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Gwen looked listlessly at Little Lamb.
"I really envy you. You don't have to go to school."
She looked as if she had swallowed a whole ton of lemons.
Little Lamb blinked his eyes innocently.
"No school? But Papa said I have to go to school when we get home too!"
Speaking of this, Little Lamb's face was filled with anticipation.
Gwen looked Little Lamb up and down, paused slightly, and asked nervously, "Did you grow up again?"
Little Lamb gave a mischievous grin.
"It seems so!"
He bit his thumb and suddenly spoke in Mike's voice: "My Little Lamb, how have you grown again? How old are you now? Three and a half? No! You're already four years old!"
Gwen was surprised at first, then said helplessly, "What is going on with that voice?"
"Voice imitation. It's a new ability!"
Little Lamb said dejectedly, "New abilities are appearing more and more frequently. I have to keep training all the time."
"Training?" Gwen frowned. "If this keeps up, you'll have more and more abilities. You'll never finish training them all."
Hearing this, Little Lamb's small face scrunched up even more.
"What should I do then?"
Mike had told him that if he didn't master all his abilities, he wouldn't be allowed to go to school.
Gwen rallied her spirits and sat up from the sofa.
"How about you just pretend those abilities don't exist?"
"Don't exist?"
Little Lamb was confused.
"Exactly!" Gwen said enthusiastically. "Except for a few abilities that you actually use, just pretend the other ones don't exist. How about that?"
"Not a good idea!"
Mike's helpless voice rang out.
The two turned their heads to look.
"Dad!"
Gwen stuck out her tongue, acting cute. "But it's too pitiful for Little Lamb to keep practicing new abilities all the time."
"Him?" Mike glanced at Little Lamb and said resignedly, "He's just being lazy."
"Unless the ability is very powerful or high-level, he only needs to practice ordinary abilities for a little while to master them. Only after mastering them can he pretend they don't exist."
Mike rubbed Little Lamb's head and said, "It is precisely because new abilities constantly appear that he needs to strengthen his training now, while his control is still weak. Once his control over himself reaches a certain level, even if he awakens a new ability, it won't cause any issues for him."
"Oh!"
Gwen responded, signaling that she couldn't help Little Lamb anymore.
Little Lamb pouted, looking somewhat unhappy.
Mike bent down and tapped Little Lamb's nose.
"Think about it. If you awakened an ability that grew horns on your head or a tail on your butt, could you just pretend it didn't exist?"
Little Lamb froze for a moment, then shook his head rapidly.
"See, exactly." Mike stroked Little Lamb's head. "If you practice well, I'll make you something delicious for lunch. Your favorite!"
"Okay!"
Little Lamb immediately threw his little bit of reluctance to the back of his mind and flashed a brilliant smile.
Gwen twitched her lips.
Kids are just kids; they can be bought with a little bit of food.
"Gwen, what do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."
"Crispy Fried Pork!"
"Fine, go mop the floor!"
"You got it!"
New York, Midtown School.
This institution was divided into a junior high and a senior high school section.
Today was the first day of the new semester, and also the first day for new students to enroll.
At the school gate.
Peter, carrying his schoolbag, stood at the entrance early in the morning.
Wearing his new glasses and holding his bag, he waited quietly for his friends to appear.
They were still in the same school; this was the thing Peter was happiest about.
"Hey! Look! There's a nerd over there!"
A piercing mockery reached Peter's ears. Peter looked in the direction of the voice and saw several boys standing together, pointing at him with expressions like they were looking at a future toy.
Some people, on the very first day of school, are identified for a miserable fate of being bullied.
Clearly, they had marked Peter as an easy target.
However, while Peter might have looked easy to bully, thanks to his time dealing with Titan Squad matters alongside Gwen and the others, he wasn't actually weak.
So, he simply glanced at those boring kids and looked away.
The members of the Titan Squad were people who did big things; he wasn't going to pay attention to these bored brats.
But while that was what he thought, the boys didn't see it that way.
Seeing Peter look at them and then hurriedly look away, they assumed Peter was afraid of them. They exchanged glances, smiled wickedly, and walked toward him.
To encounter such a cowardly soft egg on the first day of school meant the next couple of years wouldn't be boring.
Watching the group surround him, Peter calmly pushed up his glasses.
"What do you want to do?"
If this were the old days, he would have been scared into a quail-like state long ago. Now, although his heart still raced a little, he could handle it with composure.
"What do we want to do? We just want to have a good 'chat' with you."
The lead boy sneered, pressing his palms together and cracking his knuckles. The two boys beside him crossed their arms and laughed coldly.
Peter remained calm.
"According to reports and psychological research, people like you enjoy bullying those you perceive as weak to demonstrate your own existence and superiority, and to attract the attention of others."
The three boys were stunned.
Was this guy really this calm?
Did he not know the three of them were here to cause trouble?
However, Peter's words pierced their egos, making them angry.
"It is truly pitiful that such people have nothing other than their fists to give them a sense of superiority."
As Peter spoke, he watched the three who were on the verge of throwing punches, a look of mockery appearing on his face.
"Look, just like the three of you!"
"You're asking for a beating!"
The lead boy strode up to Peter, reached out to grab his collar, and yanked hard, pulling Peter's face close to his own.
Peter continued to smile and pointed a finger above their heads.
"You had best look at that thing up there."
The three looked up and saw a surveillance camera pointed right at them.
"Surveillance," Peter smiled. "It's a good thing, a CCTV camera."
"So what?! If I want to hit you, can that thing stop me? Hah!"
The lead boy shouted angrily.
In the past, the soft targets he picked on would crumble just from a scare. What was wrong with this guy today?
Peter's face was full of ridicule.
"I won't stop you."
He spread his hands. "The camera will record the entire process of you hitting me. This will become evidence of your assault."
Hearing this, the three panicked slightly.
Peter continued, "I will go get my injuries verified, then call the police directly and hire a lawyer. The police will call your homes, the lawyer will sue you, and you will not only be expelled from school, leaving a stain on your life's record, but you will also get a good 'education' from your parents, who will have to pay a large sum of money in compensation."
At this point, Peter looked at the three mockingly and whispered, "So, go ahead and hit me. I won't fight back."
The three boys were dumbfounded. The boy holding Peter's collar was so scared he let go and shouted loudly, "I didn't hit you!"
With that, he and his two accomplices turned and ran.
Peter straightened his collar and exhaled gently.
See, words are also a weapon.
"What happened? Someone looking for trouble again?"
At that moment, Luke appeared behind Peter, patted him gently on the shoulder, and looked at the three burly boys running away.
"They didn't understand what the law is, so I explained it to them."
Peter smiled and looked behind Luke, a flash of disappointment crossing his face.
"Um, Gwen hasn't come back yet?"
Peter couldn't help but ask.
Luke shook his head. "I've been keeping an eye on their house. They don't seem to be back yet."
"Something couldn't have happened, right?"
Peter asked worriedly. Seeing Luke looking at him with a weird expression, he paused, blushed, and muttered, "I'm being stupid. With Uncle Mike there, what danger could there be?"
Luke smiled. "Don't worry. Gwen said she could make it back, so she definitely will."
Peter nodded.
"Wow! Look! What kind of car is that? It's so cool!"
"Yeah!"
"Must be a rich person!"
"Tch, just an idiot second-generation rich kid. What's so great about it!"
Listening to the discussions, Peter and Luke smiled and said in unison, "It must be Harry!"
The two turned around. Looking at the car stopping at the school gate, they couldn't help but smile.
This guy loved showing off as always. Coming to school on the first day in a car worth millions—he became famous in the school instantly.
"Hi! You guys are here so early!"
Mary greeted them, appearing beside the two, but her eyes were fixed on Harry stepping out of the car.
Neatly combed hair, handsome features, and a brilliant smile...
As soon as Harry appeared, he attracted a lot of attention.
He smiled as he walked toward the trio and hugged them.
"Haven't seen you for a whole summer break. You three have changed quite a lot!"
He looked them over. "Peter has gotten a lot more handsome! Luke got buff again! As for Mary... you smell nice. I really like your perfume."
Mary's eyes lit up, her face full of pleasant surprise.
"Huh? Where's Gwen?"
Harry turned his head, frowning. "Why hasn't she come yet?"
"Let's wait," Luke said indifferently.
"I really envy her, playing for the whole summer vacation."
Harry's words were thick with sour jealousy.
"What's wrong?" Mary asked with concern.
"Nothing! It's just that my summer vacation was worse than having none at all!" Harry laughed bitterly. "My dad made me study at the company for a week."
"Who told you to be named Osborn? You have to inherit a big company in the future!"
Luke comforted Harry, though his face wore a gloating smile.
"Shoo, shoo!"
Harry looked at Luke grumpily and lowered his voice. "Gwen is a Kent, so why doesn't she have to be that tired?"
Peter pushed up his glasses and said calmly, "Because she has three even more powerful older brothers."
"Hiss!"
Harry sucked in a breath of cold air.
He couldn't refute that.
"Hehe!" Luke draped his arm around Harry's shoulder and grinned mischievously. "Why don't you ask your dad to have two more sons or something?"
Harry drove an elbow into Luke's chest.
"Ouch!"
Luke stumbled back, holding the wall with a face full of feigned agony, his finger pointing tremblingly at Harry. "You injured me! Don't think about me getting up without a million dollars!"
"A million?" Harry clenched his fist and sneered. "How about I just beat you to death and pay you ten million instead?"
"You're so vicious!"
Luke swallowed hard.
"Haha!"
"Hehe!"
Peter and Mary couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"What are you laughing at?"
Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out beside them.
Joy appeared on all four of their faces.
"Gwen!"
Gwen narrowed her eyes happily. "Were you guys waiting for me?"
"Of course!"
Luke said bluntly, "You made us wait so long, you definitely have to treat us to a meal!"
Harry nodded frantically and patted Peter, giving him a wink. Peter gave a soft sound of agreement.
"Ha! No conscience!"
Gwen grumbled, adjusting her backpack. "And here I even brought you guys gifts."
She swung her backpack onto her shoulder, grabbed Mary's hand, and said, "Let's go, ignore these smelly boys!"
Saying that, she pulled Mary along as they rushed toward the school.
"Hey! Even with gifts, you don't get out of treating us to a meal!"
Luke and Harry shouted as they chased after them.
Peter watched their retreating figures, smiling involuntarily, before his gaze settled on Gwen's back.
"It's really good that everyone is still together."
Watching Gwen enter the school, Mike's figure flashed and disappeared. When he reappeared, he was back in his own home.
"Papa! Are we about to leave?"
Little Lamb ran over, raising a small face full of anticipation toward Mike.
Looking at Little Lamb, who had grown significantly again, Mike smiled. "Are you ready?"
Little Lamb nodded excitedly.
Raven rubbed the little guy's head and couldn't help asking, "Honey, will Lamb really be okay?"
Mike hummed in thought and nodded. Little Lamb patted his own chest and promised Raven, "Mama, absolutely no problem. I've already controlled the time ability. My growth rate has returned to normal!"
It was precisely because Little Lamb had controlled this ability that Mike decided to send him to school.
However, because of this ability, although only a few months had passed, for Little Lamb, five years of time had elapsed.
"What if he awakens other abilities at school?"
"I will control them immediately!"
Little Lamb's expression was very serious, and indeed, he had the capability.
Raven looked at Mike, her eyes still holding that worry unique to mothers.
Mike nodded. "Don't worry, that is Kent Star. Even if he awakens an ability, the school has plenty of experience in dealing with it."
With that said, Mike opened a portal. He and Raven took Little Lamb's hands, stepped through together, and arrived at their home on Kent Star.
"You're here!"
As soon as the three appeared, Charles's voice rang in their minds.
After a moment, Charles appeared before them. He bent down to pinch Little Lamb's cheek, then said to Mike, "Dad, leave it to me. I'll take him to school."
Mike nodded.
Little Lamb excitedly grabbed Charles's hand and dragged him outside.
Watching the two leave, Mike suddenly leaned close to Raven and whispered in her ear, "Finally, we have time for just the two of us."
Raven rolled her eyes at Mike grumpily, but couldn't help letting out a soft laugh.
(End of Chapter)