Before he could finish his sentence, Flash’s expression darkened abruptly.
Without warning, he raised his right fist and, with the wind, smashed it hard toward Peter’s face!
The girls around let out a gasp, and a few boys even whistled, waiting to see Peter beaten until he was bruised and swollen.
Peter subconsciously closed his eyes, his whole body tensed up.
But the anticipated pain did not fall.
Only a light “slap” was heard.
A small hand, looking slender and weak, and white to the point of being almost transparent, accurately hooked onto Flash’s wrist.
The force was just right, caught exactly on the tendon of his wrist.
Not a fraction more, not a fraction less.
It was like a precise lock, pinning his fist, which was filled with power, firmly in mid-air just a few centimeters from Peter’s face, unable to move even a millimeter further.
The air went silent instantly.
The people surrounding them were stunned.
The laughter and whistling stopped abruptly, and everyone’s eyes fell on Mio, who was standing to the side.
She hadn’t even changed her posture much.
She was still standing in place, one hand casually hooking Flash’s wrist, with no expression on her face.
Her sea-blue eyes were as cold as ice, as if she had just casually swatted a fly.
Flash was also dumbfounded.
First came shock, then anger and shame flooded his face.
He, a football player over 1.8 meters tall, had actually had his punch blocked by a girl who looked less than 1.6 meters tall and thin enough to be blown away by a gust of wind?
He gritted his teeth, trying hard to pull his arm back and smash it forward again, but that hand, which looked light as a feather, seemed welded to his wrist.
No matter how hard he tried, it didn’t budge.
He could even feel that when the other party’s fingertips applied a little force, his wrist felt a piercing numbness, and his entire arm lost all strength.
“Let go of me!” Flash roared with a red face, his pride completely shattered.
Mio finally spoke.
Her voice was very clear, without any fluctuation, but it carried a coldness that made people unable to ignore it: “Let him go.” Her gaze fell on Flash’s hand that was grabbing Peter’s collar.
Her tone was flat, yet it carried undeniable force: “I don’t want to see fighting at the school gate.
Let him go, and get lost.” “You damn—” Flash still wanted to make a tough threat, but the numbing sensation in his wrist grew heavier and even started to tremble.
He finally realized that this soft-looking white-haired girl was not someone he could afford to mess with.
He gritted his teeth and reluctantly released Peter’s collar.
Peter stumbled back two steps, steadied himself, and looked at Mio in shock, his glasses sliding down to the tip of his nose.
Seeing him let go, Mio also retracted her hand, as if nothing had happened just now.
She raised her hand to tidy her hair and didn’t even give Flash another glance.
Flash looked at her cold demeanor and then at the strange gazes of the people around.
His face flushed red and then turned white.
Even his tough words lacked conviction: “You wait for me!
New girl, don’t think you’re something just because you have some strength!” After dropping this face-saving line, he turned and walked away with his followers, cursing and swearing without even looking back.
The noise at the school gate finally returned to normal, though quite a few people were still secretly looking over, their eyes full of curiosity and surprise.
Mio didn’t pay attention to those gazes.
She turned to walk toward the teaching building, just wanting to turn the page on what just happened and not leave any impression.
“Um…
thank you!” Peter hurried to catch up, adjusting his glasses that had slid down.
His face still carried a blush that hadn’t faded, and his tone was full of sincere gratitude: “Thank you so much just now.
If it weren’t for you, I definitely would have been beaten today.” Mio stopped and looked at him from the side.
The boy in front of her still carried the naivety of a youth, his eyes clean.
Even though he had been badly scared just now, his eyes were full of gratitude, with no trace of malice.
But she knew too well that this seemingly ordinary nerd would become the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man of New York, would be involved in countless dangerous events, and would face Universe-level threats like Thanos alongside the Avengers.
Getting involved with him was synonymous with trouble.
So she just shook her head faintly, her tone distant and without warmth: “You’re welcome.
I just didn’t want anyone fighting at the school gate and causing trouble.”