The first semester at Midtown High School is coming to an end, and the students are extremely busy preparing for their final exams.

The entrance of Class C of the first year of high school.

"Peter, what are you looking for me?" Gwen walked out of the classroom.

"There's going to be a good baseball game on the playground, and I'd like to invite you to check it out." Peter said.

"I'm afraid not, I haven't finished reviewing it yet." Gwen's voice was soothing, and Peter could tell she was tired from studying.

"Gwen, let's go together, revision also needs a combination of work and rest, don't exhaust yourself." Peter invited again.

"Okay, let's go and see together, when, now?" Gwen felt that Peter's words were not unreasonable.

"Right now, but you'll have to put on your coat first, there's no air conditioning in the stadium."

……

Both sides of the war are amateur teams from nearby communities, one called "Susan's Fried Chicken is Delicious" and another called "Humble Team Without Sponsorship".

"The lowly team without sponsorship used to be called Tom's Bar at its best, but Tom's Bar closed down last month, and they changed their name to the lowly team without sponsorship." Peter stood on the side of the court and told Gwen some little jokes that made Gwen giggle.

At the beginning of the game, the humble team without sponsorship came out on top, and the Susan fried chicken really delicious team seemed to be caught off guard and messed up, although they struggled to chase a wave of points, but the score was still continued to expand by the humble team without sponsorship.

"It looks like the Humble Team is a little stronger, so why doesn't anyone want to sponsor them?" Gwen felt a little strange that it was supposed that the stronger team would be more likely to be sponsored.

"In the past, the two teams were evenly matched, but today maybe Susan's fried chicken is really delicious, and the team is in poor condition." Peter said with some embarrassment that the game with too big a difference in strength between the two teams is actually not very good, especially without the home team. One team unilaterally crushes the other, and only fans of the winning side will find it enjoyable.

It was Susan's turn to hit the ball again, the batter's eyes flashed a little, he had been beaten to the point that his mentality was a little broken, and the batting technique was not very formal, and with a "clang", the bat hit the baseball.

"Not good." Peter suddenly pressed Gwen.

"Peter, what are you doing?" Gwen was thrown to the ground, a little incomprehensible to Peter's actions, and her tone was a little stern.

Peter shook his head, he didn't know why, he seemed to suddenly feel danger coming, so he threw down Gwen, but nothing seemed to happen.

A second later, a baseball flew over Peter and Gwen's heads, and if they were still standing still, the baseball would have hit.

"Peter, I'm sorry, I thought you ......" Gwen stood up, took Peter's hand, and pulled Peter up as well.

"It's okay, Gwen, I just suddenly felt the danger, and I didn't have time to tell you, so I should say I'm sorry." Peter felt the soft touch in his hand and hurriedly said.

"Peter, you're so good, I can't even see where the ball is." Gwen said with some adoration, and Peter scratched his head in embarrassment.

……

"Uncle Ben, Aunt Mei, I'm back." In the evening, Peter returned home. He found it a little strange, the lights in the corridor are usually very dim, but today they were replaced with new ones, and the bright lights illuminated the corridor as if it were daylight, and the room next to no one lived was also lit up.

Peter walked inside the door, in the living room, and Ben. Parker, May. Parker was chatting happily with a well-dressed Chinese man.

"Hey, Peter, come here, I'll introduce you." Aunt May beckoned to Peter, who walked over and looked at the Chinese man.

"This is Martin. Lee, a well-known philanthropist, often sponsors and takes in some homeless people, and I usually go to his side to volunteer, you can call him Uncle Martin, or Uncle Li can also do. Aunt Mei introduced.

Martin. Lee stood up from the couch and said, "Hey, Peter. Parker, your aunt often mentions you to me, saying that you are a wonderful lad, and that you are true at this time. ”

Martin. Lee stretched out his hand to shake hands with Peter, and Peter also stretched out a hand a little apprehensively: "Peter. Parker. ”

When Peter's hand touched Martin's and Lee's hand, suddenly Peter withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted, his heart beating faster, and his eyes filled with fear.

"Peter, why are you so rude, Mr. Martin is a good man. The house next door to us, where no one lives, has been rented by Mr. Martin to house the homeless. Aunt Mei said with some displeasure.

"Mei, it's okay, I think it may be that I have static electricity on my hands, it's winter, and the static electricity is more powerful." Martin. Lee excused Peter, and Peter ran into the slut.

"The feeling just now is exactly the same as when I watched Gwen in the afternoon, it seems to be a warning of danger, but I can't be sure yet, I can experiment with it tomorrow." Peter lay on the bed, kicked his feet, and kicked the quilt cover out of a large hole.

"Oh shit, is this duvet cover so of such poor quality?" Peter scolded, but what he didn't know was that it wasn't the poor quality of the cover, but that his strength had increased.

……

"Lee, you throw a baseball at me." At noon the next day, Peter handed Li Ji over to the playground.

"Huh? Are you sure? Li Ji held a baseball in his hand and weighed it up and down. It's a hard-style baseball with hard cowhide on the outside and rubber padding on the inside, and it's very hard.

"It's okay, I'm twenty meters away from you, just throw it with all your might!" Peter walked thirty paces, a distance of more than twenty meters from Li Ji.

"Then you're welcome." The baseball in Li Ji's hand flew out of his hand.

"yes, that's what it feels like." Sure enough, as Peter expected, that strange feeling appeared in his mind again, "Haha, it should be dodging to the left." ”

Before Peter's body could move, the ball was already hitting him, "Ah! ”。 Peter let out a cry of pain and fell to the ground.

"I don't know why you want to be abused, but I reluctantly agree to you." Li Ji felt that Peter's behavior was a bit iron-clad.

Peter expected danger, but he had no way to avoid it. In the final analysis, Li Ji's strength is too strong: "If I really use all my strength, it is estimated that Peter will become a mess of meat sauce."

"Peter, do you still want the ball?" Li Ji asked.

"No, no." Peter hurriedly said.