A Certain Marvel Super Player

The car roars!

"correct."

Locke, who was concentrating on driving, looked at Gwen who was looking sideways at him and seemed to want to speak. He raised his eyebrows and pointed to the storage compartment on the passenger side: "There is a gift in there that I bought when I came here."

Gwen opened the storage compartment and saw a small wrapped box inside.

"mine?"

"Um."

Locke laughed and glanced at Gwen: "I heard that I will give you a gift on the first date. I don't know if you will like it."

Gwen glanced sideways at Locke and took out the small box from the storage compartment.

"Can I take it apart?"

"certainly."

If you give a gift and cannot open it on the spot, the meaning of the gift will be worthless.

Of course.

This is what the federal people think. As for the people of the East, it would be a bit impolite to open a gift in front of the person who gave it.

"God!"

After Gwen opened the small box, she looked at the gift inside and exclaimed.

Locke drove the vehicle into the campus: "Do you like it?"

This is a purple round crystal necklace, with a small drop-shaped sterling silver pendant hanging on it, exuding a pure light, with the crystal clear purple flickering.

Locke was originally interested in another diamond necklace worth 60,000 US dollars.

but……

If that was given as a gift, there was a 99.9% chance that Gwen wouldn't want it, so Locke settled for the next best thing and chose this crystal necklace, which was not too expensive.

Gwen glanced at Locke and nodded: "It's very beautiful, I like it very much."

Locke smiled.

Gwen also took out a flat but carefully wrapped gift from her handbag. After Locke parked the car, she handed it to Locke: "My gift is not as beautiful as your gift."

pretty?

better not.

His ideal route is to take the route of a thug in a suit, or at worst, to take the route of a sportsman, but as a transvestite, it is impossible for him to take this route even if he drinks all the water in the Hudson River.

A man, a real man!

A sissy?

Damn it.

Locke opened the gift that Gwen handed over.

Enter the eyes.

It's also a necklace.

Cross necklace?

Locke's heart moved slightly, he smiled, and looked at Gwen: "Although I am from Texas, I am not a Catholic, but I like it very much, Gwen."

Not every Texas cowboy is a believer.

Locke is not.

His innate wisdom prevents him from converting to any religion. The depth of his soul tells him that all gods are false. If you are useful to me, I respect you. If you are of no use to me, I don’t care who you are.

Gwen took the cross necklace from Locke's hand, leaned over, put it on Locke, and said with a smile: "I know."

Locke raised his eyebrows, looked down at the cross necklace hanging around his neck, smiled, and took the crystal necklace he chose from Gwen's hand and helped Gwen put it on.

"It's beautiful."

"Thanks."

Their eyes met, and their feelings heated up.

at this time.

"Ahem!"

"..."

Locke and Gwen listened to the sound of knocking on the window. They looked around and saw Kenm, who was also wearing a cute purple evening dress. He didn't know when he appeared outside the car and knocked on Locke's windshield.

great.

When you go to Paris, I won’t pack anything. If you don’t want to go, I’ll charter a special plane for you and take you there.

Locke thought so in his heart, looked at each other with Gwen, and then got out of the car.

"Wow."

Ken seemed to be belatedly thinking about it. He looked at Gwen, who was getting out of the car and dressed up, and blinked: "Did I interrupt your good business just now?"

Gwen rolled her eyes at Kem.

Locke shook hands with a boy in a suit and tie next to Kem.

"Locke!"

"Jason."

After Locke let go, he said curiously: "You are not from Midtown High School, are you?"

Jason nodded: "Yes, I'm from Trinity College."

Locke raised an eyebrow.

Trinity College is a private elite education institution in Manhattan. To put it simply, those who can attend school are either rich or noble.

but……

Locke's savings are enough to attend Trinity College, so for him, being either rich or noble doesn't work here. He insists on a very basic point of view.

If a person is killed, he will die!

"How come I didn't know the dance was moved to the parking lot?"

While a few people were talking, Mary Jane, who was also dressed up for the occasion, came over from the car with her male companion, and introduced the man next to her to Locke and others. She looked a little feminine, but not the girly-looking man. Companion: "Let me introduce, my boyfriend, Harry, Harry Bruce, is from Brooklyn College, but he will transfer to our school next year."

Little Green Goblin.

With a thought in his mind, Locke took a few more glances at Harry Bruce next to Mary Jane.

etc.

Let’s call the little Green Goblin Osborn.

Counterfeit?

However, speaking of Harry Osborn, he was a poor man.

Another victim whose family was ruined by the little spider.

The little Green Goblin was very kind to Spider-Man. When Spider-Man was still just Peter Parker, he did not despise Peter for being a poor man and treated him like a good friend.

But so what?

After Peter Parker became successful, he forgot about the Little Green Goblin in the blink of an eye. Even when the Little Green Goblin asked him for some blood, the little Spider refused without even thinking.

What is this called?

ungrateful.

White-eyed wolf.

Not well-fed!

Locke could go on, but it's not necessary, it's clear enough.

soon.

Cindy and Kahn also came over.

Like Mary Jane, Cindy complained about whether the dance was held in the parking lot, and then they walked toward the stadium while talking and laughing.

Locke walked with the boys, like a flower protector, walking behind their respective female companions.

As the stadium got closer and closer, the music and laughter there became clearer and clearer.

In stark contrast to this place, is SHIELD's New York Operations Center. The atmosphere there is about to condense into substance.

Nick Fury crossed his arms without saying a word, watching the surveillance video of the artificially erased stairwell on the big screen.

beside.

A young man with naturally curly hair was clicking away at his computer with an excited look on his face.

"This guy is awesome."

"How awesome?"

"It reminds me of the attack methods of the CIA guys."

Nick Fury listened to these words and looked at Walter O'Brien, the top hacker known to the Federation and one of the people with the highest IQ in human history who was invited to participate in the repair and monitoring work: "You mean, intrusion?" Is this surveillance being done by the CIA?"

Walter shook his head and spoke while working: "I'm not sure. I'm just saying that this modification and erasure method is very similar to the method used by the CIA."

Nick Fury: "..."