American comics: Venom Spider, starting from taking down Gwen

It was a good day for Peter.

He did nothing but test the limits of his new strength, and he found that he was not only strong but also strong.

He slipped down a walkway and was surprised to find that he was not injured.

At the risk of jumping higher and higher, he hit the concrete floor of the warehouse until he jumped off the roof.

Of course it hurt, but only a bruise was left and the next day it was gone.

He even decided to buy the warehouse, and an iron-eyed real estate agent looked at him as if he were joking.

Finally phone from her office to his bank to convince her that he meant it.

As if someone wants to spend an afternoon listening to someone else chatter about warehouse insurance, life insurance, and then fill out several forms, all in order to deceive a boring real estate agent.?

They haggled over the price, and the original request was $250,000, including any taxes he would pay.

Peter argues over the mess in the warehouse, and with current history, his price drops by $50,000.

The paperwork takes two weeks to complete, and once he has it, he gets the keys.?

The whole internal mess was his responsibility, any problems occurred after the sale was completed and had nothing to do with the real estate agent, who signed most of his paperwork.

After he left, the real estate agent secretly drank a bottle of wine.

The only thing that spoiled his good mood was going back to school, which was his last and hardest year.

He had the highest grades in all courses, but sports were his weakness.

Even Gwen reluctantly admits that she doesn't have his ingenuity and hard work.

But even so, he had a problem, and before he appeared, he discovered a smell of cologne.

Hi Parker,

Flying Man shouts that his lack of intelligence makes his naming abilities richer.

Oh hey, flush

In a flash,

What did you call me?

He yelled at Parker.

Lightning, you know, what everyone calls you from the first year

Peter smirked and said that the suffocating stench emitted by lightning, considered expensive cologne, hid some different chemical smells for Peter's enhanced senses.

Maybe there's nothing heavier than steroids, but the Flying Man is definitely doping.

Yes, you better keep that in mind

Having determined that no teacher was present, Flying Man strode towards Peter, ready to punch Parker in the body when he suddenly moved.

He felt his feet go and he hit his head against the painted steel locker door.

He's sure Parker didn't do anything, but it felt as if someone had tripped him up, so Parker was willing to pay the price whether he had it or not.?

Feeling a lump on his head, he roared again, reaching for Parker, only to find his wrist gripping something that felt like iron.

Parker pulled him closer, Lightning thought he had been knocked into the locker again, Parker physically caught him, and Parker, who fell backwards, slipped on the floor.

Everyone turned around to see if it was lightning that hit Peter enough to make him fly.

Mr. Thompson, enough is enough.

Peter and Flyer's homeroom teacher, Ms. Monroe, have seen the quarrel even though she is well aware of their history.

But even if she wanted to interfere, she couldn't.

Feixia's father donates several huge sums of money to the school and the football team every year, and if she causes Feixia trouble, she will be eliminated.

Strangely, Flying Man looks confused, he hit Peter, so why does he look like the injured party?

Even Ms. Monroe expressed her displeasure with the two, she used to be a witness to their quarrels, Peter always came out of the loser, what is the difference now?

She looked at him, and he blushed.

If he had a teacher, it was her.

She is a tall African woman with a little accent.

Her dark chocolate skin and long white hair were always perfectly wrapped in a suit.

She was serious but empathetic and gave Peter any advice she could.

She exudes authority, and even Feixia knows not to argue with her too much, as if she is a force of nature and not a simple instructor.

Gwen showed up and helped Peter stand up

Gwen is one of the only people Flying Man knows who won't get into trouble.

Even though his father was a board member of the Oss company, even though they earned more than most schools combined.

But his wrist still hurts, and Parker grabs where he goes, and the body bumps his chest hurt.

Peter smiled at Gwen, he could smell her fragrance, still staring at her as he tried his best to stop the blood flowing back.

Gwen was a little shorter than him, and she liked to have her hair fluffy and cut into mushroom-like hair.

When the hair fluttered around her neck, Peter knew it was natural, and even under the bad school lights, it looked like blue silk.

Peter had seen her in a summer dress, and when he knew she was slim, he ran to dance ballet.

Her legs are thin and her chest is sexy.

This is not to say that Peter looks too obvious, but to look at him too obviously.

Just as three people were standing in the hallway of the school

"Don't bother Peter, go to the classroom."

Looking at the normal bystanders around, his cronies, he never remembered their names.

A school in New York has a big program to see if kids with special needs can attend regular school, at least half-day.

They were a couple, a cute but somewhat silly redhead and a weird kid with strange red glasses, staring at them along with the others.

The red-haired girl shook her head almost imperceptibly, and Monroe sighed.

Enough, the bell for class will ring soon, and you should all go there. Hurry up!"

She stressed that the crowd dispersed.

Cowards, anyway, it's good to hide behind a girl's ass,

Flying Man had enough and rushed into the classroom.

You don't mind if I saved you, do you?"

Gwen asked Peter if it was a secret.

She liked him and wanted them to date, but her presence protected him from Lightning.

My friend is a villain, what bothers me?"

Gwen smiled, and Peter smelled a new perfume she must have been trying because she smelled good.

Come on, let's go to class first,

Then the class bell rang.

The final year of school was really long, Peter's coursework was all completed ahead of schedule, his exam preparation was completed, application forms were sent to every major college and university he could think of, and now he was a business owner.

The transaction at the warehouse has been completed and signed, and he only has to wait for his check to be cashed and the official documents.

Once that does, he can start cleaning up the place and has begun scouring the internet for designs based on scrap containers and prefabricated offices.

This is the future, and now he still wants to finish school, leave his life and start his own internship.

Gwen passed her birthday early because her birthday meant she turned 18.

There are so many things to do now, it looks as if he is stretching himself, and more importantly his finances, getting thinner.

Peter was pulled out of his thoughts by another of his classmates who punched him by the arm.

The vice-captain of the math team, Felicia Hardy, sat next to him

Pete, I know you may be happy to finish this year, but some of us still have work to do.

We also have a triathlon and I wonder if you're going to spit out your gut before the race.

You didn't train last week.

Felicia was not the most socially personable person he knew, and she complained bluntly about her own grievances.

When Felicia leaned against him, he smelled the scent of Gwen's body, it was a faint sweetness on his nose, and he hadn't thought of Felicia before, and when she leaned against him, he had a hard time concentrating.

Felicia developed very early and was not as ordinary as many girls.

They went up and down as she spoke to him, and Peter wished she had more awareness of his influence.

Her long hair hung down, her back was tied up, and her hair was almost silver.

Yes, Felicia, I will go, I promise.

Wait, aren't you also sick at Oss?

Felicia grimaced

yes, but I don't need to be in bed like a little bitch for a week.

Peter just shook his head, yes, as witty as ever.

As she leaned against the table to lecture him, he tried not to look down, and looking so closely, he clearly saw what color her bra really was and how appropriate it was, even though she didn't seem to know.

Pete, no matter what happens at Oss, you can't possibly ruin my future.

If you're still sick or climbing a wall or something, quit the club and let me find someone more reliable.

Peter shook his head

Felicia, I'm fine, so no need to climb walls.

Listen and stop mentioning my case, okay?

Felicia turned her back in surprise

We don't need bastards, Pete.

Oh wait, what's the perfume you're using, because, uh, it's nice.

Felicia shook her head

Dumb Pete, dumb Pete.

Standing up and leaving Peter, he could only watch her walk away.

What did I say?

He mused.

Flipping his phone over his plan for the warehouse is now a secret.

Not that he will tell someone like Felicia that she is an acquaintance, not a friend.?

He bookmarked the instructions and floor plans of the container houses on bookmarks in each place, often used in places that suffered disasters or large quantities of homeless things.

But for Peter, these were gold waiting to be mined, and he would keep the money in the bank.

Closing his browser, he mused the rest of his lunch.

However, Felicia made a good point, and with the midterm just around the corner and the club seeing their every move in the season, would he have time to clean up the warehouse and make repairs without help

He doesn't know anyone, the only muscles he knows that will help move and renovate will be Lightning, and he'd rather learn to sing and teach raccoons to do housework than ask him to do anything.?

Even Harry couldn't help much, he would hire contractors, and Peter would come up with hundreds of thousands of dollars for them to see the place.

No, he needs to make time for this, he needs to take control of his life once and for all.

He has new abilities, although the work should be managed by himself.

He had to be careful not to attract too much attention, and a skinny child carrying piles of wood or bags of concrete looked strange.

He has amazing power, but he needs to be careful not to draw attention to himself.

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