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The next day, Chris got up before seven o'clock for the first time. Before she was fully awake, she rubbed her eyes and tiptoed across the dew-heavy corridor with bare feet, and ran to knock on the door of her bedroom.

But even though she waited for a long time, there was still no answer, so she quietly unscrewed the handle and pulled out a crack to probe in, and found that Peter had left at some point.

She was a little bit lost, and turned back into the bathroom with her head drooping, and after doing a routine for an hour, she left the house glamorously.

She couldn't wait to see Peter at school.

It is undeniable that it was the first time she tried to fall in love with a boy like Peter, and he brought her a sense of freshness far beyond imagination and a rare tension and worry about gain and loss... After all, this should be regarded as It's love, right?

Of course—another voice in her heart answered her firmly—he kissed you, how could it not be regarded as love.

Chris thought she hadn't felt anything like shyness when kissing since she gave her first kiss at the age of 12 - until she met Peter.

There's always something new and exciting about being around him, and it's not just about the "he's actually Spider-Man" thing.

Chrissy had arrived at school early hoping to speak to him before morning class, but she hadn't expected Peter to be late - one of the few times in history.

When the hour hand passed 08:30, he was late.

"Stand over there and reflect on your class, Parker!" The biology professor has always hated being late and leaving early. When he saw Peter who barged in rashly, he raised his hand and pointed at the corner at the back of the classroom without saying a word. .

Chris casually flipped through the textbook, glanced at Peter who was hurriedly passing by with his skateboard in his arms, lowered his head and thought for a while, and took out his mobile phone from his backpack.

Two minutes later, Peter, who was obediently standing in the corner facing the wall, noticed a buzzing in his trouser pocket.

He moved his schoolbag to the left to block his small movements in private, and then flicked on the phone screen.

【You have an unread text message】

[Information - from an unknown number] [How did you sleep last night? ...I guess it must be bad, otherwise you wouldn't be so late today. 】

【Your bed is too soft. Compared with it, mine is like a hard board... I went home in the morning and changed my clothes and slept for a while. I'm sorry I didn't have time to tell you】——He He stared intently at the professor pacing back and forth on the podium, secretly tapped his fingers quickly and pressed the send button, and saved her number.

Just as he was about to put his phone back into his pocket, he thought for a while and took it out and added one: [How do you have my phone number? 】

It didn't take long for him to receive a reply.

[Information - via *Chriss*][Taken from Fleisher Thompson, the guy who knows exactly what your pants size is. 】

At the same time, he saw Chris, who was sitting upright with her back straight, turn her head and wink at him while the professor turned her back.

As if an invisible flame was burning along the line of perspective and piercing the heart, Peter thought of the kiss without warning last night for no reason. At that time, he also had the feeling that his heart was being grabbed by a giant hand from nowhere. .

Last night, the smell of clean shampoo in her hair wafted into her nose, and her body, which was afraid of the cold, almost retracted into his arms. The arm that was clinging to the nape of her neck was smooth and slender, and she could vaguely feel the delicate and ridged wrist joints on her lips. There was a violent tremor at the moment of contact.

It was the first time for him to act so intimately with a girl, and she was a beautiful girl who had just gotten to know him for a few days.

Even so, Peter is still a little puzzled to understand how far their relationship has come.But he didn't hate her in the first place, and after the series of ups and downs last night, there seemed to be no reason not to like her.

He was inexperienced, but in the soap operas that Aunt May loved to watch, the boys always had to make that step.

He considered his wording for half a minute, and finally asked in the simplest but straightforward way:

【free tonight? 】

The reply arrived five seconds later, and the speed was beyond his imagination——

[I still have cheerleading activities after school, can I be later? 】

[Then come to my house at 08:30? 】

Thumb hovering over the send button for a moment, he added another sentence to make the date look more promising:

[My aunt just happened to go skiing in Switzerland... I'd love to make you a hot dog*, if you want. 】

Hot dogs - he shuts his phone off in frustration and frustration - why is the only thing he can get his hands on, who likes hot dogs but himself?

Chris, who received the invitation, seemed to be worried about the same problem.

What should she wear to interest him?The cheerleading uniform is hot enough for three points, and it does satisfy almost all her ex-boyfriends, but it's too bad she doesn't know Peter's hobbies, in case he prefers abstinence in a turtleneck fleece Sister, wouldn't that be self-defeating...

Wait, why did he specifically mention that his aunt was away from home just now? Could it be that he was implying to her that he was the only one at home?

Did he want to have... something happen to her?

Chris propped her chin with one hand, her thoughts diverged involuntarily and she began to think wildly.

The hot dog he emphasized—is this some new dirty word?He wants to make hot dogs for her... umm...

Her cheeks burned instantly, she held her face in her hands and buried her head in the crook of her elbows, breathing half a beat faster.

What would she say if he asked her if she wanted a hot dog?

Uneasy and worried until the cheerleading training time after school, Chris stood in front of the locker with her name tag in the gymnasium until her legs were numb, but she couldn't open the brand new lock no matter what. .

"Annie, what's wrong with my locker?"

Reluctantly, she tried a few more times and finally gave up. She carried her backpack and pushed the door into the dance studio, asking while changing her high heels.

Her former good friend Anne was busy putting makeup on that finely crafted face, and after hearing her question, she glanced at her lightly in the mirror without looking back, "Oh Chris, I forgot to inform you, You are no longer the cheerleader at school."

Chrissy lowered her head to untie the heel strap and suddenly froze in the air. She paused for half a second and straightened her back without any trace. She opened her mouth to say something——

"You're not in the fraternity anymore, understand?"

Without giving her a chance to speak, Clara, who was doing stretching exercises next to her, did not forget to preemptively add details, "Andrew told us about your recent love life, listen to Chrissy, we don't look down on being with a nerd like Parker guy."

The author has something to say:

*Hot dog: The little spider loves to eat hot dogs. The episode w is derived from the animation of the Avengers assembly. It seems that the Hulk has lost his memory... Meng Meng!Recommended to see!

Yes, I said I would skip the daily update...Happy new year belated, I wish you all the best and all wishes come true =3=[Don't dislike me for being old-fashioned and cover your face

In addition, I found that JJ has a function of sending red envelopes _(:з)∠)_ By the seventh day of the first month, I will take half of the girls who leave messages in each chapter to give away, a little expression of my heart~

Ps This article seems to have a few more chapters to write, are you willing to accompany me?

Thanks to [Blue Eyes and White Eagle] for the two fire and rocket launchers!Wow, it's too thick, lick, lick, lick!It must not be slippery, but your deep love for me, right! _(:з)∠)_