Lady Snow.
Full name Selena Snow, she is their junior year counselor.
From personal social emotional support to personal development to college guidance, that's all Lady Snow's responsibility.
Unlike public high school counselors who have to handle a hundred or even two hundred students.
But Midtown High School is a private school, so Lady Snow is only responsible for thirty-five students.
This allows her to provide more in-depth, personalized support to the students she's responsible for.
It was another coincidence.
He and Gwen's counselor happened to be Lady Snow.
But...
Originally thinking of taking a quick shower and changing into clean clothes was thwarted, Hawk was urged by Gwen on the way to Lady Snow's office.
Hawk curiously asked Gwen who was beside him.
"Did Lady Snow say anything?"
"No, just asked if I knew where you were, and if I did, to find you and go to her office together."
"Really?"
Hawk heard this, thought for a moment, and looked at Gwen: "Could it be about college, has your early admission to Berkeley and scholarship come through?"
The only possibility he could think of for Lady Snow asking him and Gwen to go to her office together was this.
After all, when this month ends and September starts, they'll already be seniors.
They'll graduate in June next year.
But before that, excellent students have already secured their preferred universities, and universities will also lock in students early.
For example, Gwen is interested in Berkeley.
Located in California, Berkeley is a public research university, known as a public Ivy, and has produced over one hundred Nobel laureates, ranking third.
Gwen shrugged and looked at Hawk: "What about you, still deciding to study law at New York University, not considering Stanford?"
Although New York University also has a very good law program.
But everything's afraid of comparisons.
If compared to Stanford, at least in the law department, Stanford easily beats New York University.
So Gwen was a little puzzled.
"I heard Lady Snow also advised you to prioritize Stanford."
"Because I'm definitely not getting Stanford's scholarship."
Hawk shrugged as well, walking with Gwen toward Lady Snow's office, explaining: "New York University is different, even though I can't get the top-tier scholarship, I'm sure to get some scholarship there, and once I do, I can negotiate a better interest rate if I take a loan."
Yes.
It's that simple.
He also wants to study law at Stanford, and he even wishes to study law at Yale University, then see if he could join some secretive organization.
But...
This isn't a matter of wanting to go, not to mention if they want him, even if they do, the tuition of Stanford and Yale is crushing.
Hawk thinks very realistically.
If he has to take a loan to go to college anyway, why not find a school that will probably give him a scholarship, so he can borrow less?
He doesn't want to still be paying off student loans in his fifties or sixties.
Of course, this was his plan and thought before awakening the Little Cosmos.
Now?
Hawk has even less interest in going to Stanford or Yale.
New York University is good enough, and he is only familiar with New York City in this life anyway, and since he wants to live comfortably, staying in his comfort zone is quite nice.
Gwen listened to Hawk's seemingly joking reason, frowned slightly, intended to say something, but considering Hawk's current situation at seventeen, with no car, house, or phone, she ultimately gave up talking.
Soon.
Hawk and Gwen arrived at Lady Snow's office.
"Knock knock!"
"Come in."
Lady Snow's voice came from inside the room.
Gwen opened the door, looked towards the office, where Lady Snow, who looked to be in her forties, sat behind her desk wearing glasses, giving off a nurturing aura, and greeted her.
"Lady Snow."
"Gwen, have a seat."
"Hawk."
Lady Snow looked at Gwen walking in, smiled, pointed to the sofa, and then looked at Hawk who followed closely behind, sighed and said: "Once more, Hawk, you really should get a phone."
It's really inconvenient not having a phone these days.
When they first enrolled, Lady Snow found out about Hawk's situation and offered to give him an unused phone, but Hawk refused, saying he would get a phone soon.
Then...
From when they entered ninth grade to now almost finishing eleventh grade, when Lady Snow asked about Hawk's phone, Hawk would always reply with "sure, sure, I'll get one soon."
As expected.
Hawk's response this time wasn't much different than before; it was practically copy-pasted.
"I'll get one soon."
"You always say that."
Lady Snow listened to Hawk's reply, felt a bit drained, and just as she was about to continue speaking.
The office door knocked again.
The next second.
An old acquaintance walked in from outside.
Hawk, who had just sat down on the sofa, raised an eyebrow at the acquaintance walking in.
Peter Parker.
But for some reason, Hawk felt that this time Peter Parker looked different from the last time he saw him in the showers.
How should I put it?
This time, in Peter Parker, Hawk saw the shadow of Bully Maguire.
To be precise, if before he saw Peter Parker as just Peter Parker, now he sees Peter Parker as that superhero Spider-Man.
The Maguire version of Spider-Man.
The First Generation Spider-Man.
Yes.
Even though this is the Marvel Cosmos, Spider-Man should logically be the Alliance Version of Spidey.
But the Peter Parker he sees is the Maguire version of Peter Parker.
Very mysterious.
Can't figure it out.
"Lady Snow."
"Peter."
Lady Snow looked at Peter Parker walking in from outside, her eyes lit up: "Wow, Peter, I don't know how, but you suddenly look bulked up after just a few days."
Yes.
If the previous Peter was a stick, now he's a young bull.
Peter, heard her, scratched his head embarrassingly, smiled shyly, and then glanced at Hawk sitting on the couch, freezing for a moment, as if dumbstruck.
Hawk also happened to look at Peter.
Their eyes met.
Hawk saw it clearly.
When Peter Parker's gaze landed on him, Peter's pupils contracted and dilated rapidly in a crazy manner.
As expected.
No surprises here.
Peter should have mutated.
The real First Generation Spider Spirit, who doesn't need technology and shoots webs from his wrists, has successfully gone online.
...