Author: Fang Yi who escaped

"Failed again?"

Gwen put down the drumsticks helplessly and let out a breath.

"It seems that I am a person who is always close to failure."

After complaining to herself, Gwen picked up the drumstick and began to beat the rhythm she had just practiced.

“Bum Bum ba-da-da-da!”

As she skillfully struck out the melody on the drum set, Gwen frowned again.

"Maybe the drum is too soft for me."

She stood up and circled around the drum kit in an irritable mood.

Ever since she was bitten by a spider, she felt that her playing level had deteriorated more and more.

It wasn't that she neglected to practice or that her talent level had plummeted, but that she always felt uncomfortable playing.

As her strength increases, her touch on the drum becomes softer and softer.

The drummer she likes is Bauer from the Skeleton Band. He looks like a big white bear, 1.98 meters tall, and his arms are thicker than the average person's calves.

When the other party plays the drum, with the strength of his hands and feet, he can easily break the sound of the drum.

Now that I am stronger than my idol Bauer, I often break notes or steal the show because I am too explosive when playing.

"It seems that the identity of a superhero is closely related to my own life. I thought I could distinguish it."

After muttering something in a low voice, Gwen sat down and continued practicing.

After tapping for a while, I thought about the battle with that bastard driver during the day.

A guy with such quick reflexes and strength is definitely not an ordinary person.

And why do I always feel that the aura exuded by the other person feels familiar to me?

Also, why did that guy hit me with his car?

Now she feels like her head is in a mess and she can't figure anything out.

"Hey Gwen, do you need me to give you a ride?"

Betty suddenly opened the door to the practice room and asked Gwen.

Behind her was a simple pulley box containing her bass.

Betty pulled the simple pulley box towards Gwen, making a "gurgling" sound on the ground.

"No, no need. I want a corn sausage now."

Gwen shrugged his shoulders and said, "I think I've been short of supplies recently."

"Okay, I won't buy you corn sausage."

Betty waved goodbye to Gwen, "I guess you have to walk back."

"Hmm, that's about it. I want to have dinner with Peter."

After separating from Peter during the day, she originally planned to meet up at Peter's house.

Later, because I wanted to eat corn sausage and milkshake, I decided to eat at a restaurant outside.

Of course, the most important thing is to be with Peter.

After becoming Spider-Woman, she enjoys such a peaceful life even more.

After talking to Betty for a few words, Gwen looked at her phone and saw that it was still half an hour before the appointed time.

If you don't walk, but swing with a net, 30 minutes is more than enough.

"Okay, Gwen, see you tomorrow."

After Betty said goodbye to her, she pulled the box and left the practice room.

"Whoosh!"

Spider threads emitted from Gwen's wrist and swung between high-rise buildings.

There was the whistling wind in my ears, and cars speeding by at my feet.

When she almost reached the target restaurant, she climbed to the shadow of a nearby building, stuck her feet firmly on it, and took out her jacket from the bag on her back.

After looking around to see that no one was there, she quickly changed into casual clothes and stuffed the spider uniform into her schoolbag.

"It never hurts to be cautious."

Gwen jumped to the ground in the alley, zipping up her coat to resist the cold wind, and whispered to herself.

After walking out of the alley, I saw Peter standing outside the restaurant on the street across the road, staring boredly at the cars coming and going, looking a little impatient with the wait.

"Hi, Peter. Am I not late?"

"No, you arrived on time."

Peter replied to her calmly.

"That's good."

Gwen exhaled and said: "I am practicing being on time now. This is a practice process."

She didn't know what she thought of, put her hands in her pockets, and looked a little depressed.

"People should try to be on time, bad things will happen when you don't."

She thought of the regret that concerned her most.

Because of my lack of punctuality, I missed seeing my mother for the last time.

Peter looked into Gwen's eyes for a long time, then slowly turned around.

The restaurant's signature "Five Guys" caught his eye.

Looking at the customers coming in and out, Peter frowned slightly and asked Gwen: "So, you invited me here, Gwen, because you want to go in and eat?"

"Yes, Peter, you can always guess my plans, whether they are planned or unplanned."

Gwen regained her composure and prepared to enter the restaurant to enjoy delicious food and a date.

After seeing Peter's frown, she asked tentatively: "Don't you like it here?"

"Too many people."

Peter shook his head and said.

Although the "black light virus" was in his body and its infectivity was much weakened, he still tried his best to avoid entering crowded places while eating.

On weekdays at school, he rarely eats.

"Okay, maybe we can change to another place. I heard that the milkshakes in this store are good, so I chose this place."

Gwen turned around frustrated and prepared to leave.

"etc!"

Peter hesitated and stopped Gwen who was about to leave.

He walked to the ordering counter of Five Guys and bought a milkshake.

Then, with Gwen's surprised eyes, he handed her the milkshake.

"Uh thanks!"

Gwen took the milkshake somewhat unnaturally and thanked Peter.

"You're welcome, just think of it as my apology to you."

Peter, who bought a milkshake for Gwen, said casually.

Just treat it as an apology for kicking you out and almost causing you to be hit by a large truck.

Gwen naturally didn't know Peter's inner activities at this time. She happily took the milkshake and asked Peter: "Why do you need to apologize?"

"No comment!"

"Okay, I accept your apology. Maybe you are from the future, maybe you have done something in the future to make me angry, so come and apologize in advance."

Gwen said with great imagination.

"It tastes really good. Do you really don't want one?"

Gwen tasted the milkshake and showed an intoxicated expression.

"unnecessary."

Peter got down to business, "I checked the license plate number of the vehicle that attacked us during the day."

When it came down to business, Gwen immediately put down the milkshake in her hand, "I remember Peter, you have good computer skills, and you said before that you wanted to be a game designer, but... are you sure you want to be a game designer, not a game designer?"

Hacker?"

Ignoring Gwen's teasing, Peter said directly: "The license plate number was traced to Osborne Enterprises."

Peter said something that stunned Gwen, "Maybe the two of us, or one of them, can attract their attention."

"So, Gwen, are you going to be the one that stands out and gets Osborne Enterprises to pay attention?"

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