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Eight hundred and sixtieth IX wings for the dream(2/2)

As he spoke, Alvin stepped forward and hugged Mary Jane, who was already in tears, and said with a smile: "I looked up what the Musical Theater Academy is yesterday.

The courses there are good, and even if you don’t do well, you can still come back and be a music teacher. Although they are always sick and the salary is not high, you can still eat, right?"

Mary Jane hugged Alvin's shoulders and began to cry loudly. The pressure accumulated over the past few days was about to crush this girl.

She always thought that she was strong-willed and could risk everything for her dreams, but when Alvin grabbed her hand and began to express her objections, she found that she was shaken.

Even though Norman Osborn came forward to vouch for Alvin to reluctantly agree to her idea, Alvin's kind and caring concern from the heart still made her hesitate.

Mary Jane never dreamed that Alvin would come and admit his mistakes to her face to face, or even admit his ignorance.

After burying her head in Alvin's chest and choking for a long time, Mary Jane raised her head a little embarrassed, looked at Alvin and said, "Thank you, principal!"

Alvin smiled and nodded, put his hands on Mary Jane's shoulders, and said with a smile: "No, actually I should thank you, you taught me a lesson.

Who stipulates that children who leave Hell's Kitchen can only eat bread?

We still have to have dreams, what if it comes true?

Don’t believe that old Norman Osborne. If you need anything, come to me. I know a Ms. Pepper Potts who is very well-connected in New York’s literary and artistic circles..."

As he spoke, Alvin looked at the dumbfounded Peter and Harry with shit eyes, and cursed: "Why don't you go to the solitary room? Do you need me to call a car to take you there?"

After hearing this, Peter shrank his neck, hesitated and said, "Principal Alvin, actually I have been hesitating recently. I want to be a reporter. You see..."

After hearing this, Alvin yelled angrily: "Fart, why don't you become a reporter?

Ask old Parker, Frank, or Cage who would agree with you being a fucking reporter!"

Peter looked at Alvin a little unconvinced and said, "Then you just..."

Alvin didn't give him a chance, and waved his hand and said domineeringly: "Others can do it, but you can't. Get rid of MIT first. You are trying your dream.

You're still young anyway, aren't you?
Chapter completed!
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