a song, and plugged a Bluetooth headset into his ear. He bent down to unlock the bicycle: "Good morning, Karen~"

"Good morning, Peter." A slightly magnetic and cool voice sounded from the headset: "Today's weather is 78 degrees Fahrenheit, you'd better bring a coat."

"No need!" Peter stepped on his bicycle and rode far away with a swish: "I'm in good health!"

He swished the bike fast, not like an ordinary high school student, but like a cyclist. Many people were left behind by him. Peter was a little proud: "Karen! What is my current speed!"

"23 kilometers per hour." Karen replied, and after a while, as if afraid of Peter's disappointment, she added: "Your bicycle does not have a transmission, and this speed is already very fast."

"I know!" Peter's voice was full of confidence, his hair blown by the wind: "I'm the fastest—oh!"

He held the brakes with both hands and kicked his foot on the ground. Compared with the boy chasing the wind just now, he looked so dazed that he was a different person. Peter squeezed the handlebar of the car, looked at the girl squatting on the ground not far away, and opened his eyes. Several times mouth, still did not speak.

A silver convertible sports car drove past him, and a boy with a combed-back poked his head out: "Hey, Liz, is the car broken?"

The girl raised her head. She was a very beautiful girl with dark brown hair, big and bright eyes, and thick lips, but this made her look more mature and sexy.

The boy with the back of his head moved Liz's bicycle into the trunk, drove her away, and dumped Peter behind the car with a look of exhaust.

Peter wiped his face and stepped on the pedals: "Alright, Karen, let's go on."

He was no longer as excited as he was in the morning, and he was pedaling his bicycle feebly.

Karen couldn't help reminding: "According to your current speed, you can't reach the school before class time."

"Oh." Peter responded, moving his feet a little faster.He said dejectedly, "I should have called Liz first."

After waiting for a while, there was no response, and Peter was still reconciled: "Obviously I discovered her first."

"It's useless for you to stop her." Karen couldn't help it anymore, she analyzed: "You only have one bicycle, there is no way to bring that Miss Liz and her bicycle at the same time."

"Maybe I can let Liz sit in the backseat of mine and let that idiot Thompson drive her car away!" Peter objected.

"..." After a second of silence, Karen still couldn't help but said, "I think the greatest probability is that Miss Liz will go to school in Mr. Thompson's sports car, and then you will drag her bicycle to the repair shop. "

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Not a word of speculation!

Peter rushed to the classroom at the last second when the bell rang, and his good friend Ned secretly waved to him.

Panting, he sat down next to Ned and recuperated on the table.

Ned bent his chubby waist with difficulty, and leaned closer to Peter's ear: "In the morning, Liz came in the car of that guy Thompson, you said, they last night..." He stretched out two index fingers , bumped into each other secretly.

Peter slapped his hand off with a dark face: "Don't talk nonsense!" He took out his textbook: "It was Liz's bicycle that broke down halfway, and it happened to bump into Thompson."

"Liz goes to school by bicycle?" Ned seemed to have heard some joke: "Brother, she lives in a wealthy area, how could she go to school by bicycle like us!"

Peter shook his head: "I don't know." He stopped what he was doing and looked at Ned: "But can I meet her on that street in the last week?"

Ned slapped Peter's arm, and rolled his eyes: "Tell me, could it be because of you that she deliberately waited for you on a bicycle?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Peter blushed suddenly. He turned his head and took a peek at Liz, who was preparing the textbook. She just raised her head and met Peter's eyes.

Peter hurriedly lowered his head and flipped through the textbooks: "How is it possible..."

"The probability is 67.49%." Karen said: "The probability that you meet Miss Liz every day is 87%, and the probability that you spend more than 20 minutes together is 73.52%. Excluding weather, road conditions, etc., Liz Miss should get off at Jacob Street Station every day, and then ride a bicycle to school through Bright Street. Considering the boringness of her behavior, there is a 67.49% possibility that she is waiting for you on purpose."

Peter pulled off the Bluetooth headset and stuffed it into his backpack. There was a little joy in his eyes, and he couldn't help but look back at Liz again.

Liz smiled at him, and he couldn't help laughing too. He took out a small notebook and began to seriously plan the probability of inviting Liz as a dance partner in the school dance.

"Zero!" Ned drew a circle in the air: "Are you dreaming!"

"You said in the morning that Liz might be waiting for me to go to school!" Peter objected, "Hey, are you still a brother!"

"You really believe it!" Ned shook his head, and he raised his chin in Liz's direction: "Look at her, look quickly, don't look so obvious!"

Peter turned his head, and a group of girls were sitting together having lunch. They were the most beautiful girls in the school, wearing fashionable skirts and the latest high-heeled shoes, and they laughed aloud from time to time.

"See?" Ned poked Peter: "Okay, look down at yourself again."

Peter bowed his head, then looked up: "What's wrong with me?"

"Which girl do you think you are worthy of!" Ned exaggerated: "Not to mention that Liz is the prettiest among them!"

Peter bit his lip and asked, "Am I really that bad?"

"As Spider-Man, of course you are the best." Ned gave a thumbs up: "But as Peter Parker, you are really not a very good guy."

After lunch, Peter was so depressed that he couldn't even think about his favorite chemistry class.

With a pen in his hand, he listened absently to the teacher's lecture.Ned is right, Peter Parker, a poor boy, no car, no house, every year to apply for scholarships, stupid, can not make girls happy.He sighed and stared at the blackboard blankly. How could a girl like such a boy!

The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly, and Peter was startled. He glanced at the teacher who was writing on the blackboard. He turned his back to the classroom and couldn't notice himself, so he secretly took out his mobile phone.

A new text message.Peter clicked on it quickly. Could it be that Mr. Stark has a mission for himself?

"You are great." A message from an unknown number, Peter frowned, what is it?New means of advertising?

He put the phone in his pocket, and before he put his hand on the desk, there was another vibration.

What are you doing!Peter impatiently took out his phone and opened the text message.

"Whether it's as Spider-Man, or Peter Parker."

It's still an unknown call, but the message is signed.Peter couldn't stop smiling. He controlled his facial expression as much as possible, put the phone back in his pocket, covered his mouth with his hand, and whispered, "Thank you, suitlady~"