I'm not Spider-Man, even though I'm parasitized by an alien!

“You can come and see for yourself. We are not divorced, and you have not been deprived of custody of the ‘Queen’, so I naturally cannot stop you from visiting it.”

Helen quickly replied with a text message: "Terrible analogy, but a good idea nonetheless. Looks like I need to change my identity."

"What identity?"

You'll find out when the time comes.

"Okay. I'm looking forward to it."

Peter put down his phone and prepared to go back.

As soon as I stood up, I noticed a white child standing in front of me.

"Sir, may I lend you two dollars?"

The boy, about seven or eight years old, had long light brown hair and a cunning look in his eyes that didn't suit his age.

Today is Wednesday.

Peter glanced at his phone. "It's 10 a.m. You should be at school, not in a park. So, are you skipping school?"

Peter, who made no mention of his own truancy, instead began to condemn children for skipping school.

"I didn't skip class."

The boy who borrowed money from Peter argued, "I'm studying, and this is a way of learning. After all, I can't waste all my time at school."

Peter's interest was piqued by the other party's arrogant words.

"What grade are you in now? Fifth grade, or fourth grade?"

"It has nothing to do with age."

The boy, with his hands in his pockets, said to Peter, “At school, many students have been educated for more than ten years, but their cultural knowledge is basically zero. Although I think the science knowledge taught by the school teachers is very simple, many students are still learning basic algebra after graduating from high school.”

Peter looked at the pretentious kid, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Are you still learning basic algebra?"

"I was already using calculus to solve problems before I even started first grade."

Peter looked at this pretentious kid and wanted to slap him and ask him who he learned this from at such a young age.

"So what do you plan to do with the money?"

He eventually decided to talk to the children properly.

"Buy lottery tickets."

The boy said it with a straight face.

"what?"

Did you borrow money from me to buy lottery tickets?

Faced with such a bratty American kid, Peter slowly reached out his hand.

Slapping him might be the best option.

"Also, I'm not borrowing this money, I'm here to ask you to invest. I can share half of the bonuses I earn with you."

The boy didn't notice Peter's dangerous hand reaching out; instead, he tried to get two dollars from Peter without paying.

"How much money can you give me?"

"At least five hundred US dollars, with a return on investment of 250 percent, is definitely a worthwhile return."

The boy seemed determined to win his lottery plan.

"Really? Why don't you go buy it?"

"Because they won't sell lottery tickets to minors, and there are risks involved."

Peter pulled two dollars from his pocket and asked, "What risk? The risk of losing everything?"

"of course not."

男孩自信的对彼得说道：“我收集了共计45000人的中奖信息，从这些数字中发现一条规律，就是所有中奖的时间，都是在不同年份的11月23日、11月29日和5月27日，而今天就是11月23日。”

Peter nodded. "Is that all?"

"Of course, that's not all. If these three days fall on a Wednesday or Saturday each year, the winning numbers will be limited to a specific formula."

The boy spoke eloquently, “I have already calculated this formula. This formula will generate some numbers that limit the winning numbers to the few numbers I calculated. The probability of winning the jackpot will change from one in ten million to one in two hundred. So as long as you buy 200 sets of numbers, one of them will definitely win the jackpot.”

After listening to the other person's story, Peter felt it was somewhat outrageous.

What kind of lottery company would have such an outrageous loophole?

The boy scratched his head. "I don't have that much money. Also, I suspect that someone deliberately planted code in the lottery company's system. If I claim the jackpot and ruin their business, they will definitely cause trouble for me. As long as I win a small prize, it won't attract their attention."

"I don't want any trouble, I just want to buy a used separator."

He blinked and asked Peter, "So could you buy me a lottery ticket? The draw is about to start."

As he spoke, he handed a number to Peter and asked expectantly.

Seeing how confident the other party was, Peter decided to give it a try.

If you lose all your investment, then dealing with the brat isn't so bad.

ten minutes later.

Peter looked at the lottery ticket in his hand, then at the winning numbers on his phone screen, and fell silent.

He did win the lottery!

And the prize money was exactly as the boy had said, a thousand US dollars.

Is he really a genius?!

Having kept his promise and handed the excited boy five hundred dollars, Peter asked him, "What's your name?"

"Reed Richards."

The boy said his name.

Peter paused slightly upon hearing the name.

Even though he didn't know much about the Marvel universe, he still recognized the name.

Mr. Fantastic from the Fantastic Four is Reed Richards.

The other party possesses an exceptionally high IQ and has long been known as the smartest scientist in the Marvel Universe.

At the same time, his superpower is quite special; his body can change shape at will to meet the needs of different combat scenarios.

But Peter found it hard to connect the boy in front of him with the guy hailed as the smartest person on Earth.

This is the genius scientist hailed as someone who could create "any device, from predicting reality to reversing life and death."

Turning his gaze to the beaming "Mr. Fantastic," who seemed as overjoyed as if he'd received a birthday present, Peter asked, "Do you know Susan Stone (The Invisible Woman)?"

Reed thought for a moment and shook his head. "I don't know him."

"Do you know Doom?"

"No, should I know him?"

Reed tilted his head and looked at Peter. "Are they your friends?"

"No, it should be yours."

As Peter spoke, he reached out and pinched Reed's face, pulling it outwards with force, causing Reed to wince in pain.

It feels normal; it's not the rubber man "Mr. Fantastic" whose body is so elastic that it can be reshaped into any part of his body.

"I don't have any friends named Susan or Doom. My best friend is Ben Graeme."

Reed said without warning.

Upon hearing the name, Peter thought for a moment.

Although I had seen the Fantastic Four movies in my previous life, my memory of them wasn't very clear.

This guy named Ben Graeme seems to be the Thing from Fantastic Four.

Is the "Mr. Fantastic" of this world actually a child?

Peter pinched Reed's cheek, and the young boy got a little angry.

"Your behavior just now was very rude. Perhaps you should explain your actions to me."

Reed spoke in a mature, adult tone.

"Perhaps we can reach a further cooperation agreement, Reed."

Peter, like a creepy old man seeing a cute little boy, grinned maliciously.

at the same time.

Stark Tower.

"Tony, our stock price fell by more than three percent yesterday."

Vice President Obadiah walked into Tony's office, holding a newspaper in his hand, and said to Tony, "Did you say you wanted to acquire 24 percent of Lundin Mining's shares?"

"Although Lundin Mining is embroiled in scandals, this is also a good opportunity for us to acquire them."

Tony glanced at his phone. "Oh, by the way, I ordered a pie. Would you like to try some?"

"We're talking about stocks, Tony. When did you start liking pie?"

"Just last night."

Tony coughed. "I found banana pie to be quite tasty, and it contains potassium, which homeopaths can use to treat mental illnesses."

"Mental illness? What kind of mental illness do you have?"

"Hurt by a woman".

Tony said in a very serious tone.

“I told you long ago, Tony, stay away from those women. Some women aren’t so easy to deal with.”

Obadiah knew about Tony being sued by the beautiful reporter.

"Thank you for your experience, Obadiah."

Tony picked up the newspaper as he spoke, leaning back on the table. "But you don't need to worry about the stock price falling lately. Everyone has forgotten about us now."