A Certain Marvel Super Player

The car roars!

"correct."

Locke, who was concentrating on driving, took all the glances from Gwen, who looked sideways and seemed to want to talk, raised his eyebrows, and pointed to the storage compartment on the co-pilot's side: "There is a gift in it that I bought when I came here."

Gwen opened the storage compartment, looked into it, and saw a small packaged box inside.

"mine?"

"Ok."

Locke smiled and glanced at Gwen: "I heard that you are going to give gifts on the first date, but I don't know if you will like it."

Gwen glanced at Locke sideways and took out the small box from the storage compartment.

"Can I take it apart?"

"Of course."

If a gift cannot be opened on the spot, then the meaning of the gift will be worthless.

Of course.

This is what the federal people think. As for the people of the East, it would be a little rude to open the gift in front of the person who gave it.

"God!"

After Gwen opened the small box, she looked at the gift inside and exclaimed.

Locke drove the car into the campus: "Do you like it?"

This is a purple round crystal necklace with a sterling silver pendant in the shape of a small water drop hanging on it, exuding a pure light, the crystal clear purple flickering.

Locke was looking at another diamond necklace worth $60,000.

but……

If he gave that one, Gwen had a 99.9% chance of not wanting it, so Locke settled for the next best thing and chose this not too expensive crystal necklace.

Gwen glanced at Locke and nodded, "It's beautiful, I like it very much."

Locke smiled.

Gwen also took out a flat, but carefully wrapped gift from his handbag. After Locke had parked the car, he handed it to Locke: "My present is not as beautiful as yours."

Pretty?

better not.

His ideal route is to take the route of thugs in suits. The worst way is to take the route of sports men, but the pseudo-mother, even if he has finished drinking the water in the Hudson River, it is impossible for him to take this route.

Man, man!

A bitch?

Oh shit.

Locke opened the gift that Gwen handed over.

Into the eye.

It is also a necklace.

Cross necklace?

Locke moved slightly in his heart, smiled, and looked at Gwen: "Although I am from Texas, I am not a Catholic, but I like it very much, Gwen."

Not every Texas Cowboy is a believer.

Not Locke.

His innate wisdom made him unable to convert to any religion. In the depths of his soul, he told him that gods are all vain. You are useful to me, and I respect you three points. If you are useless to me, I don't care who you are.

Gwen took the cross necklace from Locke's hand, leaned over, put it on Locke, and smiled, "I know."

Locke raised his eyebrows, looked down at the cross necklace hanging around his neck, and laughed. He also took the crystal necklace he chose from Gwen's hand and helped Gwen put it on.

"It's beautiful."

"thanks."

Eyes meet, feeling warmed up.

at this time.

"Cough cough!"

"..."

Rock and Gwen listened to the sound of banging on the window, and when they looked, they saw that Kem, who was also in a playful purple evening dress, appeared outside the car at some point, banging on Rock's windshield.

great.

When you go to Paris, I won't pack any more. If you don't want to go, I'll pack a special plane for you and take you there.

Locke thought so in his heart, looked at Gwen, and got out of the car.

"Wow."

Kenm seemed to be reluctant to realize it. He looked at Gwen, who got out of the car and dressed up. He blinked: "I just, did I disturb your good things?"

Gwen rolled her eyes at Kem.

Locke shook hands with the same boy in a suit next to Ken.

"Locke!"

"Jason."

After Locke let go, he said curiously, "You're not from Zhongcheng High School, right?"

Jason nodded: "Yes, I'm from Trinity High School."

Locke raised an eyebrow.

Holy Trinity College is a private college in Manhattan with private elite education. In simple terms, those who can go to school in it are rich or expensive.

but……

Locke's savings is enough to go to Trinity College. Therefore, for him, being rich or expensive will not work for him. He insists on a very basic point of view.

When people are killed, they die!

"Why didn't I know the dance moved to the parking lot?"

Just as the few people were talking, Mary Jane, who was also in full costume, walked over from the car with her male companion, and introduced herself to Locke and the others. He looked a little feminine, but he was not the man who looked like a sissy. Companion: "Introduce, my boyfriend, Harry, Harry Osborn, from Brooklyn College, but will transfer to our school next year."

Little Green Goblin.

Locke's thoughts moved, and he glanced at Harry Osborn next to Mary Jane.

This is also a poor man.

Another little green goblin whose house was ruined by the little spider.

The little green goblin treats the little spider well. When the little spider was just Peter Parker, he didn't dislike Peter as a poor ghost, and treated him like a buddy.

But so what?

After Peter Parker made his fortune, in a blink of an eye ~www.readwn.com~ left the little green goblin behind. Even, the little green goblin asked him for some blood, but the little spider refused without even thinking about it.

What is this called?

Wolf heart and dog lung.

White-eyed wolf.

Unfamiliar!

Locke can continue, but it's not necessary, it's clear enough.

soon.

Cindy and Kahn also came.

Like Mary Jane, Cindy complained about whether the ball had been changed to a parking lot, and then a few people walked towards the gym chatting and laughing.

Locke walked with the boys, like a flower guardian, walking behind their female companions.

As the stadium got closer, the music and laughter over there became clearer.

In stark contrast to this place, is the New York operation center of Aegis, where the atmosphere is about to condense into substance.

Nick Fury crossed his arms without saying a word, watching the surveillance video of the artificially erased stairwell on the big screen.

beside.

A young man with naturally curly hair slapped his computer excitedly and cracked.

"This guy is amazing."

"How powerful?"

"Reminds me of the way the guys at the CIA attack."

Nick Fury listened to this sentence and looked at Walter O'Brien, one of the top known hackers in the Federation and one of the most intelligent people in human history who was invited to participate in the repair monitoring work: "You mean, hacked Is this monitoring by the CIA?"

Walter shook his head and spoke while working: "I'm not sure, I just said that this kind of modification and erasure method is very similar to the method used by the CIA."

Nick Fury: "..."