One week later.
In the middle of the practice field, Peter's legs were slightly bent, and his hands were gathered at his waist. His movements seemed a bit mechanical, and he stiffly repeated the routines memorized in his mind.
The fist path stretches like flowing clouds and flowing water.
He was trying to sense the "inner power" Strange said. Peter took a deep breath, pushed his palms forward suddenly, and then drew an arc in mid-air, trying to force the energy out of his body.
However, there was silence in the air, and nothing happened.
"I can't do it at all!" Peter sat down on the ground and waved his hands in the air irritably, "This is ridiculous!"
Strange sat aside and said with a smile, "Nothing is difficult in the world. Try again, Peter, and you will always master the key."
"Brother! I wave here like a fool every day, how on earth will this help me learn Magic?!" Peter's mentality is about to collapse.
Strange still maintains the patience of an elder: "Have you read "The True Meaning of Chakra Circulation"?"
"... Read it."
"What does it say in the book?"
Peter sighed, "The rhythm of the body and the clear sky of Mind Stone can awaken the spiritual energy deep in the body and integrate it with physical abilities."
"Exactly. Your physical body has been trained to its peak, but tell me, is your Mind Stone empty?" Strange narrowed his eyes, "Or are you distracted?"
"I'm not distracted!" Peter said angrily, "I... I just can't concentrate!"
Strange smiled, "Isn't this what distraction means, Peter."
"No... I mean, I know the steps, and I'm trying desperately, but nothing happens!"
Strange touched his chin. "I see... it seems like you need to relax a bit. Class time is coming soon, maybe a walk around the school can clear your mind."
Peter muttered, "I am now a preparatory apprentice of Sorcerer Supreme. Do I really need to go to high school classes?!"
"Of course." Strange smiled and stood up to leave, "Besides, you need this rest."
A few hours later.
Peter walked out of the classroom listlessly.
Although he was receiving training from Magic, both the original Peter and Strange insisted that he go to school on time. He couldn't understand why these two guys were so persistent on this matter, but he did not dare to resist Strange - because every time he skipped class for a day, Strange would punish him for three hours of extremely boring mental torture training.
Therefore, he could only stay in school and waste five hours listening to knowledge that he had already mastered or was useless.
Just as he was packing his things and preparing to go back to Sanctum Sanctorum, a call came from behind him.
"Bruce! Wait a minute!"
Peter turned around and saw Mei and Felicity running over with excited smiles on their faces.
He blinked. "Hi, girls, are you happy?"
"Hey, are you free now?" Felicity seemed impatient, "There is a girls basketball game after school, and we urgently need a group of relatives and friends to come and cheer us up!"
Peter was stunned for a moment. "Is there a game today?"
Mei complained from the side, "Yeah, it's really hard to find people to support me."
"Bruce, can you come? Please! This is really important to me!" Felicity clasped his hands together and said in a pleading tone.
"Yeah, come on Bruce, it must be fun." Mei also laughed, "And you really look like you need a change of mood to relax."
Peter rubbed his temples and sighed, "Okay... you are right. Lead the way, ladies."
Felicity cheered. "That's great! Come with me! By the way, would you mind holding up the poster and shouting for me, come on?"
Peter shrugged. "As long as you win, I'll treat you to a big dinner tonight."
"Really?! Are you serious?!" Felicity raised his eyebrows and showed a playful and charming smile.
Peter instantly became vigilant. Mei next to her also blinked in shock, obviously aware that something was wrong with the atmosphere.
Damn it! Oops! This atmosphere is too ambiguous! It must be resolved quickly!
"Uh... of course it's true, little girl." Peter quickly reached out his hand and patted Felicity's head like an old father caressing his daughter.
"It's a deal! Don't break your promise, Uncle Bruce!" Felicity blinked, "Mei! I'm going to the stadium first!"
"Huh? Why are you in such a hurry?" Mei was confused.
"I'm going to warm up and get ready!" Felicity blew a kiss to Peter, "You've ordered the feast tonight!"
"I... I didn't mean that!" Peter shouted loudly.
"I don't care!" Felicity hummed a little tune and ran towards the stadium in a hurry.
"... The atmosphere just now was really embarrassing." Mei.
Peter covered his face and groaned. "Yeah... Now I can finally understand the feeling when you are being pursued by Johnny, it's so weird!"
Mei looked at him. "But don't you think she looks a lot like Felicia from your world?"
Peter turned to look at her. "If Johnny in this world looked like Franklin, would you date him?"
Mei blushed. "What?! Of course not!"
"That's it. Besides, in my heart, no one can replace my Xiaomao."
That night.
"Come on! Midtown Laohu!"
As the announcer shouted on the radio, bursts of cheers broke out in the stadium auditorium. The home team currently leads by 12 points, but the away team is also chasing tenaciously.
Peter was sitting in the fifth row, holding a huge poster above his head that said "Kill them, Team Laohu!". This kind of high school basketball game was a bit boring for him, but he was here, so what else could he do.
However, Mei and Felicity on the court cooperated perfectly, like a pair of comrades who have a tacit understanding for many years. Watching Mei accurately pass the ball to Felicity, Peter couldn't help but think of the days when he and Felicia put on jerseys and fought side by side.
Flash·Flash Thompson is also on the sidelines, and Peter has not taken his class yet. But at this moment, looking at Flash on the sidelines, Peter feels inexplicably happy.
Flash in this world has aged extremely badly. He does not look like forty years old at all, but looks like Uncle Ben in Peter's world, who is in his fifties, with a big belly, wrinkles, and rosacea. In contrast, Flash in Peter's world still maintains a toned figure and mature charm although he has a beard.
Seeing the shiny Mediterranean bald spot on Flash's head, Peter couldn't help but chuckle.
"You know, if you keep staring at him like this, the bald spot on his head might get bigger."
"You are really old, Xiaomao." Peter smiled and turned his head.
I saw the elder Felicia·Hardy standing behind him, looking at him condescendingly. "I heard you touching me three minutes ago."
"It's all the plaster." Felicia pointed to her leg. She had just been discharged from the hospital a few days ago, and Felicity was very happy at the time. At this time, Felicia was wearing a single eye patch and a plaster on her left calf, but she was in good spirits. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a leather jacket, which were a bit avant-garde for a woman of her age, but they had a unique charm on her body.
"Okay, whatever you say will be what it is." Peter smiled, moved his body, let her sit next to him, and put the poster aside.