Aunt May and Uncle Ben directly asked Peter for a week off, and the teacher quickly approved it. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info next week is the midterm exam, this week's class is basically all about reviewing the content and doing exercises, and Peter didn't miss much content. Instead, he issued a doctor's certificate to make Peter laugh and cry.

The gunshot wound on the shoulder must not be transmitted, Peter can only use his hypnotic ability to brainwash all the way down, and the reason on his sick note has also become a severe muscle strain and joint dislocation during exercise. When he finally walked out of the clinic with the doctor's certificate, Peter, who had bottomed out again, was on the verge of collapse.

Peter finally understood the idea that telling a lie would require more lies.

Harry came to see Peter the next day after school, gave him his notebook, and handed Peter the homework assigned by the teacher.

"Why, can't the teacher find someone who came to my house to hand me notes?"

Harry's home was on the other side of the city. His parents didn't live in New York, but rented an apartment for Harry in the north of the city. Peter had been there a few times, and had expressed considerable disregard for how wealthy Harry's parents were.

And Harry didn't have to worry about cooking, this guy with so much pocket money that he was running out of oil ate almost all three meals. Burgers, fries, fried rice. Harry hadn't gained weight after eating such greasy things all day, which was a frenzy for someone who was overweight.

"You can find it, but those guys don't seem to want to go any further." Harry picked up the notebook and tapped it on Peter's head. "I really don't understand, will you die if you talk to someone for a few words? I've been told by many people that it's really not easy to be friends with a withdrawn guy like you. ”

Harry uses contempt, and the effect is outstanding~!

Harry seemed to be addicted to typing, rolled up the notebook and tapped it twice on Harry's head.

"Next Tuesday, I have an appointment with Jenny, and she'll bring her friends out with her. Shopping and coffee, don't say no! As soon as he finished speaking, Harry tapped Peter on the head again.

Peter shrank slightly under his covers, and his left hand burst out like lightning, snatching Harry's notebook from his hand. Harry looked at his hands in surprise, and then at Peter, who had retracted into his bed.

"Damn, you kid is still pretending to be sick!"

"How can you pretend to be sick... Is it okay if my right hand hurts to move it now..."Peter grumbled, but quickly changed the subject. "But is it Jenny now? What about Laura? You may have been together for less than two months. ”

"Eighteen days a month, to be exact." Harry wasn't embarrassed. "She's a lovely girl, but to be honest, she's a little too superficial. And there is body odor, which I really can't bear. Harry touched his nose.

"You..." Peter didn't know what to say, and he was naturally not qualified to speak in this regard because of his infinite experience with girls. But he always felt that Harry was a little disgusted by what he was doing.

Find a girl you like and like yourself, and then live like this. This is Peter's ideal of love. Even after possessing abilities beyond ordinary people, his thoughts in this regard have not changed in the slightest.

"Is there any news in the school?" Peter asked casually. "Is Mary back?"

Harry glanced at Peter. "I really thought you were hard-hearted, and I just asked her for news now."

Peter paused for a moment to realize that Harry didn't know that he knew that Mary was safe. Of course, the legendary experience of that night is not something that can be brought up casually.

"Mary's father has come to the school to take a leave of absence. She won't be back until the next semester. Harry's expression gradually turned serious. I don't know exactly what the situation is, but I'll have more information when I have more information. ”

After a few more small talks, the door to Peter's room was pushed open. Aunt Mei walked in with a plate of blueberry tarts and double milk tea and placed them on the table.

"You're welcome, you ate a little more. If you want more, there's still a little more inside the oven. Aunt Mei said a word with a smile, then turned around and walked out of the room. Harry stared at the snack on the table that was enough to feed the family, and froze for a moment.

"Don't care, Aunt Mei's goal in life is to feed everyone she knows fat." Peter picked up a blueberry tart and put it in his mouth, munching on it and slurring his words.

"It was clear that her first step had failed." Harry glanced at Peter, and picked up a tart himself.

Harry sat down and talked a few more before getting up to take his leave. His place was a little far from Peter's house, and if he left now, he would be able to get home before it was completely dark. Aunt May's dim sum tasted really good, and Peter and Harry, who were old enough to have long bodies, did have a big appetite, so the two of them ate most of the whole plate of dim sum. Harry felt his stomach swell uncomfortably as he descended the stairs, and his mouth smelled of blueberry jam.

Uncle Ben shook his head. "You're always like this, it's not good for a child to eat so many desserts."

Aunt Mei didn't seem to hear anything, wrapped the rest of the snacks in tin foil and put them in the refrigerator. She was humming the whole time, and she was in a pretty good mood.

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By the fourth day, Peter felt like he was going mad.

For the first time in his life, Peter discovered that lying in bed was so painful. You are not allowed to go to the computer on the ground, you are not allowed to go to the library to borrow books, and there is nothing to play on your phone. He, a 10,000-year-old otaku, finally has a rare desire to go out and hang out.

"I'm going to school!" He said to Aunt Mei very firmly.

"Nope."

"I'm going to the library!"

"Nope."

"I'm going to Mary's house!"

This time, Aunt Mei thought about it for a long time, but in the end she shook her head resolutely.

"When you get better, you'll be fine."

Afterwards, Peter heard Aunt May excitedly talking to Uncle Ben about it in the kitchen, and praised him again and again for being 'enlightened'.

Aunt May, who had a veto power at home, began to abuse her privileges, and she cut everything out of Peter's activities, and confined his space to his bed. Lying in bed with nothing to do, Peter's only pleasure other than reading was to exercise his abilities.

He might be able to lift his bag with the Force now, but getting a little pin to dance briskly on paper is hard. Since Peter couldn't make much movement while lying in bed, now was a good time to exercise his ability to control finely.

From the initial direct piercing of the paper, to the later ability to use the Force Control Pen to write barely recognizable words, this progress took Peter more than twenty hours of practice, and countless pieces of paper and pencil sacrificed. Now Peter has dared to use the Force to manipulate his homework directly.

Looking at his pen hovering in his notebook and writing lines and lines, Peter couldn't help but think of a scene from the Harry Potter movies, and giggled.

However, it turns out that no matter how interesting a thing is, if you ask a sixteen-year-old boy to do it repeatedly for a week, it can quickly become boring.

"Uncle Ben, I won't take leave for old Jimmy's class tomorrow, okay... Come on, I'm really getting better, and I'm just going to sit in the store, and I don't have any physical work. Since he couldn't impress Aunt May, Peter could only find another heavyweight in the family. Peter also deliberately waved his right arm to show that there was no problem at all.

Of course, even though Peter's recovery was much faster than normal, the penetrating wounds caused by the guns were not so fast, especially as he was still trying to hide his true injuries. He still couldn't do much in his whole arm, and the tickling sensation of the wound as it was healing made him unbearable. The feeling of thousands of ants burrowing under the skin is really uncomfortable.

And the action he had just made was entirely done with the help of his Force. After the past few days of exercise, Peter is able to perform such difficult movements that simulate arm movements with only mental motivation.

Of course, this technique is still a long way from Dacheng. Just now he exerted a little too much force, and another pain came from the wound.

For the sake of being proficient, it's better to do less of this kind of thing. Peter pressed his screams back into his stomach and looked at Uncle Ben with a smile on his face.

However, it is a pity that Uncle Ben and Aunt Mei are on the same front in this matter. He took out the newspaper and sat down at the table.

"It's useless to ask me, Peter, the doctor advises you not to move for ten days. If you hadn't had your midterm exam next week, I'd probably have taken two weeks off for you. By the way, I'll also help you take your leave next week over there old Jimmy, and he doesn't have any opinions, so don't worry. ”

Frustrated, Peter lay back on the bed. Thinking that this life would continue for at least two more days, a sense of irritability rose in his heart.

Three erasers swirled between Peter's fingers, and in Peter's fantasy they became three fireballs, while he himself was an enigmatic mage. As the spell ended, the fireball between his fingers turned into a rain of fire and fell on the army of evil...

After not knowing how long he had been in his daydream, Peter came back to his senses to find himself staring at the red mask hanging on the wall.

A terrible, but rather interesting idea, popped into his mind.