Rania was hospitalized.
In this accident, several students were injured in Midtown High School, all due to the stampede while escaping.
… Only she was special. She was pressed in by the table.
"I'm sorry."
Peter apologized to his friend while peeling an apple: "If I hadn't left early …"
In the hospital bed, Rania's left leg was hanging and her face was as pale as the bedsheets. She said weakly: "You have apologized many times – it has nothing to do with you, I know."
She slid under the quilt and sighed: "I was too stupid."
In the last second, the body was cutting the monster like cutting melons and vegetables, and the next second, the body was hit by the table and fell to the ground …
Rania was so depressed that she wanted to vomit blood.
Peter was still diligently broadcasting the follow-up to her: "This time, the Spider-man found that someone was transporting the modified people. The location was not far from our school. As a result, he fought all the way to the school."
He paused and said firmly: "It was just an accident. There will never be a similar situation in the future."
With such a big thing happening, the news report must have followed quickly. Just now, Rania was also taken a few photos in the hospital bed. Listening to the satisfied tone of the reporter from The Daily Bugle, you can guess that she must be weak now. Not surprisingly, tomorrow's newspaper headlines will be strongly denouncing the Spider-man.
… Rania hated that her friend was next to her. She couldn't give the reporter the middle finger.
She shook her head: "I know, it's not his responsibility."
Speaking of this, Rania thought about the Spider-man she had seen before and suddenly became curious: "By the way, I saw him wearing … pants before, but isn't that strange? His pants weren't red yesterday, right? "
Peter's eyes fluttered: "… Maybe he thinks red looks good."
… Really?
Rania was puzzled.
Peter recalled Tony's strange expression when he changed his uniform and said in a deep voice, "In short, he is now a handsome public phone booth."
Rania: "It's a mailbox." It's a little shorter than a phone booth.
Peter: "…"
After changing his uniform, he was still just a red mailbox. The little spider felt very desolate.
Her broken leg was still aching, and Rania's complexion was really not good. Her forehead was covered in sweat after a few words, and her breathing was not very stable.
Peter also noticed Rania's expression. He hesitated for a moment before saying, "That masked girl …"
— Ran away.
Rania knew more about this than him. She shook her head to show that she didn't care. She glanced at the dark night outside the window and whispered to Peter, "You should go back."
Peter hesitated. "But you …"
… She's fine, but I don't know if she should pay for the medical fees herself.
Rania sobbed silently in her heart, but she said vaguely, "It's okay, someone will take care of me."
She wasn't comforting Peter — if she tricked him into leaving, she could let Mister appear to take care of her. She knew better than anyone else how to take care of her.
After her affirmation, Peter got up and left. "Well, have a good rest. I'll see you tomorrow."
Rania nodded and waved at him. Watching her friend leave, she let out a sigh of relief, closed her eyes, and let Black Mist come out of the window to change into Mister's appearance downstairs, and then go upstairs to find her.
Not long after, someone knocked on the door of the ward.
Mister closed the door, and under Rania's gaze, he came in front of her.
She had a head of stubborn white hair that had a metallic sheen to it. Her skin was not pale, but the smooth chocolate color of a magazine model. It felt as smooth as silk. Her honey gold eyes were more like those of a feline or a devil from a story. In the end, she had nothing to do with humans.
— This was why Rania didn't dare to introduce Mister to her friend.
Because of the blood of evil creatures, Mister's appearance was even closer to that of a non-human monster. For humans, he even had a sense of deterrence like a higher race to a lower race. He was completely different from the word "good guy". If he took an ID photo and put it on the headlines, no one would doubt it.
… But her skin was really smooth, super comfortable, and cool to the touch. It was cooler to sleep with her in the summer than with air conditioning.
While controlling Mister to pour water for herself, Rania stared enviously at the dark-skinned girl from the bed, and her fingers were ready to move.
Although she wouldn't be tired normally, when she consumed too much energy, Black Mist would still feel sleepy. The battle just now had consumed too much energy, and Rania felt that Mister was a little tired now, so she moved a chair to the bed and lay on the bed to rest.
When Mister closed her eyes, Rania leaned on the pillow and couldn't wait to reach out and touch her face.
It was soft and super nice to the touch.
Rania poked the bridge of Mister's nose and used her fingertips to play with her curly eyelashes. Her eyelashes were also white and a little stiff, like a small snowflake falling into chocolate.
— When Dick hurriedly pushed the door open, he saw an unfamiliar girl lying on the bed, sound asleep, and the girl he had been thinking about the whole time lying on the hospital bed. Her pale face was filled with absent-mindedness, and her fingertips were gently kneading the other party's soft petal-like lips. The familiarity and intimacy that definitely didn't belong to friendship was obvious at a glance.
Dick was speechless.
The sound of him entering the door reminded Rania. She slowly retracted her hand, blinked, and looked in the direction of the door, guessing whether it was a nurse or a doctor who came in.
… Then she heard a familiar voice.
Dick Grésen was silent for a moment, and asked softly, "Is she your girlfriend?"
Rania was speechless.
Rania, "!!!"
Just now …!
Her brain was working rapidly — exposing the existence of Mister was equivalent to exposing her bloodline, and for the time being, she didn't want Dick to know that she was half-evil; she couldn't explain that she was her sister, Dick had investigated her information, and she didn't have a sister; she couldn't explain that she was the daughter of the previous guardian, Dick had been to her house, and there was no trace of a second person living there; she couldn't explain that she was a friend … Not to mention anything else, the action just now had already exceeded the boundary of friendship!
So, there was only …
Dick was still waiting for her answer.
The little girl took a breath, using her strong willpower to control her expression, squeezed out a stiff smile, and spoke softly.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
