Chapter 1138

God, "if you don't agree, I'll ask again tomorrow."

Are you playing memes with me here?

Su Quan put him down and said irritably: "Are you going to fight or not? If you're going to fight, be quick about it; if not, hurry up and change your clothes. I'll wait for you downstairs."

"Next time, let's fight next time," Peter Parker said casually.

His Spider-Sense didn't give a warning, which meant the other party didn't have any substantial malice toward him. Moreover, the other party possessed extraordinary power just like him, which couldn't help but make him feel a sense of closeness as a fellow being.

Honestly, gaining superpowers and becoming a superhero was definitely something he secretly enjoyed.

But he couldn't reveal his identity to anyone, nor could he show off in front of others. No one knew that the timid Peter Parker who was bullied at school was that superhero Spider-Man who fought crime.

No one knew how many good deeds he had done, how many criminals he had struck down, or how many people he had saved, which made him feel somewhat lonely.

The appearance of this fellow being without malice finally gave him someone he could confide in without reservation, which made him quite happy.

Uh, if he were willing to share the money with him, he would be even happier.

"Bang!"

Su Quan closed the door and left.

Although this Spider-Man wasn't as talkative as the Amazing Spider-Man, he had a kind of honest silliness that made people break their defenses. It was no wonder that after being influenced by the Venom symbiote and becoming Demon Maguire, his behavior was so funny.

Just as he returned to the car, he heard a strange howl, and Spider-Man, wearing his tight spider-suit, descended from the sky, landing gracefully on the hood of the sports car.

"Get down, get in the car!"

Su Quan scolded the cocky Peter Parker down. After he opened the door and got in, Su Quan warned him with a cold snort: "If you dare to step on my car again, I'll mail the repair bill to you!"

Peter Parker wilted instantly. Rich people couldn't be messed with; he was cowed, he was cowed.

Betty Brant turned around, looking at him curiously, and reached out to introduce herself: "Hi, hello, I'm Betty Brant."

"Hi, I'm..." Peter Parker subconsciously prepared to shake hands, but as soon as his hand reached out, his head buzzed.

His Spider-Sense warned him.

A very, very, very strong warning!

Peter Parker was startled and almost jumped up. He glanced at the expressionless Su Quan, retracted his hand speechlessly, and said with a wry smile: "I'm Peter Parker."

"Peter Parker, is this your real name?"

Betty Brant noticed his little action of glancing at Su Quan and naturally wouldn't be angry because he refused to shake hands.

Instead, she felt sweet because of Su Quan's "jealous" behavior.

"You don't know who I am?" Peter Parker was stunned and subconsciously looked at Su Quan.

Su Quan said as if it were none of his business: "Why are you looking at me? I only said I knew Spider-Man; it was you who confessed your identity yourself."

"..."

Peter Parker said gloomily: "Can you pretend you didn't hear that?"

Betty Brant: "No."

"Fine, then pretend I didn't ask." What else could Peter Parker say? He could only sit obediently like a punching bag and listen to the arrangements.

In a deserted alley, Betty Brant held her camera high, counting one, two, three, and took several high-definition close-ups of Spider-Man swinging over the alley.

Then they went to the street and took a few more from different positions and in different poses.

"Alright, that's enough." Betty Brant put down the camera, satisfied.

Peter Parker jumped down from a lamppost and couldn't help but complain: "This is the first time I've known that posing is so tiring. I feel like a monkey being directed by others. I really don't understand why so many people want to be models."

"Because it makes money..." Su Quan said casually.

Peter Parker felt like he had been stabbed in the chest and looked at Su Quan with resentment.

Being a model is for money, so where's my money?

Damn it, I have no money because I was whored by you for free!

The look in one's eyes when they want to kill someone cannot be hidden, even when wearing a mask!

"Stop looking. There's not a single cent for you, but I can arrange for you to intern at Dr. Otto Octavius's laboratory."

"Really?"

Peter Parker excitedly took off his mask and said in disbelief: "I've read many of Dr. Otto's papers. Can you really let me intern at his lab?"

"His experimental project is funded by me. Do you think I can?"

"That's awesome! Thank you, thank you for giving me this opportunity. Don't worry, I will absolutely not affect Dr. Otto's experiment."

Peter Parker excitedly shook Su Quan's hand, and the resentment of being whored for free vanished instantly.

It's just taking a few photos; as long as the uniform and mask are still on, you can take as many as you want.

Su Quan gave him a number: "This is Professor Otto's number. You contact him yourself and just tell him I sent you."

Peter Parker excitedly memorized the number.

"That's it for now. I'll find you again next time we shoot." Su Quan put his arm around Betty Brant and drove away.

Peter Parker chuckled foolishly, yelled "Yeah!", and shot out a spider-web, preparing to go home.

While in mid-air, he suddenly realized he had overlooked a crucial question.

What is his name?!

From the moment they met, he had been led by the nose by the other party. Although they had said a lot and it seemed like he had gained some understanding, now that he looked back, he didn't even know his name!

Fortunately, he knew his girlfriend's name and workplace, so there was still a chance to find him; otherwise, he would have been completely fooled.

If he didn't even know his name, how could he get Professor Otto to agree to let him join the lab? ===== CHAPTER 1140 =====