The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics

"Hi! Mr. P, you're about to enter high school, why are you still frowning?"

Hearing the lively and youthful teasing, Peter Parker raised his head, which was almost buried in his chest, and looked towards the source of the voice.

The person who came was a girl with golden hair shining in the sun, complementing her snow-white skin. The girl was smiling, even revealing her slightly uneven front teeth, which was very cute. Although the girl tried to hide it, Peter still saw worry in her watery eyes.

And the reflection of his own worried face.

"I'm fine, Gwen." Peter didn't like Gwen's expression now, not that he hated her, he hated the weak, timid self in those eyes. "Really... I'm fine."

Peter said he was fine, but everyone could see the worry on his face.

"Really okay? Peter, we're friends, you can tell me, and I can help you." Gwen looked at Peter with concern, and then she seemed to think of something.

"Is it those bastards bullying you again?" Gwen asked through gritted teeth.

Peter Parker is the focus of attention for those bad kids in school, skinny and timid, wearing thick glasses, orphaned. For the混蛋 (húndàn, bastards), Peter is their best target for bullying.

Faced with Gwen's inquiry, Peter just lowered his head, raised his glasses with his hand, and concealed the annoyance in his heart.

Peter hated his own weakness. Every time he was bullied, Gwen helped him drive away those bastards. Those bastards said that he was a coward who could only be protected by girls.

Gwen just looked at Peter. As long as Peter nodded, she would rush to those people's homes to get justice for him, but Peter just remained silent, as if burying his head in the sand like an...

"Ostrich!" The sudden sound broke the silence between the two. Gwen looked towards the source of the sound, while Peter buried his head even deeper.

"Larry." Gwen looked at the person who came and looked at him with disgust.

The person who came was wearing baggy hip-hop clothes, with black skin and a rasta hairstyle, walking with a twist, as if stepping on a leaky wire. Behind him were two black people dressed similarly.

"Oh, please don't look at me with that kind of look, we are classmates after all." Larry walked over, put his hand on Peter's shoulder familiarly, looking like good brothers, and then adjusted his center of gravity, putting all his weight on Peter.

Peter's height was only about 1.6 meters, about the same as Gwen, while Larry was 1.78 meters, and Peter was thin, while Larry was very strong. Peter was flushed all over.

"Larry, let go of Peter!" Gwen looked at Peter, who was sweating profusely, and immediately went up to rescue Peter.

However, Larry's two followers consciously walked to the front and blocked Gwen.

"What are you going to do!?" Gwen looked at Larry and the others in surprise and anger.

"What are we going to do? We're about to separate. You two good students are going to high school soon, and poor little Larry can only go home to work. We can say that we're going our separate ways in the future. Can't a few old classmates want to catch up with the genius?"

Larry's tone was strange, and he winked while speaking, which made Gwen want to punch him.

"I said, let go of Peter now!" Gwen said sternly.

"Oh! Our top student looks down on poor little Larry and is not willing to leave us even a little bit of warmth." Faced with Gwen's warning, Larry made a frightened expression, and then laughed loudly.

"Okay, okay, Mr. Ostrich, go back to your warm sand pile." After saying that, Larry moved his hand from Peter's shoulder to his back, and then pushed him hard. Peter was unprepared and staggered forward.

"Peter!" Gwen, who was blocked by the followers, couldn't catch Peter in time and could only watch Peter fall to the ground.

Looking at Peter on the ground, Larry laughed loudly, and the other two followers also laughed along.

"Ouch!"

"Ah!"

Gwen, in a fit of anger, raised her right knee and slammed it hard into the crotch of one of the followers. Before the other one could react, she smashed the other one in the face with the bag in her hand, and then ran towards Peter while the two were relieving their pain.

"Peter, are you okay?" Gwen ran to Peter and helped him up, and found some scratches on his face.

Peter, who was helped up, was about to speak when he saw a foot coming from behind Gwen. Peter pushed hard, and Gwen just missed the foot, but Peter himself suffered. The foot kicked him hard in the stomach, causing him to fall again.

Gwen turned her head and found that the two followers had come behind them. One hand of the one whose crotch was attacked was still covering his crotch, and that kick was kicked by the one whose face was hit by the bag.

"Wow, wow, wow, Miss Gwen, that was not funny just now." Although Larry said it was not funny, the smile on his face never disappeared.

"Although we are good classmates, and we can accept jokes between classmates, all jokes should have a limit." Larry put one hand in his pocket and walked over with a twist, forming a siege with the two followers, surrounding Gwen and Peter.

Gwen looked at the three people surrounding them, and slowly reached into her pocket, wanting to call her father for help, but when she reached in, she found nothing. Only then did she remember that her phone was in her backpack, and she had just thrown her backpack out. Now the backpack was lying quietly not far behind the two followers.

"What do you want?" Gwen looked at Larry coldly. Although she looked brave, her hand hidden in her pocket was actually shaking.

"What do I want? You still ask me what I want?" Larry seemed to hear a funny joke. "My friends each got hit once, of course we have to return it."

"Okay! Then I'll let you hit me back!" Gwen said loudly, while also boosting her courage.

"Oh, Miss Gwen, your father is a policeman, I don't dare to hurt you. You two, for my sake, vent your anger on Mr. Ostrich." Larry smiled evilly and looked at Peter, who was leaning against the wall to relieve his pain.

"No, come at me if you have the ability." Gwen hid Peter behind her, looking at the two people who were slowly approaching them warily.

"Cough cough, save... help!" Behind Gwen, Peter, who had just recovered, shouted loudly.

Hearing Peter's shout, Gwen also reacted and hurriedly called for help.

The two followers looked at Larry in a panic, but Larry didn't panic at all, and ordered the two: "Hurry up and hit him, run away after hitting him, we are all minors, what are we afraid of?"

Larry's words seemed to give the two a reassurance, and one of them reached out to pull Gwen, wanting to pull Gwen away, and then beat Peter up.

"Cough cough! What are you doing." Just as the man was about to grab Gwen, and Gwen was preparing to resist, a questioning voice came from the alley.

'Someone is coming.' Gwen was overjoyed and continued to shout loudly: "Is anyone there! Someone is attacking us here!"

"fk! To spoil the situation at this time." Larry cursed, and then looked at the person who came.

"What, it turned out to be just a yellow-skinned monkey." Larry found that the person who came was just one person, and still a yellow person with a crutch, sneered, and signaled another follower to stop the person, and then continued.

"Hey! Hey! Yellow-skinned cripple, this is not a place for you to come, get out of here." The follower received the instruction and quickly walked to the yellow person and scolded.

Yang Le looked at the black man who was baring his teeth and claws in front of him, listened to what he said, and without hesitation raised his stick and hit the man's crotch.

Accompanied by a snap, he directly covered his crotch with both hands and fell to the ground, and fainted before he could even scream.

All the men present except Yang Le subconsciously covered their crotches.

And Yang Le just shook the stick and said lightly.

"Is the farm tool talking?"