"Please, come down quickly! Ah!!" Peter grappled with Big White, trying to pull him off the bed. But Big White's paws clung tightly to the sheet, threatening to tear it with any excessive force.
Fortunately, Peter had recently become more familiar with his strength; otherwise, the sheets would have been shredded by now.
"Fifty-six points of destruction, six points of goodness," Big White pondered in his mind, absorbed in the system's calculations.
"How many points are needed to evolve the language talent?"
"The language talent evolution requires the exchange of specified good points!"
"How many points?"
"Five points."
"Huh? It can evolve? Why wasn't there a prompt?" Big White was taken aback. He hadn't expected it could be exchanged. Typically, the system would notify him once enough points were accumulated.
"Good points exchange belongs to skill attributes, not evolution, and the host needs to make a choice."
"Why didn't you say it earlier..." Big White thought, reflecting on his earlier efforts to communicate through gestures.
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"Peter, what are you doing?" Aunt May's voice called from downstairs, noticing the commotion.
"It's okay! Just playing with the panda. It's a bit naughty!"
"Okay, just be careful not to hurt it."
Peter, still struggling to get Big White off the bed, was speechless. This is a panda. No matter how cute, it's still a bear. Shouldn't she be more concerned about him?
"Let go! Don't hold me," a deep, honest voice suddenly interrupted.
Peter: "???"
"Who's talking?" He released Big White instantly and scanned the room, alert.
"It's me. I don't like being held by a man," the voice reiterated. Peter's gaze fixed on the panda on the bed.
"...Is it...you talking?" He stared at Big White, astonished.
"Of course, there are only two of us in this room unless someone tragically died here before," Big White replied, sitting up, savoring the moment.
"...Oh my God!! It's really you! A panda? Talking! I must be dreaming! A talking panda!" Peter exclaimed, hands on his head, eyes wide with shock.
"You, a human who can spin silk and swing like Tarzan from buildings, are not so different," Big White remarked nonchalantly, spreading his paws.
"This is completely different! I was bitten by a genetically altered spider, and my DNA changed!"
"And you're a panda! No one would experiment on you!" Peter spluttered, gesticulating wildly. He had accepted his genetic changes after solving the decay rate algorithm and integrating it successfully.
"I evolved and learned to awaken on my own. This world is full of wonders; anything is possible," Big White said, tilting his head.
Peter took a deep breath, calming himself. Given the panda's previous eccentric behavior, he quickly accepted the idea of a talking panda.
"...Okay, since we can communicate now, please get off my bed!" He pointed sternly at the bed.
"Then you have to make me a set of clothes, and by the way, your web shooter, and then send me back to... Sheriff George's house," Big White proposed, considering ways to resolve the current predicament.
His appetite was significant, and Peter's family couldn't sustain him. To eat well and manage his freedom, he needed to communicate with the Smithsonian Zoo.
Returning to Gwen's house meant he could follow George, catch criminals, earn points, and have a steady location for food deliveries from the zoo.
However, he needed a plan.
"As compensation, you can call on me if you need anything in the future. My identity might prove useful."
"Then can you help me wash the sheets?" Peter asked, eyeing the claw marks on the sheets.
"If you're not afraid of them being shredded, I don't mind," Big White replied, flexing his sharp claws.
"Okay, I'll pass." Peter rolled his eyes and turned to his desk, switching on the lamp.
"You can get down now."
"It's dirty anyway. What's there to be afraid of?" Big White muttered, hopping off the bed and heading to the desk.
"Well... I need a stool," he observed, eyeing the tabletop at his chin level.
"I only have a chair. Grab a box from over there," Peter suggested, pointing to some boxes.
"No, I'll just climb up." Big White grabbed the table's edge, attempting to climb, but his short legs made it difficult.
"Hahaha," Peter laughed, watching Big White's legs flail comically.
"Didn't you run so well before? Why can't you climb a table now?"
"I was starving and saw you as a moving ham. Now I'm full and don't feel like moving," Big White quipped, giving up.
"Help me up."
"Okay, okay." Peter lifted Big White with a chuckle, placing him on the desk.
Thankfully, the desk was spacious enough. Though cramped with Big White, it was stable.
"What kind of clothes do you want? Martial arts? Hero from Dragon Country?" Peter recalled Big White's earlier moves and asked.
"No, I want the clothes of a Dragon Country hero, with a bamboo hat and a loose gown..." Big White described the attire from the game "Tai Chi Panda."
Peter opened his computer, searching for martial arts costumes.
"...You can buy these online. Why ask me to make them?" Peter remarked, realizing Big White assumed all clothes were handmade.
"I want elastic material. I grow quickly and don't want frequent changes. And your web shooter should be installed on my arms," Big White replied.
"You're demanding!" Peter raised an eyebrow.
"Don't worry, I'll repay you. If you need help, I can assist. My status might be useful."
"Help me? How?"
"I can ask city friends. They know more than humans."
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With this new understanding, Peter and Big White began to forge an unexpected alliance, ready to face the challenges ahead.