Chapter 2120 (2/2)

But the inferiority complex Houseman always uses the excuse of having to work to refuse. In fact, he still has a little feeling for Mary in his heart. It's too embarrassing to get on the bus as a light bulb.

What's more, it was my brother's girlfriend, a dream I had when I was 11 or 12 years old. Now I and Mary are just good friends.

So, driven by puberty hormones, he has now changed his goal, Liz Allen, the black girl Thompson loves.

She is a mixed race, beautiful, black-and-white is to let her have a lot of exotic amorous feelings, is a lot of young boys in the class dream lover.

Because it's a secret love, Peter doesn't know much about her. She just hears that her father is a contractor. Whenever a superhero and a villain tear down a building, he is the person who takes people to clean the battlefield afterwards.

This is actually a good job, because it is the government bidding, the profit is still good.

There are two other girls in the small group. One is Marshall Jones, whose name and personality are similar to boys, nicknamed MJ, and whose hair is always messy. The other is Cynthia moon, who often sneaks in from the next class and has cat like eyes.After he went to high school, Peter was most satisfied with the division. Not only did he meet friends like Ned, but also there were a large group of beautiful girls in the class.

However, although Peter, who suffered from inferiority due to his incomplete family, was greedy for the beautiful faces of the girls, he did not have the courage to act.

Peeping, tracking, YY, is what he does from time to time.

At this time, after the thief's eye has swept through the ”beautiful girl's harem” in his fantasy, Peter is pulled back to reality by Ned's words.

”No, I won't tell you. Just look at her in silence.”

The little fat man lay on the table speechless, took out a handheld game machine and played in the desk: ”when you are 40 or 50 years old, you will regret today's decision.”

”If I live to that day.” Peter rolled his eyes and mouth, indicating that Thompson at the end of the classroom was staring at them.

”It makes sense. I have to make it clear in the will that as long as I die, whether it's a car accident or jumping off a building, it must be murder.” Life is not easy, fat boy sighs, especially when he sees the bald, old-fashioned math teacher walking into the classroom, he is even more depressed.

At the same time, Manhattan, Osborne industrial headquarters building, underground laboratory.

In the laboratory full of high-tech sense, a group of people in chemical protective clothing are busy working. Only a bald man in a suit and suit is different.

Across the sterile table, he was grabbing a spider in the glass box with a manipulator. It had two orange rings on its back, which looked at him like a pair of eyes.

The computer next to it runs a monitoring program that says it's project Oz's 56.

The man with almost bald forehead took out the spider, put on his gloves and put it in his hand to play with. The flickering light of the monitor made his face look cloudy and sunny.

While playing with spiders, he asked the researcher in charge of the project:

”are you a fan of Greek mythology? Dr. Jester? ”

”No, Mr. Osborne.”

The middle-aged researcher answered. He also held up his eyes on the bridge of his nose, but his eyes were always staring at the spider. He was afraid that the boss would damage it.

”I should have heard of Arachne's story, too?” Osborne asked again, touching the claws of the spider and looking at the sharp teeth.

The scientist shakes his head. He is a biologist, not a researcher of literature or theology: ”what is that?”

Norman had a slightly crazy smile and looked at the spider shaking his head. ”I'll tell you about it.”