"Thank you so much, Store Manager! You've been a huge help!"
Doraemon's face was full of gratitude as he asked,
"Is there anything I need to offer in return?"
He was well aware of the rules of trading across worlds.
"No need, just a small suggestion! Glad I could help. Consider it a newbie discount!"
Su Yu waved his hand, acting magnanimous.
"You're such a kind soul, Store Manager!"
Doraemon became even more moved.
"Hehe."
Su Yu chuckled, a cunning glint flashing in his eyes.
Did they really think he was some altruistic saint?
Too naive!
As the saying goes: Paid services are nothing to fear; it's the free ones that cost the most.
Now that he had earned Doraemon's gratitude, how could the robotic cat refuse if Su Yu wanted to borrow his magical gadgets in the future?
Sooner or later, Doraemon's gadgets wouldn't be his anymore—they'd carry Su Yu's name!
"All right, Doraemon. Come back anytime you need me. I have some things to take care of now."
Ending the transaction, Su Yu left his room.
Aunt May had just finished cooking.
Under her enthusiastic invitation, Su Yu graciously accepted and enjoyed a hearty meal.
Peter Parker, still sulking, shoveled food into his mouth without a word.
Aunt May sighed helplessly.
What's wrong with this child? she wondered.
He had been fine when he left this morning. Did he and Su Yu have a fight?
She resolved to ask Su Yu about it later.
If it turned out to be Peter's issue, she'd let it slide.
But if Su Yu was the problem? Oh, he'd better watch out!
Two hours later...
"Ugh, you little rascal! Now I have to take tomorrow off again!"
Aunt May playfully pinched Su Yu's arm.
Suddenly, she noticed that his body felt much firmer, radiating an irresistible masculine allure.
This realization left her wanting more.
"Are you made of iron or something? You're so hard!"
Aunt May exclaimed in surprise.
"I can be even harder," Su Yu said with a sly grin, and they went for another round.
Meanwhile, at Gwen's house...
"Gwen, how much do you know about the superhuman who saved you?"
George Stacy looked at his daughter seriously.
Earlier that day, he'd received an emergency call about a villainous superhuman causing chaos.
By the time he arrived, the perpetrator had been driven off by an unknown hero.
After learning that Gwen had been caught up in the incident, George was livid, wanting nothing more than to hunt the culprit down.
However, just as he began investigating, orders came from above: halt the investigation and turn over all related intel to S.H.I.E.L.D.
Left with no choice, George abandoned the case, though it didn't stop him from questioning Gwen about what happened.
"Dad, he's a superhuman! How would I know him? Shouldn't you be more concerned about my safety?"
Gwen huffed and turned her head away.
Inwardly, however, she couldn't stop thinking about Su Yu—especially the image of him bare-chested.
The way he descended heroically from the sky had her utterly captivated.
She also recalled seeing Peter Parker get out of Su Yu's car.
Could that handsome man be Peter's cousin?
The thought left Gwen conflicted. Should she ask Peter for his contact information?
The idea of certain less appropriate images made her blush deeply.
"Dad, I'm going to bed!"
Seeing her father still lingering, Gwen buried her face under the covers to hide her reddening cheeks.
"Gwen, I…"
George sighed and left the room, feeling guilty for not being a better parent.
But really, why was he still asking questions when the investigation was already shut down?
Gwen peeked out from under the blanket, breathing a sigh of relief.
She pulled out her phone, hesitating.
As classmates, she had Peter's number, but calling him out of the blue felt too bold.
And asking directly for a guy's contact info? Far too embarrassing!
"Maybe I can get Betty to help? No, she'd definitely tease me! Ugh, what do I do? This is so frustrating…"
Gwen twisted and squirmed on her bed, caught in an endless loop of indecision.
At the same time, in the offices of S.H.I.E.L.D....
"We've got something, Natasha!"
Hawkeye handed a file to Black Widow.
She scanned it briefly and raised an eyebrow.
"No identity? Could he be an illegal immigrant? Hmm, he's pretty handsome. I'll make contact tomorrow."
She licked her lips suggestively.
"Poor guy," Hawkeye muttered, shivering slightly.
Natasha Romanoff wasn't called the Black Widow for nothing.
For this new superhuman to catch her attention? He'd likely be eaten alive—figuratively, of course.
Not that Hawkeye felt much sympathy.
As agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., they were trained to suppress emotions for the sake of duty.
"Clean up the rest of this mess; I'm clocking out!"
Waving the intel in her hand, Natasha swayed her hips and walked off.
The next morning...
Su Yu woke up early as usual.
After freshening up, he grabbed his car keys and headed out.
Aunt May, having overexerted herself, needed rest, so Su Yu had to take Peter to school again.
Not that Su Yu minded.
After all, those who can do more, should.
Besides, every effort he made would be repaid tenfold. It was always worth it.
When he stepped outside, Peter Parker was already waiting by the door.
"Mr. Su?"
Seeing Su Yu with the car keys, Peter hesitated before asking nervously,
"Aunt May… is she okay? Mr. Su?"