Knowing that Harry might be busy right now, Peter found it odd that he didn't have the only friend among his teachers. Not only was there no one to pass notes in class, no one to chat at the end of class, and even at lunchtime, no one went with him to occupy a place at the table, so he had to enjoy his lunch quietly in the corner of the playground.

Before the bell rang, Peter had sent seven or eight texts to Harry in a row, and Harry didn't reply until after dinner.

"It's been a bit a lot lately, how about we have a lunch together on Saturday and Saturday?"

Looking at Harry's reply, Peter's forehead began to wrinkle.

Saturday...

Saturday was a day of great interest for Peter: it was the first anniversary of Peter and Gwen's acquaintance. Although Peter himself is not interested in these 'festivals', if he really dares to forget, Gwen can have a bad temper with him for half a month.

However, this arrangement is not in conflict. He had already booked a table for dinner at a nice Italian restaurant, and he had also prepared tickets for two chapters of the movie beforehand. Having lunch with Harry, and having some afternoon tea by the way, and then meeting Gwen, there is still plenty of time.

With that in mind, Peter gave Harry an affirmative answer.

Then comes the long time for homework and exam papers.

The third year of high school is always busy. Although the United States does not have the almost inhumane amount of study and homework in some countries, it is enough to make students feel like every second is a long time. Saturday came quietly in the midst of this difficult time.

At half-past twelve o'clock in the afternoon, Peter arrived at the front door of the restaurant on time. After saying Harry's name to the hostess, Peter was ushered to a quieter table at the back of the dining room.

Harry hadn't arrived yet. Peter took advantage of the moment to look around a little. The restaurant looks quite luxurious, and the prices on the menu make him a little staggering.

Looks like this meal is going to be Harry's treat again.

Although Harry is not bad at all as a rich second generation of rich second generations, Peter will often feel a little embarrassed like this.

After almost fifteen minutes of waiting, Harry was late.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. There was a little mistake when I was sorting out the documents just now, didn't I wait too long? Harry, dressed in a suit, remained unchanged and sat across from Peter with a big grin. But even so, Peter could see the exhaustion he was trying to hide.

As he was talking to Peter about the situation, he looked rather haggard, and his originally handsome face also had two rather obvious dark bags under his eyes. While talking, he also makes a hache from time to time.

“... Anyway, my dad has started to get me used to the flow of most businesses. In fact, to be honest, it is not so difficult, it is a real consumption experiment. As for the research projects in the lab, my dad didn't let me touch them. I guess I'm not ready yet. ”

With that, Harry gave a halt again. At this time, the waiter also brought the two people's drinks. Peter ordered a mango juice, and Harry asked for two full cups of coffee.

He picked up one of the cups and poured the whole cup down his throat after testing the temperature. His whole body shook from the sudden injection of caffeine, and his whole body was refreshed.

Seeing him like this, Peter was born with a sad face: "It's really not good for your body like this. It's better to drink less coffee. ”

"It's okay, it's okay." Harry, who had come back to life like a chicken's blood, smiled and waved his hand. "Now it's like two or three cups a day, and I really can't hold on without it."

"Two or three glasses? That's not much!? "Peter didn't let go of the subject." Please, you're now on coffee, and you're going to collapse in the long run. ”

"There's no way to collapse... I basically wake up at half past six in the morning and stay busy until almost the early hours of the morning before I can go to bed. I'm afraid I won't be able to survive two days without coffee. ”

Harry immediately began to complain, and it seemed that he had had had enough of it for most of the last week. Peter, on the other hand, seized a gap and asked his own question: "When are you going back to school?" ”

"Oh~?" Harry smiled strangely. "Did our Mr. Parker miss me?"

"Wow!" Peter replied with only a roll of his eyes. After the joke, Harry also let out a long sigh, and the whole person lay on the table like a salted fish.

"Alas... I don't think I'll be going back to school. My father has already discussed with the teachers at school, and now it is basically the last week to go back and go through the motions to take the college entrance examination. Even the university has already put me in touch. ”

"Huh?" Peter raised an eyebrow. "Which one?"

"At Cornell University, my father has donated $1.5 million to their new lab. Basically, as long as my college entrance examination score is not too bad, I can get in. ”

“hat the fuck？ Is this the life of a rich man? Peter said he was now very envious, jealous, and hateful. It's so easy to get into an Ivy League university! I'm still struggling with the test papers until midnight every day to get a few points in the college entrance examination..."

"Do you think I don't!?" Harry slapped his desk and continued his long complaint. "What do you think I'm doing every night now? My father hired a few tutors for me. Every day from four o'clock in the afternoon, they took turns to torture me. One-on-one teaching! Not even a chance to be lazy! ”

Peter pursed his lips disdainfully: "It's really the trouble of the eldest young master." Others have broken their heads in order to get into elite cram schools, and you are not satisfied with the fact that you now have a teacher to tutor you. ”

Hearing this, Harry, who was slumped on the table, looked up and looked at Peter with the eyes of a dead fish.

"If you had to go to cram school after school, would you be willing to go?"

“... I don't want to..."

At this time, the waiter also handed over the Chinese food for two. Harry ordered a roast duck with berry sauce, and Peter, who couldn't read the menu, asked for a crab egg muffin. After all, he had eaten ham and egg muffins a few times.

And when the dish was handed to the table, his eyes lit up. A small pile of crab meat that sparkled in the light was placed on top of a pure white and soft water-poached egg, and

Underneath is a crispy English muffin fried in butter. The whole dish is topped with a thick layer of Dutch mayonnaise, which gives off an enticing aroma.

Peter swallowed, he hadn't eaten such delicate food in a long time.

When the poached egg is picked open with a knife, the yolk that has not yet solidified slowly flows out along the incision and mixes with the crab meat underneath it. Peter cut a small piece of the whole egg muffin into his mouth and squinted his eyes happily. The richness of the egg yolk and sauce, the freshness and sweetness of the crab meat, and the crispiness of the English muffin all combine in his mouth to create a wonderful taste.

Looking at Peter's happy face, Harry, who was feasting on it, smiled proudly. He is also clear about the financial situation of his friend's family. All he could do was take Peter out and enjoy it once in a while.

After lunch, Harry hurriedly said goodbye with an embarrassed look. There are many more things in the company waiting for him to deal with. And Peter could only wish his friends in his heart that he would not be too busy in the next few months.

Peter stepped out the door of the restaurant and looked at his watch. It was still nearly two hours before the time he had agreed with Gwen, and the restaurant was not too far from here, so he still had a lot of free time. As soon as his thoughts turned, his footsteps walked towards the Electric City, which was less than a kilometer away.

There's still plenty of time to spare, and Peter wants to visit the second-hand parts stores to see if he can find any good ones. Maybe you might be able to come up with a few great ideas to improve your support equipment while visiting the mall.

Peter walked apatheticly, thinking about his assists. When he saw that the green pedestrian lights in front of him were about to disappear, he quickly increased his speed and trotted forward. And at this moment, the alarm bell in his head suddenly rang loudly.

He subconsciously dodged to the side, just past a car driving behind him, and the driver in the car also yelled at him. With just a glance, Peter could see the driver's face clearly. For some reason, Peter always felt that this man had a familiar face.

"Damn, it's so arrogant to run a red light..."Peter waved angrily at the car that was already heading away, and before he could put his hand down, his body suddenly froze.

He remembered who this man was!