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"That's fantastic, Gwen! Even after practicing for so long, your drumming is as powerful as ever."

After the song finished, Mary Jane looked at Gwen in astonishment. It was hard to imagine how such a slender girl could possess such stamina and explosive power. Her surprise was mixed with joy because Gwen was their band's drummer.

"I could do this all day," Gwen said casually, twirling her drumsticks.

"That drummer from Midtown High's band can't even compare to you," Betty said, curling her lip dismissively.

"He's a guy, but his drumming is so weak. Frankly, Gwen's stage presence alone blows him out of the water."

"Bands are all about the live performance. I believe that once they see us perform, even those old fogeys at the school will know who should be on stage at the dance."

Glory looked very confident, as if victory was already in her grasp.

"And we have such an amazing practice room," Betty said, placing her hands on her chest like a lady in an old movie.

"It's so wonderful, I could faint."

"We have Mr. Osborn to thank for that," Mary Jane said with a smile.

Mary Jane had been worried about finding a place for the band to practice. In her distress, she remembered Mr. Osborn's promise, so she tried mentioning it to Harry to see if they could rent a place. To her surprise, Mr. Osborn directly lent them a villa to use as a practice room.

"My dad said you can use this villa as you please, and don't worry about breaking anything inside, it's not worth much anyway."

When Mary Jane received the keys from Harry, she could tell that Harry genuinely didn't care about the villa. Judging by his expression, you'd think he was lending out an eraser.

Of course, even though the owner said that, Mary Jane and the others couldn't be so reckless. They had only been practicing in the villa's garage and rarely went inside.

"Has everyone rested enough? If there are no problems, how about we do it again?" Mary Jane clapped her hands and suggested.

"No objections."

"Ready when you are!"

Betty and Glory agreed, while Gwen on the side slowly raised her hand.

"Gwen?"

Mary Jane looked at Gwen, who seemed like a student who had made a mistake, with confusion.

"Sorry, I have something to do later. I need to leave early," Gwen said apologetically.

"Of course, no problem." Mary Jane didn't mind. It was mid-September, and the homecoming dance wasn't until mid-October. They had plenty of time, especially since their practice had been very effective. There was no reason to refuse Gwen's request.

"But what are you going to do? Today is Sunday, and there are no classes," Betty asked curiously, looking at Gwen.

"Happy is moving today, and I'm going to help."

Ever since Yang Le confessed his identity as a transmigrator to Gwen, Gwen also knew that Yang Le was an undocumented person.

Gwen even teased Yang Le.

"You actually confessed to a police officer's daughter that you're undocumented."

However, immediately after, Yang Le transformed into a shapeshifter right in front of Gwen's eyes, using the shapeshifter's ability to create a legal identity for himself through the internet.

With a proper identity, Yang Le certainly wouldn't choose to continue living in the sewers. He opened a bank account and, learning from Cyborg, used his shapeshifting abilities to hack into the bank system and add a few strokes to his account. Then, he picked a nice apartment near Gwen's house and bought it.

After a short renovation, today was the day Yang Le moved into his new home.

"Oh, Happy," Mary Jane said, looking at Gwen with a teasing smile. Even Betty and Glory's expressions became strange, making Gwen feel uneasy.

"That's it, I'm not chatting anymore, everyone. I'm in a hurry, so I'll leave first." Feeling the atmosphere was off, Gwen directly chose to escape. She put away her drumsticks, and with her superhuman speed, she ran out of the garage in a few steps, not giving Mary Jane and the others a chance to tease her.

Watching Gwen flee, Mary Jane and the others had no choice but to pack up and end today's practice.

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"Happy, your living room TV is so big. It must be awesome for playing games," Peter said enviously.

"If you want to play, you can wait until my game console arrives and we'll play together," Yang Le's voice came from the study. He was neatly arranging books on the bookshelf in order.

"Really?"

"Of course. You can sleep here directly if you're tired, no problem."

"That's awesome! Thank you, Happy."

'If you knew what kind of meme I just used, you might not be so happy.' Yang Le walked out of the study, looking at Peter who was working hard, and suddenly felt like he was tricking a child.

Speaking of working, there wasn't really much to do. It was just cleaning, arranging, and tidying things up. Everything else had already been done.

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"By the way, when is Gwen arriving?" Peter asked Yang Le curiously.

"You two live so close, why are you asking me this question?" Yang Le looked at Peter in confusion.

"Ah? Aren't you two a couple?" Peter scratched his head and looked at Yang Le in surprise.

"Gwen and I were just putting on an act for you, you haven't forgotten, have you?" Yang Le's expression was a little helpless, as if he couldn't believe that Peter had forgotten about the fake couple thing.

"Of course I still remember that, but for the past half month, Gwen has been coming to find you whenever she's free. I thought you two were really together."

'That's to help Gwen adapt to her superpowers.' Of course, he couldn't say this. Yang Le could only keep it to himself because Gwen had asked him not to tell anyone about her superpowers, so Yang Le could only hold it in.

As for why Gwen didn't let Yang Le tell anyone, Gwen's answer was intuition. There was always a voice in Gwen's heart telling her that the fewer people who knew about her abilities, the better.

Yang Le guessed that the voice should be Gwen's spider-sense. Although he didn't know why the spider-sense would be alerting her about this matter, Yang Le still chose to believe in the omnipotent spider-sense.

Looking at the silent Yang Le, Peter became interested and continued to ask.

"Seriously, Happy, how do you really feel about Gwen? I can sense that Gwen seems to have feelings for you."

"You haven't even gotten your own act together, and you're already worrying about others?" Yang Le curled his lip. "You should worry about your Mary Jane. The number of people pursuing her at Midtown High is so high that even I, an outsider, know about it."

"Please, Happy, don't talk about that." Peter scratched his head in pain. Ever since his conversation with Mary Jane at Gwen's house last time, he thought there would be some progress, but he didn't expect Mary Jane to treat him the same as usual the next day. Peter didn't dare to ask actively. This was already painful enough, and now he had to add a bunch of suitors. Oh god, Peter felt like he was going to faint just thinking about it.

Yang Le looked at the pained Peter and smirked. You want to gossip about me, kid? You're not good enough yet.

Just as Yang Le was preparing to further torment Peter, the doorbell suddenly rang. Peter ran to the door as if he had seen a savior.

"The doorbell saved you, kid," Yang Le said, still feeling unsatisfied.