The big orange is the most important [comprehensive British and American]

Fiona still doesn't know that her path to study in the direction of wizardry has been cut in half intentionally or unintentionally by the United States Ministry of Magic.After having to ask for leave from her part-time job, Mary came to see her the next day with condolences from the store manager and the rest of her colleagues.Fiona's good popularity was quite obvious during this hospitalization. When Mary came to see her with hand-baked biscuits, bouquets and fruits, she had to remove some of the things on the bedside table Only then can I put down these newly brought things, and the voice of speaking is quite a bit lighter than usual:

"I heard you were hospitalized in connection with the terrorist attack, oh my poor Fiona, are you feeling better now?"

It's not to blame for her overreacting, because Fiona's current image is a weak little girl in the eyes of outsiders, because she was frightened too hard before, and she hasn't recovered yet. The color of blood has also faded to the point where there is nothing there, which makes people worry when they look at it.In addition, she is good-looking, not the kind of very feminine beauty, but another kind of soft, youthful and pure beauty, especially those gray eyes that look more gentle against the pale skin In this case, it is particularly advantageous, and it can inspire maternal love in all women older than her.

The more Mary watched, the more distressed she became. She quietly moved a chair beside her bed and sat down. She dragged a plastic bag and began to search for the fruit inside: "Do you want an apple? Shall I peel one for you?"

Fiona felt that there was no major problem, it was just a sequelae of a slight headache. After being taken care of so meticulously, she suddenly felt a little inexplicably guilty, blushing almost every minute, and nodded slightly.Mary didn't notice Fiona's blushing at first, she looked around while peeling the apples, and thoughtfully cut the apples into bite-sized sizes for Fiona to put on a plate, and then she spoke:

"This ward is well arranged."

Fiona was still blaming herself for "having to occupy part of the medical resources to conceal her true identity", but when Mary said this, her face turned even redder.Her skin was originally fair, but when she blushed, the bright red and porcelain-like skin formed a sharp contrast almost every minute. It was quite beautiful, and the natural visual effect was also quite scary. At the beginning Mary was taken aback:

"Fiona, do you have a fever?!"

Fiona tried to explain: "...no I didn't..."

"Don't be brave!" Mary sternly stopped her powerless argument, and pressed the call bell next to the bed: "I know you too well, you are thinking about 'don't bother others' every day, and you are a bit brave Is it overdone?"

Fiona was stunned, and realized that she was really like this. She couldn't think of any strong words to refute Mary's point of view for a while. When she was hesitating, the nurse on duty opened the door and walked in. Mary Immediately reported to her: "Doctor, my friend seems to have a fever, can you take her temperature?"

After a period of turmoil, the nurse on duty breathed a sigh of relief and explained to the worried Mary: "It's nothing serious, the body temperature is normal, not a fever, it should be the sequelae of fright, if you are worried, you can take her for a further examination. Now what she needs is not only to rest in bed more, but also to maintain a happy mood, communicate more, and avoid post-traumatic stress disorder. Are you her friend? Then you can spend more time with her to prevent her mental state from getting worse. Stablize."

Fiona: ...Actually, I feel very stable mentally.Besides a headache.

"Have you seen Iron Man?" Mary immediately took over the burden of "keeping Fiona in a happy mood" with a sense of responsibility, and communicated with Fiona. I belatedly realized that I seemed to have chosen the wrong topic, so I hurriedly closed it:

"Hey, although you were unlucky to meet a terrorist, but think about it from another angle, at least you have had close contact with Iron Man—no, sorry, I forgot that you are not from New York..."

If the person who communicates with her on this topic is a native New Yorker, then except for those who are born to be tough and have always taken the pleasure of criticizing others, they can basically start a relaxed conversation on this topic, And the scope that can be involved is really not small, from finance to gossip, from social and political current affairs to high-tech knowledge, Anthony Edward Stark, AKA Tony Stark, Iron Man, this person has endless Any topic that can be discussed is as dazzling and controversial as he himself.

But now the person in front of Mary is not only a Batman fan, but also a native of New York, which is a little embarrassing.

"It's nothing." Fiona was keenly aware of her uneasy emotions, raised her eyes and smiled at Mary comfortingly, and patted her hand lightly:

"At least I can feel that he is a good person. Since they are all good people, how can there be any reason not to like them?"

Mary is a passionate girl, and in terms of thinking, the thoughts of passionate people seem to be so broad and free forever, and the topic of "being a good person" spreads thousands of miles away in minutes:

"The superheroes are all good people, that is to say, you like them all? What a coincidence, I am also a philanthropic party. To be honest, when the forum held a vote before, I voted for Iron Man. Several trumpets are voting one person, one vote, but it's even!"

After careful consideration, Fiona chose a more euphemistic wording. Firstly, Mary's excitement of "finding a friend of the Fraternity Party" would not be directly poured cold water, and secondly, so that the The new uninvited guest who keeps triggering her "spider-sensing" alarm and is still hanging out of the window will not be hit too much: "I can't say that in one word... For example, Spider-Man, I am not I really like it, but definitely not hate it.”

Mary asked curiously, "Why?"

Fiona told the truth: "Because I'm afraid of spiders, I hate houses and birds, and I'm even a little scared of Spider-Man."

——Just now he used the spider silk to fly all the way across the building and swung over. Peter, who came to visit Fiona secretly, only heard the second half of the sentence, and almost staggered and fell down in shock.

He introspected himself inexplicably, he probably didn't do anything to make people angry, why was he suddenly named and hated by Fiona? !And didn't they go to the haunted house together in a friendly way before—oh no, wait a minute.

Peter suddenly became depressed, because the person who experienced supernatural events in the haunted house with Fiona, sat on the bench with her to eat bread, and went to the amusement park to find a part-time job was not the now popular New York Neighbor Spider-Man, It was Peter Parker.

In other words, Fiona had no idea that it was herself she hated? !

Thinking of this, he was so depressed that even the curly hair hidden under his battle clothes shrank and drooped listlessly. However, he was optimistic by nature, and soon thought of another optimistic explanation to comfort himself:

In other words, if you think about it the other way around, only Fiona can get along with the real Peter Parker without any extra points. Does this mean that she can see some sparks in herself? what point?

Mary was completely ignorant of the thoughts of the young man who was only separated by a wall. She asked with some puzzlement: "But I heard that many tarot masters carry some lucky objects with them in order to enhance their sensitivity, and spiders are among them. One, if you're afraid of spiders, what do you do? Why don't you bring anything?"

Fiona's eyes shifted subtly: "...I'm not an orthodox Tarot master."

Moreover, compared with Spider-Man and Spider, the latter is obviously more scary, and the former is a good person no matter what. This alone is enough to dispel some of Fiona's sense of fear.

However, although the explanation in her heart was very touching, it failed to reach the ears of Peter who was separated by a wall.Peter was a little frustrated at the beginning, but later he thought about it. Since Fiona has a certain fondness for "Peter Parker", he can naturally appear by her side in this capacity. In this way, he can not only secretly complete the tasks assigned to him by Mr. Stark, but also make new friends, perfect!

——He never thought of the possibility that his vest would be stripped clean the second time he met Fiona.

"Hospitalization is a huge expense..." Fiona slowly ate half an apple, and she became sluggish. She flipped through the bills and calculated the next expenses with the calculator, and soon she was horrified. She found that if she continues to follow the current input and expenditure situation, she will soon enter the stage of making ends meet, unless she uses the bank's plan for the second half of the year now, but if there is no emergency in the matter of "breaking the plan", she will Will not take the initiative to do:

"I have to pay back the money, and there are lost wages. This expenditure can't be saved. In addition, there are property losses... It's really unfortunate. The terrorist attack directly broke through the luggage storage. I’m afraid that everything there is useless.”

Mary has been watching her press the calculator desperately, thinking that Fiona looks so cute, she looks like some kind of rodent digging hard, and she just remembered after hearing the word "delayed wages" One of my reasons for coming, I quickly added: "The store manager asked me to tell you that you don't have to pay any lost wages. And if you are good enough, you can try it in the divination room."

Fiona, who grew up in the League of Assassins, had no idea that such a thing could exist in an amusement park:? ? ?

Looking at her expression, Mary knew that Fiona didn't know anything about these things, and she patiently explained: "The divination house has always been very popular with girls, and it just so happens that there is a small stall like this in the central playground. The one is next to the haunted house, don’t you have a part-time job in the haunted house? Why don’t you drop by and try it? And my hunch tells me that you must be better than many masters! Try it, there will be no less A piece of meat!"

——Irina, the "Tarot Witch" far away in Bantiva, Russia, suddenly sneezed hugely: Who is talking about me?