Chapter 2635 (1/2)

”Thank you for taking me in, man.”

In the teenagers' sweaty room, Harry took a sandwich and orange soda set meal from his good friend Peter with a wry smile. Although he was hungry, he didn't gobble it down for the first time. Instead, he said thanks to Peter first.

”We are friends, that's what I should do.” With a guilty smile, Peter turned to clean up the bed. Fortunately, the uniform was not left outside.

Of course, it's not just about this, it's about Mary Jane.

Since childhood, the three of them have been in the same kindergarten, and they are all good friends, but they all want to grow up. From the seventh grade, Mary began to associate with Harry, that is, in the first grade of middle school.

It's normal. Harry is rich and handsome, and he plays basketball very well. But Peter was just a dead man at that time, thin and small. He was wearing glasses, and his mouth was computer and physics. It's normal that he didn't like girls.

Therefore, Peter can only continue to make friends with Mary and bury his dim feelings in his heart.

Now, however, things have changed. We are all high school students, and Peter has become spider man. Maybe the power brought ambition, so he finally dare to secretly love those girls.

Usually I don't think it's anything, but now...

”Harry thinks I'm my best friend when I'm in trouble, and he thinks I'm relying on him. I'm still secretly in love with Mary. It's really mean. It's wrong.”

It's immoral to fall in love with his good friend's girlfriend secretly, so Peter felt deeply guilty and even wanted to slap himself in the face.

With this in mind, he secretly looked out of the window. There were scattered snowflakes falling on the street. In the bedroom on the second floor of the house across the road, the curtains showed Mary's beautiful shadow. She seemed to be doing her homework in front of her desk, and her action of biting the pen was so lovely...

”pa!”

Peter slapped himself in the face, turned and closed the curtain, shaking his head.

”What's the matter? Are you a reporter? ” Harry, who was eating in a corner of the floor, looked up.

The board of directors took away Osborne industries through a series of despicable means. The young owners had no power to resist those dark tricks and were finally swept out of the house today. Then, the reporters came to him like sharks smelling blood and asked him all kinds of incredible questions.

They asked Norman if he cheated the military's money and ran away. They also asked Harry if he was the man's own child, and some people speculated that Norman was a mutant, so he fled to Utopia. It's a great victory for the company to be recaptured by human beings.

Harry didn't want to answer a question at that time. He rushed out of the crowd with his head in his arms, not because he didn't know how to answer, but because he was afraid of killing people in public.

I don't know why. It seems that there is always a voice in his heart to calm his anger. He almost wanted to drive and kill those reporters.

But it's just almost. He still controlled himself by reason. Although he ran away without grace, that was the limit he could do. He was really about to lose control at that time.

”No, it's not a reporter. Well, there's a spider. Yes, when I pulled the curtain just now, a spider fell on my face. I killed it.”

Peter quickly explained that he wanted to say it was a mosquito, but when he thought that there were no mosquitoes in winter, he immediately changed his words.

Harry, with a puffy mouth, was relieved. He nodded his head and swallowed the food in his mouth. ”I'm not a journalist. Although I should have dumped them, I'm afraid it's going to affect you.”

”Don't say that. You've helped me more than once in the past.” Peter sat on the edge of the bed and patted Harry to come. ”I remember when we were in primary school, some people tried to bully me. You helped me beat away the bad kids.”

Speaking of the past, the second generation with a sad face also showed some smiles. He stood up from the floor, took off Peter's dirty socks stuck on his trouser legs, threw them into the bathroom, and sat down beside the bed with a sandwich:

”it felt like those things happened yesterday. We often played the game of playing superheroes together at that time, but many of us were confused Learn to be a freak. ”