No human can resist the charm of the little spiders.

In fact, it was my idea to mass-produce Spider-man related products. It was after they inexplicably became an internet celebrity, and some unknown dolls, clothes, shoes, and backpacks with their uniform patterns began to appear on the streets.

Those were pirated!

Those were knockoffs!

Those were knockoffs!

At the time, Toby felt awkward, and Andrew felt it was funny.

As for Peter, he thought he was super cool.

After a brief moment of anger, I smelled a business opportunity.

Then, Parker Industries had a Spider-man related production department …

We were almost able to cooperate with Disney and create a Spider-man theme park, like Stark's Stark Industrial Expo.

Toby covered his face with both hands and decisively rejected the proposal.

"Why?!

That would be interesting! "I shouted in protest to Peter.

"So you want a fake Spider-man in the park?" Toby helplessly rejected, "Calm down, you two.

Think about the superhero imitation effect, think about whether there is a causal relationship between superheroes and supercriminals, and those … "

"Damn media." Andrew chimed in.

He happened to be holding that day's edition of the Daily Bugle. The headline was JJJ scolding Spiderman (again). Linked to JJJ was the Daily Planet of the neighboring metropolis criticizing Superman for being an alien.

However, the peripherals can be produced.

There were some cute dolls that were pretty good. Anyway, they couldn't be more than the Stark family's Mark armor series of removable dolls with movable joints.

Can you imagine how many generations of Mark Armor Tony Stark has made?

The number is enough to scare the parents of two children to death.

In comparison, the little spiders that don't make many sets of clothes and maintain the same quality are much more approachable.

There is a small matter about Toby that is worth mentioning. When we were about to sign a long-term contract, Toby actually found the OEM that made the fake spiders.

I was rather dissatisfied.

"As a CEO, you seem too soft-hearted," I warned Toby sternly.

Tell him to fix my image.

When the company was still in its infancy, there were small fries everywhere. If Toby showed weakness, his position in the company would be in danger.

"Oh, Xiaonan Xi," Toby replied.

Obviously, Toby didn't change, and he wouldn't change. He was still Toby.

Instead, I was super fierce in the company. I was getting fiercer and fiercer. Even the new supervisor knew that I was fierce.

In this regard, I learned a lot from Chili Pepper. Until one day, I suddenly realized that it was Toby's soft-heartedness that made people like me listen to him and be loyal to him.

Therefore, there was nothing wrong with this.

It was as if they would always save everyone regardless of the cost.

He didn't ask for anything in return.

For in any case, those who were saved (usually) thanked them with a sincere, bright smile.

It was a good thing to fulfill someone's wish.

In any case, due to the above, I missed Peter's pie this morning.

Let's be reasonable.

How big of a deal is that?

It doesn't count.

Right?

It really doesn't count.

When I thought this, I obviously forgot that I was living in a very Netflix love micromovie type of life.

It's simple.

Peter gave Michel the breakfast he was going to give me.

Yes.

That's it.

That's all.

However, the next morning, Michel, who threw her bag on the table that Peter and I shared, didn't seem to have the normal idea of not wasting food. She gave a rare compliment to something.

In other words, she praised Peter's hands for making breakfast.

"Seriously, what time did you get up to bake the pie, Pitt?"

Michel asked, glancing at me as she asked, "I've eaten shepherd's pie last night, I know how disgusting it is.

So I guess that pie wasn't meant for me, right? "

I lowered my head and continued to study my notes, pretending that I was paying attention.

Peter stammered for a bit, then said, "I was just practicing some … don't worry about it, Michel … it was meant for you."

Wow.

I exclaimed in my mind.

That's some guts, Peter, Holland, Parker.

Then Michel sat down in the middle of us, between me and Peter.

To be more clear, we were in the library, using a square table with four chairs.

I sat directly across from Peter, and Nede sat directly across from Michel.

I wanted to??

Great, why didn't I think she would come looking for me.

Now I want to change seats.

Yes, I have a bit of a personal grudge with Michel.

No, I'm not saying she's a bad person.

A long time ago, before she, along with Ritz and Betti, solemnly announced to me that they all liked Peter Holland Park, you could even say that I was Michel's best friend at school.

They liked Peter.

Three.

All of them.

Like.

Peter.

Let's not talk about Betti, I never put her on the list of love rivals.

Ritz dated Peter briefly in high school, and her father was sent to jail by Peter, but she still liked Peter and even ran back to New York for Peter. Well, okay (I guess Ritz is the type to place righteousness before family).

Normally, Betti and I, Ritz and I, would not challenge each other in public.

We would not do anything suspected of being unfriendly to each other in front of Peter, especially in front of Peter.

Maybe it's because we're both more hypocritical, or more sophisticated, whatever.

Only Michel!

She's uncontrollable.

In high school, her motto was to be a maverick, to do whatever she wants, to say whatever she wants, to diss whoever she wants, from Captain America to Stark, she dissed them all.

But it seems to have improved in recent years, I'm not sure what happened.

Of course, after Michelle targeted me and revealed who she was in love with and what she was after, we couldn't be together anymore.

I don't want to say this, because Michel never made it clear, but it's like she thinks I'm a dog in the manger. This indecent description is the most appropriate description I can think of.

Maybe she thinks I'm hogging Peter.

But I'm not even Peter's girlfriend.

In this regard, I just want to say – fuck, as if you didn't do it!

I have to juggle work, how many days a week can I go to school?

How many hours a day can I go to school?

Look at what I mentioned before, how many times can I go to school?

I'm hogging Peter?

Can't you be reasonable?

Who's the one who spends time with Peter at school and strives to have the same electives?

Who's the one who sits in on the compulsory classes?

Who's the one who shares lunch?

No, don't scare me with Peter's patrol, I'm carrying Peter's patrol schedule.

The more time Toby is not in the office, the less time Peter has to patrol, which means my work will explode, in other words, I can't go to school.

Most of the time, the only time I really talk to Peter in a day is the half an hour to an hour when he video calls me at night.

Saying I'm hogging Peter.

It doesn't make sense.

Come on.

I don't want to continue discussing this.

Damn.

Anyway, everyone has their own reasons.

Compared to conflicts of interest in the field of love, I prefer to solve conflicts in the business world.

Conflicts need a reason, and reasons that can be solved with money are much simpler than reasons that can't be solved with money.

The atmosphere became strange after Michel sat down.

I didn't look at Peter, but glanced at Nede.

Nede was trying to shrink himself, trying to erase his presence.

Clearly, there are still people with IQ here who can correctly smell the scent.

"Why did you come to school today?" Michel spoke.

Of course, the person she asked was me.

I pursed my lips, closed my eyes briefly, then opened them again. I quickly took out my workplace routine and gave Michel a reasonable and appropriate smile.

"I have to go to the company after class." I said, "Toby will leave a lot of documents for me." Because it's his turn to patrol today.

It's times like this.

Every time.

Is Michel dangerous to me?

I narrowed my eyes.

I spent a lot of effort thinking about it, but I couldn't figure it out.

What's the point?

Where did the hostility come from?!

Later, I guessed that it might be the way I called Peter's brother's name that provoked Michel.

It's like, waving the flowers on my head in front of her and saying, do you see?

I have the little red flower, I have the right to meow.

"I'll go help you." Peter immediately said.

He must have guessed that my workload skyrocketed because Toby had to patrol. "That's also, uh, my responsibility."

"So, when are you going to deal with our team's report?" Michel raised her voice.

"I …" Peter was stuck.

He was in a dilemma.

I don't want to see Peter in a difficult situation.

Seriously, what's the need?

Come fight me if you have the ability. What's the point of forcing Peter to make a decision on the spot?

So I quickly packed my things, hugged my books, and stood up with my bag.

Peter looked up and stared at me, pleading with his eyes.

But, no.

This won't work.

"I'm going to class." I said, turned around and left the library.

When I stepped out of the library, I suddenly had a sense of déjà vu.

Then I remembered what Andrew said to me in the car that night.

… 'It's like, like, you have to be, third class, you understand?'

… I guess I know where the sense of déjà vu comes from.

Now, maybe Peter can understand how I feel.

Or maybe not.

Whatever, I don't care.