"Really?"
"Succeeded?"
After ending the call with Dr. Connor, Hawk felt quite amazed as he put down the phone.
After all, he originally thought that since this world only had the Spider Spirit and not The Amazing Spider-Man, it was unlikely that Dr. Connor's rebirth experiment would succeed.
Never did he expect...
As Hawk got up and walked out of the bedroom, he was reflecting on the conversation he had just had with Dr. Connor.
Dr. Connor was in a good mood, so he shared some detailed information with Hawk.
For instance, during the recent mouse experiment, it was thought that this experiment would end in failure like the previous ones.
An unexpected result occurred.
One of the mice, after being injected with the Lizard Serum, initially showed no life signals, but after a while, the life signals reappeared. Moreover, this mouse had escaped during an accident last month, and its severed tail surprisingly regrew at an observable speed once its life signs returned.
This discovery greatly excited Dr. Connor.
Hawk felt it was quite miraculous.
But it was only a momentary amazement.
Once out of the bedroom, Hawk sat at his folding table, got on his computer—a beauty he bought from Skye for five hundred US Dollars—and put the matter aside.
More than whether Dr. Connor's experiment succeeded, he was concerned about what was really going on at the Quantico Base.
Soon enough.
After searching through some information online, Hawk's expression turned strange again.
No invasion.
Just an exercise.
It was a newspaper from Washington D.C. that covered the invasion alarm incident at Quantico Military Base.
However, the base's news spokesperson denied the invasion claims, stating it was just a routine exercise that unexpectedly encountered a building collapse accident, resulting in over a dozen soldiers tragically dying during the exercise.
Hmm.
Quantico attributed everything to the exercise.
Which is quite normal.
To reiterate.
That's Quantico, where the Marine Corps is located, next to the Federal Police Academy of the FBI, and beside the CIA's Langley Headquarters. Under these circumstances, no matter what, the military base will certainly never admit to an invasion,
As for the rest...
Hawk couldn't find any useful clues after a search.
Even the body of the young black man wasn't linked to any related reports.
Either the young black man's body hasn't been found.
Or the young black man's death isn't even significant enough to draw media attention.
After all, every year—no, every day—many young blacks die for various reasons; a young black man with no status dying without making a ripple is normal.
Hawk pondered, shook his head, closed the computer, and stood up to go into the bedroom to sleep.
The next day.
Hawk was awakened by the ringing phone.
Lying in bed, he opened his eyes and saw the frame in front of him, then reached out with his right hand to pick up the phone charging on the bedside table.
"Hello."
"Come downstairs."
"..."
Hawk paused for less than a second, then got up from bed, put on his T-shirt, walked to the living room window, opened it, and saw Gwen waving at him from across the street, next to the yellow Corolla.
Oh.
No, it should be girlfriend Gwen.
He still felt a bit incredulous.
Just to say it again.
Gwen Stacy is my girlfriend now.
Hawk thought inwardly, smiled, and waved back at Gwen downstairs, before hanging up and heading towards the door.
In no time.
Appearing at the apartment building entrance, Hawk crossed the street to greet Gwen.
"What's up?"
"Are you free tonight? My mom invited you over for dinner."
"Uh..."
Lemon perch!
When Gwen invited him over for dinner, the first thought that flashed in Hawk's mind was this dish.
After all, this dish is quite renowned in a sense.
With thoughts swirling, Hawk looked at Gwen's expectant gaze in front of him, thought for a moment and nodded.
"Alright."
"Then it's settled. What are you planning to do later?"
"Um, head to the library to read."
"..."
After Hawk said this, he saw Gwen silently smiling at him, and chuckled: "This time I'm really going to the library to read."
After all, school starts tomorrow.
Twelfth grade, the final year of high school. If everything went smoothly, someone from New York University would come for a final assessment and scholarship confirmation this semester.
Though he verbally mentioned he didn't even care whether he got into New York University.
But...
If possible, he still wants to go, because pursuing law at New York University and trying to become a prosecutor or even a judge was his dream before awakening his Little Cosmos.
Moreover, the past three years have been dedicated to this goal.
Gwen earnestly looked at Hawk, then broke into a radiant smile.
"Then let's go."
"Where to?"
"Aren't we going to the library? I'm heading there too, conveniently. After reading, you can ride back home with me, but you have to accompany me to Osborn Biotechnology first."
"Get in."
Watching Gwen talk while walking to the driver's seat and opening the door, Hawk didn't hesitate, and got into the car from the passenger's side.
As he just mentioned.
He genuinely planned to go to the library to study today.
Work-life balance, you know.
In the Little Cosmos, the Phoenix Star Map metamorphosed into a Phoenix, absorbing the colorful Gammanien from Quantico Base swirling within the Phoenix Star Map.
Phoenix is still exerting all efforts to refine the Gammanien.
The entire day Hawk and Gwen, after leaving Osborn Biotechnology and arriving at the library, spent quietly immersed in reading books.
He wants to go to New York University.
Gwen wants to go to Berkeley.
Hmm.
Both are striving for their future.
By the afternoon.
When Hawk left, he registered and took the book he hadn't finished reading.
As he walked out of the library, Gwen was already waiting in the car.
The man beside, who quickly rushed to borrow books just now, screamed when he saw the parking ticket stuck on his wiper.
As Hawk observed, getting into the car, he curiously asked, "Didn't your car get a ticket?"
Gwen shook her head, smiling, "Dad registered my license plate in the police system."
Hawk realized.
...