23:59

Yawning, Peter Parker took out a carton of frozen milk from the refrigerator, and saw Aunt May looking tired after returning from skiing.The other party was standing at the door with the snow gear on his shoulders, one hand on his waist, and he was still breathing heavily. He was obviously exhausted, so he simply said good night to him and turned to the stairs, not even as usual. Come over and kiss his forehead.

Not long after, there was a loud bang similar to a door being slammed shut upstairs.

Oh...his spunky, energetic aunt went to bed early today.

Looking up at the wall clock glued to the wall, the hour hand was slowly moving towards the Roman numeral ten.Peter Parker took two steps back and came back to the kitchen, put the unheated milk carton back into the refrigerator, then dragged his slippers and went upstairs quickly.

He got into the bedroom, locked the door neatly, and pulled off his shirt with his thumb hooked on the back collar, revealing the tight spider suit he wore all year round. The red and blue color scheme produced a sharp visual impact in the dim light.

He looked around in satisfaction in the full-length mirror, then stretched out his hand and quietly opened the glass window, and with a short body, nimbly and nimbly slipped out of the window to obliterate the night.The whole set of movements is crisp and neat, done in one go.

As the friendly and good neighbor Spider-Man of the citizens, he will always take advantage of the cover of night to shuttle quietly among the city's jagged skeletons, maintaining law and order and doing righteous deeds.No one paid him anything, not even a thank you, but he always regarded this "part-time job" as his own responsibility, and he never tired of it.

...Of course, he has another identity: a third-year student at Chengzhong District High School.

In fact, generally speaking, Peter usually doesn't think about anything about his alternate identity when he is focused on catching fleeing car thieves at night.But tonight was unusual—he had just ejected the spider silk from the injector on his wrist, wrapped the car thief who was out of breath and could no longer run, and hung him upside down at the gate of the police station not far away. Before he had time to take a breath, he saw a familiar figure in front of the bustling bar across the road.

—Chris Kent, his blond, blue-eyed, pretty-looking classmate, one of the most beautiful girls in the school.

At this time, the girl who was only wearing a thin blouse, with delicate curly hair messily covering her shoulders, was squatting on the cold concrete steps with her knees hugged, her whole face buried in the arms wrapped around her knees, The bare, pale shoulder sockets kept shaking with the faint sobs.At first, it was just suppressed sobbing, but later it gradually evolved into undisguised crying.

Even though she was crying with all her strength, her voice was still swallowed by the faintly loud electronic sounds from the bar.

...too bad he can't seem to just walk away?

Peter Parker stopped at the corner ten meters away, carefully poked out half of his face to watch for a few minutes, hesitated for two seconds, and then swung across the street with the flexible spider silk, and took the still struggling stolen car away. The thief took off the long windbreaker, and took off the peaked cap that was enough to cover most of his face, and put it on his head with his backhand.

Hiding in the dark, he tore off the spider mask and stuffed it into his pocket. Peter wrapped up his ankle-length windbreaker, which was too large in size, and pressed down the brim of his hat. He still confirmed his image in front of the bright and clean window of the retail store on the street. , finally approached the blond girl whose cries were fading and seemed to have no strength.

Chrissy whimpered sadly, out of breath, dry and hot in her throat.She never expected that half an hour ago, when she dressed up and went to the bar for an appointment with full of expectations, she was surprised to see her new boyfriend who had only dated for a week—the main force of the baseball team and almost the dream of all the girls in the school. The middle lover, Andrew, was hugging another girl and kissing passionately. After discovering her existence, he didn't show the slightest intention to make excuses. He said goodbye lightly and walked into the dance floor with his arms around the girl's waist.

She stood there for a while, as if she couldn't believe her eyes, and immediately ran out of the bar in embarrassment when she came back to her senses, tears streaming down her jaw and neck. Wet and cold and sticky.She didn't even notice that she lost her high-heeled shoes. She didn't feel the tingling pain on the soles of her feet until she emerged from the crowded and muddy space of the bar. This made her even more sad, so she simply threw her handbag and sat down , burying his head in his arms and crying unpreparedly, venting his ups and downs of negative emotions with tears.

Crying until she had no strength left, Chris raised her face and wiped the corners of her eyes with her fingers, taking a big breath of the cool midnight air, and finally regained her sanity.

At this time, a concerned greeting suddenly came from my ear.

"Hi, you... are you okay?"

Standing in front of her was a boy with delicate features and a gentle face. His slightly disheveled short brown hair was particularly eye-catching. He was stepping on two steps at this moment, half-bent down and thoughtfully lowered himself to her height, with a pair of Warm brown moist eyes looked at her without blinking.

... Normally she wouldn't even take a look at the type, but in the current situation, she seemed particularly pleasing to the eye.

The mascara and eyeliner had long been washed away by tears and turned into a black ball, the faded lipstick could no longer cover the soft lips that had lost all blood, and the golden curly hair that was usually smooth and ironed was also messed up. There is also a strand of sticking stubbornly on the cheek.Not to mention that she was still bowed with bare feet, and the odds and ends in her handbag were scattered on the ground half a step away—she thought her appearance must be extremely ridiculous.

But what surprised her was that she couldn't see the slightest hint of ridicule or irony from the eyes of the boy opposite.

Even so, she still felt embarrassed and embarrassed for a moment, Chris rubbed her red nose from the cold in a hurry, took the tissue from him obediently, wiped her dirty face indiscriminately, and then suddenly Aware of a problem.

"...Who are you?" She asked softly, sobbing.

Peter: "..."

He knew that as a cheerleader and a man of the school, Chrissy Kent had always displayed a domineering appearance, never letting her eyes linger for a second on those inconspicuous ordinary students—not to mention her hidden secrets. The image of a nerd—but he never thought that she couldn't even remember the names of the classmates he had been with for two years.

"My name is Parker, and I'm sitting in the second-to-last row by the window... You know, you can see Iron Man flying around outside every day." He explained helplessly.

Chris was stunned for a moment—she had never paid attention to that corner of the classroom—but the other party’s expression was serious and sincere, so she had no choice but to politely try to remember...but in the end it failed as expected .

"Anyway..." She sniffed and looked him in the face. "Thank you, Parker."

The author has something to say:

Campus pure love light comedy, 1V1, HE.

Both the BGM and the corresponding lyrics are on the copy~

Short story, only about ten chapters, if someone reads me, I will give more, if no one reads me, I will give less=3=