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Chapter 9 Beauty Saves the Heroes

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    Dong Ming paddled the water for two classes seriously, and took advantage of his deskmate to successfully strike up a conversation with Little Spider.

    Dongming held his chin: "Peter, I heard Ms. Thea said that your grades are very good?"

    Peter: "Ah, yes, is it? It's okay"

    Dongming glanced at his desk, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Wellmy pen is out of water, can you lend me a pen?"

    Peter's cheeks flushed, and he immediately found out his stationery bag: "Would you choose one?"

    Dongming smiled at him shyly: "Thank you."

    Peter wailed in his heart: Ah!  she is so cute!  Isn't my image very poor? She shouldn't like nerds, right?

    However, soon, her place was surrounded by enthusiastic classmates, forming a human wall.  Dong Ming felt the cubs' exuberant energy for the first time in a long time, and he felt a slight headache.  Fortunately, he has lived for hundreds of thousands of years and has rich experience. With just a few words, he can infinitely increase his favorability in their hearts.

    Dongming: This feeling is so damn familiar. It seems that I have to make it ugly next time?

    Forget it, the Yu clan has always been a group that loves beauty, they only look good, and there is no ugly one at all.

    Fortunately, the bell rang in class to save him in time.

    The sun was gradually shifting, and the young "girl" rested her elbows on the table, crossed her fingers and rested her chin, and looked lazy.  She pretended to be staring at the podium seriously, and the sunlight gave her outline a fluffy golden edge.

    Peter had been staring at her for a long time without knowing it.

    "Hey! Mr. Parker? I have to admit that the new classmate Yiwen is indeed better-looking than my blackboard full of formulas, but don't be distracted all the time! How about answering this question? Huh?" The teacher's voice called back the boy's  Attention, Peter lowered his head abruptly, and stammered to answer the question.

    There were low snickers in the classroom.

    This is too bad.  Peter thought.  He failed to make a good impression on his new deskmate.

    He couldn't help but glance at her.

    Ivan seemed to have been aroused by the little commotion just now, and stopped dozing secretly, put down his elbows, picked up a pen and began to copy the formulas on the blackboard.

    Dongming couldn't help complaining in his heart: After learning it once, he didn't want to learn it a second time at all. Fortunately, he hasn't completely forgotten it yet, so he can still handle it with his half-baked skills.  Feeling the little spider's gaze sweeping over, he thought, as expected of Spider-Man with spider sense, the sense is really keen.

    So she tilted her head, and her eyes interlaced with Peter's for a moment, like a superficial touch.

    Looking at it from this angle, Peter saw that the eyes of his new deskmate had very light irises, reflecting the light, and were light silver-gray, like snowy rocks on the top of a mountain.

    Peter recovered from the glimpse just now, and quickly immersed himself in copying the formula.

    "Snapped!"

    A ball of paper that had been rubbed up randomly landed on the table, bounced and rolled down to the tip of the pen.

    Peter turned his head to see Ned, his other table neighbor, winking at him.

    Peter sighed helplessly, and opened the note under the cover of the desk: "Is the new transfer student so good-looking? I think you are stunned, do you want to chase her?"

    Peter gave his friend a reproachful look, but when he was about to rub the note away to destroy the body, he found that the note was actually folded, and there was a paragraph below: "I have something to leave today  Class, be careful after school, Thompson is probably going to trouble you again."

    Sure enough, he is a good brother.  Peter's chest warmed slightly, and he wrote back with a pen: "Thank you, I will pay attention to it." He threw it back again.

    Then, when school was over, Peter was called by the teacher to the office to drink tea, discussing his distracted behaviors such as sleeping in class and passing notes.

    It was not too early when he was released, but some people still persevered and couldn't wait to block Peter in the corner of the school corridor.

    "Uh, aren't you going back so late?" Peter put down his schoolbag and scratched the back of his head helplessly.  He's not afraid of these guys, anyway, he can easily swing among the buildings in New York now, he just thinks, just, it's troublesome.

    Mei should be in a hurry if she hasn't returned so late.

    "Hey, idiot! Are you very proud today?! The new transfer student wants to sit at the same table with you?" The leader is still Thompson, the guy who likes to make trouble.  With bull-like eyes, he slammed Peter against the wall.

      "Hey! Don't be like this" Peter looked around, a little annoyed.  He really didn't want to waste too much time here, but he didn't want to reveal his special ability unless it was absolutely necessary.

    Only this time is different.

    The slender figure quietly approached the group of troublemakers, and the light in the corridor made her slender, cone-like shadow point directly in the direction of the crowd.  Yiwen held the schoolbag straps of his backpack with both hands, and raised a smiling face like a common good girl: "Hi! Are you talking about me?"

    "Ivan?" Peter and the oppressive group uttered at the same time. No one would have thought that the new transfer students would randomly appear in such a place.

    "Oh, good luck for you, Peter Parker." Thompson was still a bit of a gentleman, and he let go of his hand unwillingly: "Go away! Let you go this time, and don't let us meet you next time!"

    "Let's go!" Several people were also enthusiastic, and they left as soon as they said.

    Although they just want to find a reason to bully that nerd who can only read, Four Eyes Boy.  Oh, it looks like he's off his glasses now, but who cares?  Who made you look like a bully.

    "Sorry, are you bullying?" Ivan looked at Peter: "Campus violence? Don't you think you should apologize to my deskmate?"

    "Apologize?" Someone sneered, pointing contemptuously at Peter Parker who was holding his schoolbag against the corner: "Just this nerd? Ivan, don't be fooled by him. It's no good getting too close to him."

    "Oh. That's fine." Ivan blinked his long eyelashes like butterfly wings, took a few steps forward, and approached the guy who spoke.  Then¡ª¡ª

    "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The palm that pointed at the person just now seemed to be clamped by a steel drill, and then, Ivan pinched the wrist bone under the thin skin, and exerted a skillful force under the palm, only to hear a soft "click"  , the hand hangs down at an unnatural angle, and then hits the chest, like a quenched sharp knife piercing the chest, the girl's attack is like a deer's thin hooves, slender, but with undeniable strength  .

    So the guy fell down with black eyes.

    The next target is the little boss.

    The feeling of suffocation and pain spread from the neck along the nerves, and the throat was almost crushed under one blow. No one could have imagined that Ivan's slender fingers and arms could hold a young man weighing hundreds of pounds firmly on the ground, struggling  , unable to move.

    In fact, it's just that he is not tall enough to lift him up.  Ivan thought calmly.

    Then she let him go.

    "Thompson, take your little brother and get away." Ivan quietly took out a napkin and wiped his hands, and quietly announced: "Don't let me see you bullying anyone again."

    There was silence in the corridor, and an inexplicable sense of oppression came from the girl opposite. No one dared to make a sound at this time. Peter was a little strange, because even in such an extremely inconsistent scene, his spider sense didn't work at all.  ring.

    The other party has no malicious intentions.  to him.

    So Ivan squatted on the bed, slightly breaking the silence.

    She grabbed the hand of the guy with the dislocated wrist, and took it back with a "click".

    "It's getting dark, you can go." Ivan untied the schoolbag behind his back: "My bone setting skills are very good, you won't want to have a next time."

    ? A few school bullies who have always been domineering at Midtown High finally have a hard time, and each of them realizes that their good days may be gone forever.  Under the real pain, no one wants to challenge the guy who is stronger or even more ruthless than himself, even if she looks like a little girl of fourteen or fifteen years old.

    Of course, it's just a look.

    So they got up and ran away with their butts on fire.

    Ivan clapped his hands briskly and said, "Are you okay, Peter?"

    Peter: ""

    Peter: ""

    He wiped his face with difficulty: "I'm fine, thank you, Evan."

    "You're welcome, this is what I should do." Ivan opened the schoolbag and took out a slender pen from the deep interlayer.

    "Here you are, it's very useful."

    In the dusky twilight, the slightly faded fountain pen seems to be re-painted, shining with charming brilliance.

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    This chapter is probably from Peter's perspective^_^Add some filters, it's so cool to write!

    ps: The drop of this chapter is an operation error, but it is better to pretend that I worked hard (remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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