23:59

May Parker went downstairs with her suede booties, passing her nephew's bedroom on the way, peeping in through the half-open door, and saw a blond girl fast asleep on the bed.There was a knowing smile on the corner of her mouth, she shrugged and turned her head and walked a few steps, bumping into Peter who came out of the bathroom rubbing his hair with a towel.

The boy's brown hair was still dripping wet, and it fell onto the pile of the towel and was quickly sucked dry.

"Good morning, Aunt May."

The other party was unaware of the small calculations in her heart, and kissed her cheek with his head as he had done countless times in the past, bringing a fruity and moist breath.

Mei waved her hand, pointed to the bedroom, and complained slightly, "Why didn't you wake her up? You're going to be late soon."

"Uh...she was overtired last night, I want to wait..."

Surprised to find that Aunt May's gaze became a little strange following his words, Peter blushed immediately after thinking about it for a while, "It wasn't last night...I mean, last night..."

She laughed dumbfounded at his wanting to hide, Mei put aside her joking thoughts, cleared her throat and said cheerfully, "I can only say, Peter, you have finally grown into a big boy, and I am very happy about it."

After finishing her speech, she went to the kitchen quickly and got herself a hot dog that Peter had frozen before, stepped on her short boots and went out.

Peter stood still for a long time without recovering.With a creak, the door that had just been closed was reopened from the outside, and Mei stuck her head in from the outside, "Don't be late, little guy."

"..."

After Peter waited for her to leave, he dragged his slippers into the house. The girl was hugging a pillow like he had wrapped his arms the night before. The quilt was rolled up and wrapped around her body. Her pale blond hair was messy and loose, covering most of her face, and she was sleeping soundly. No image.

This is much cuter than her usual aggressive look at school.

Peter tried to speak, "...Chris? Wake up, we should go."

The thick quilt squirmed twice, and Chris buried her head deep in the quilt in a dazed state, making an indistinct whimper that resembled resistance.

Peter took a step forward, reaching out his hand to lift the quilt of her small house, but the other party dexterously moved to the side twice, avoiding his hand just in time.

"Honestly, Chris..." He didn't expect the girl to be bedridden at all, and Peter felt a bit of a headache. He had to use some spider strength to hold her rolling around, and it took a while. Taking the quilt away from her stubborn resistance, revealing her half-dream and half-awake face, she patiently said in a persuasive tone, "Obviously you don't want to get up, and I—to be honest—I don't want to get up either." , but don’t forget that you were late a few days ago, if you come here again, the professor will definitely lose your nose..."

A series of ramblings finally brought Chrissy's scattered consciousness back to her mind.She blinked and snatched the quilt back from his hand, hid behind the pillow and smiled at him, and asked confidently, "I will get up, but you have to give me a kiss first."

"..."

He was helpless, and after a while, he bent down shyly, and a few seconds later, a gentle kiss fell on her forehead.

A quarter of an hour passed, and the small alarm clock next to the bed reminded them that it was 07:30.

Chrissy was still hiding in the bathroom tinkering with Aunt May's cosmetics. Peter leaned on the wooden railing and planned to go downstairs to the kitchen to find something to eat. He suddenly remembered that she had just kissed him on the cheek in return and found out. He hadn't put on makeup yet, and immediately covered his face and ran out the door shyly, and couldn't help pursing the corners of his mouth and laughing softly.

There was a sound of splashing water coming from the tightly closed door of the bathroom. He glanced noncommittally, thinking that he couldn't understand Aunt May before, and couldn't understand Chris's behavior of spending a lot of time on makeup every day. So I went down the stairs and into the kitchen.

When he came out of the kitchen holding two hot dogs that had been heated in the microwave oven, Chris was already dressed and standing at the door waiting for him.Her blond hair was tied behind her head in a unique style, her eyelashes were brushed thickly, her eye shadow and lip color matched each other, and her whole person was shining and eye-catching.

Peter felt a pressure for no reason.The pressure he would experience most of the time around her.

To be honest, he has long been used to staying alone in the corner and playing with those gadgets that only he is passionate about, but she is like a real moving light, and she can't help but pull him out and stand in full view .

Many times—such as last night and the day he was injured—she would make him forget about the pressure for a while.But in fact, it's everywhere.

It was a joy to be with her, he had to admit, but there was an eerie incongruity that lingered.

He silently stuffed the hot dog into the satchel, let out a long breath, and then raised his face to give her a smile.

"You look beautiful today, Chrissy."

The other party was completely unaware of his thoughts, and when he heard it, he raised his hand happily and touched the crystal-clear diamond hair ornament on the top of his head with his fingertips, and the refracted cold light was dazzling and vivid.

"Is it only today that is beautiful, or today is more beautiful than usual?" She teased half-jokingly.

Peter was at a loss for words.He felt that this question was a bit difficult to handle, but fortunately the other party did not seriously pursue it.

"We're running late, and... well, 15 minutes."

He slung the satchel over his shoulder, took a few steps forward and stopped to think for a while, then raised his hand and took it off and handed it to Chris.

He raised his eyebrows, stepped on his sneakers, took her hand and walked to his room.

"How about I take you 'whoosh' to school? There should be time for that."

"Huh...?" Chrissy repeated the onomatopoeia with a smattering of understanding, and followed him all the way to the bedroom, watching him pull off the spider mask to cover his face, and the next second he suddenly grabbed her by the waist He hugged him and jumped out of the window.

New York in the early morning is soaked in clean and fresh air. The morning glow has faded away as early as six or seven o'clock, and the sun has climbed high into the sky above the roofs of low residential buildings.The Queens area where Peter lives is generally small buildings with two to three floors. In order not to attract people's attention, they specially chose a remote route on the edge to detour.

In the past few times, I have become accustomed to swinging in the air, and perhaps because the houses here are far less towering than the office buildings in Manhattan, Chris did not have any adverse reactions this time, and she walked comfortably all the way. Huddled in Peter's arms, looking at the rapidly retreating street scenes on both sides, and finally arrived at the roof of the school before 08:30.

She thought that this kind of "vehicle" was much more exciting and interesting than cars.

Peter sent her to the third floor, but he hesitated and backed away a moment before approaching the door, "I have to go to the cabinet to get my biology book...or you go in first?"

As an excellent student, he certainly will not forget to bring books.He just didn't want to bite the bullet and walk in with her, and then endure those speculative gazes from all directions.

Chrissy seemed to see the real purpose hidden in Peter's incoherent explanation, with a somewhat embarrassing expression on her face, she turned around after a long silence, and entered the classroom first according to his words.

Not long after she sat upright in the chair, the class bell jingled.

Five or six minutes later, Peter bowed his head and hurried through the front door.

The biology lecturer took a closer look and recognized him as the student who was late last time*, and his face darkened instantly.

"Stand over there for me, Parker!" He raised his hand angrily and pointed to the back of the room.

Peter drooped his head, switched the satchel to the other shoulder, and obediently walked to the position shown by the other party, obediently facing the wall and standing at attention.

Boring through a class, Peter's empty stomach started growling, and he remembered that he hadn't had time to eat the two hot dogs he brought.He put the satchel on the seat, walked around the classroom but couldn't find her shadow, so he walked out the door with the hot dog.

In the hallway, Chris was distracted by ex-boyfriend Andrew's constant pestering.

On the one hand, she really hated his despicable behaviors, but on the other hand, she had to agree with some of what he said——

"Admit it Chrissy, you want to go back to the cheerleading squad, back to the dance, back to us, don't you?"

She couldn't deny that what he said was indeed very attractive to her.Even if she wants to be a friendly and enthusiastic girl again, but she is used to being superior to others, and she can't get rid of the bad influence of her previous social life, like those indispensable cheerleading activities, dance parties and all kinds of things. A class party of sensuality...and she seems to be running out of steam from the cynicism of her former close friend.

But for now—at least for now—the joy of trying to change outweighs those nagging shadows.

"I won't get back together with you, I already have a new boyfriend."

She folded her arms, leaned her back against the cabinet, and licked the corners of her mouth.

Andrew's eyes widened. Gradually, an intriguing smile melted on his face, and he asked incredulously, "Who? That Peter Parker?...Do you like that kind of useless softie and nerd?"

For a moment, Chrissy even wanted to tell him loudly that the "soft guy" and "nerd" in his mouth was the respected masked hero Spider-Man...but her only reason stopped her at the nick of time She, told her not to do it, or it would ruin Peter's life.

She finally chose not to say a word.

Andrew thought his words had shaken her, so he couldn't help but strike while the iron was hot, "Come on, what can you get from being with that kind of guy?"

Chris sneered, and retorted without hesitation, "I don't know, maybe it's honesty and happiness."

What he was going to say next was stuck in his throat for a long time, and Andrew murmured for a moment, then changed the subject abruptly and awkwardly, "You will come to the New York High School Baseball League this weekend, right?"

"I might go with Peter." Chris lowered her head indifferently, crossing her hands and stroking her finger bones.

"I'm going back to class...but I haven't hugged you in a long time, Chrissy, do you mind?" He opened his arms to her confidently.

"mind……"

Before she finished speaking, the other party's generous arms couldn't wait to wrap their arms around her.

She struggled desperately with all her strength, but the other party was too tall, no matter how hard Chris tried, he would tightly surround her, and he couldn't shake her at all without moving.

"Hey, let her go—"

The familiar voice sounded solid and reliable. Andrew's oppressive shadow over her head suddenly disappeared, and Kong Wu's powerful body was knocked several meters away. Chris breathed a sigh of relief. Limp on the wall, in a blink of an eye, he saw Peter who was panting with a hot dog in each hand.

She laughed and walked quickly towards him.

In the end, before she came to Peter, Andrew, who was completely irritated and extremely annoyed, let out a low growl, got up from the ground and rushed forward, grabbed Peter by the collar viciously and lifted him up, who was half shorter than himself. He raised a punch and smashed it impartially.

Then came the second punch.

The third punch.

The hot dog fell out of his hand uncontrollably.The sausage rolled into an unknown corner, and the butter and yellow mustard spread out on the ground, making a sticky mess.

Peter had already been punched three times by the time Chris stopped Andrew and told him to fuck off by pointing to his nose.It took him a while to put together his mind that had been shattered to the horizon, and the milky white fog in front of him separated everything.

"Are you okay?" He actually asked this sentence before Chris.

"...Of course. And you, how are you?"

Chris helped him stumble towards the resident doctor's office, and tears fell down his face when he heard this sentence, staining the mascara around his eye sockets into a dirty black circle.

"Why don't you resist, Peter?" she asked, sobbing.

"You know I can't." He twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly, without giving another reason.

The office was silent and empty.Chris placed him on the wooden stool, rummaging through boxes and boxes to find medicines to treat his wounds.

"I've almost recovered." Peter rubbed his nose, grinning and said, "Andrew's small fists are incomparable to Dr. Lizard's claws."

"...I just hope you don't do this again next time." Chris stopped rummaging, turned around and came to him again, looking straight into his red, swollen and bruised eyes, "You should hit Andrew back. —Even if you don’t need your spider strength, you must do it.”

"No, Chris... no."

Peter shook his head slowly but firmly, "If I really do what you said, everyone around me will be in trouble... Think about it, Parker, who is usually bullied and never fights back, suddenly changed completely. Who wouldn't be suspicious?"

"My God, can you think for yourself a little more, just once?!"

Unexpectedly, she would get such a reply, Chris pressed her hands to her face in a breakdown, "I'm so fed up, do you know what they call you? Nerdy, coward, softie! But I..."

"...you are unreasonable."

With this sentence as the end of the quarrel, Peter sighed, got up and opened the door, and walked out without looking back.

The author has something to say:

Completed, the number of words in this chapter is so fat, are you satisfied as a Valentine's Day gift?

*This scene of being punished for standing appeared in Chapter 8. At that time, the little spider was accidentally late for the biology teacher's class after being injured.

By the way, the direction of this chapter includes some small details before, and it can be seen that these two are not likely to be HE at this stage?Wait until the future has its own independent personality to have a happy ending ← I can’t help but spoiler ry