"It's Peter, isn't it!"
"..."
During the physics class.
Hawk glanced at the text on the little note pushed in front of him, raised his eyebrows involuntarily, and gave a quick look at Gwen sitting next to him.
Gwen gestured toward the little note in front of Hawk.
Hawk smiled noncommittally and returned the note to Gwen.
He made no comments.
It's one thing that Gwen guessed on her own, but it's another if he nodded in agreement.
The same old saying.
The Spider Spirit didn't betray him, so naturally, he wouldn't betray Peter.
Soon.
After class.
Gwen, holding her books, walked together with Hawk toward the locker corridor, pondering whether Spider-Man could be Peter.
She felt it should be Peter.
After all, Hawk's network was too simple, and considering Peter was previously a weak presence at school, suddenly having a rise out of nowhere.
Most classmates believed it might be because Peter was training behind Hawk.
This rumor led to the belief that Peter might be Hawk's only friend.
Others might not know, but Gwen knew very well.
But precisely because Gwen knew Peter didn't become strong through training with Hawk, she was hesitant to be sure.
Because it's all too simple.
It's like a weak student and a top student tackling the same problem.
The weak student looks at it, "Wow, I got it, choose A," and fills in the answer without a thought.
But the top student looks at the answer almost clearly written out and ponders.
"Could this question have a trap?"
Gwen is just like that.
She's fairly certain Spider-Man must be Peter, but since she hasn't seen it with her own eyes, she's unwilling to assertively claim.
After a while.
Hawk opened his locker, placed his physics book inside, and then took out his shoulder bag.
"I'm heading to Lady Snow's office."
"Alright."
Gwen also took out her backpack from her locker, nodded: "Then I'll wait for you in the library."
Hawk nodded, shouldered his bag, and walked toward counselor Lady Snow's office.
The day after tomorrow is the weekend.
But the tenth is Monday, if he wants to take leave that day, he must apply today; otherwise, applying next Monday is no different from telling after acting.
Gwen was heading toward the library.
Tomorrow is the weekend and also the first-grade dance day for the twelfth grade; she needs to confirm the details with the dance organizing committee before the end of school today.
After all, she's the type not to attend dances.
But Gwen is the kind who values studying over dances and thus doesn't participate, but because she is a grade assistant, even if she doesn't attend, she is responsible for the dance affairs.
But now she's with Hawk, though unspoken, she still wants to attend the graduation dance with Hawk if possible.
Just not sure if Hawk will agree.
Should, maybe, possibly?
Gwen thinks somewhat uncertainly.
Just as Hawk and Gwen temporarily parted ways, one heading to the office building, and the other to the library.
Underneath the ground.
In the filthy, putrid, sewage-ridden underground sewer, accompanied by the gradually clear sounds of something like a lizard's hissing from afar, a huge lizard monster, like a swimming champion, cut through the sewage, and then, with a swoosh, burst out of the sewage, landing at the crossroads of the interconnected underground pipes.
"Midtown High School!"
"Gwen Stacy."
"Capture her, threaten Hawk!"
"Psst, psst!"
At this moment, the completely Lizard-man-formed Dr. Lizard rolled his compound eyes, flicking his crimson tongue, and the words whispered like a demon seemed branded like a stamp in his brain.
Soon.
Standing at the crossroads of the underground pipes, Dr. Lizard seemed to smell something.
The next second.
With another hiss, Dr. Lizard, like a streak of light, burst again into an underground pipe, touching the ground with his limbs, like a true reptile, quickly heading toward Midtown High School's... student restroom.
A ninth-grade student, just enrolled this year, was squatting on a toilet, playing on his phone.
Suddenly.
Entering puberty, the ninth-grade student, whose face had developed many spots, sensed something amiss.
The ground seemed to tremble.
And...
Some unknown chill, at this moment, was whisking towards his buttocks.
The ninth-grade student was a bit perplexed.
"What's going on?"
"Earthquake..."
"Boom!"
Just as the ninth-grade student wondered if it might be an earthquake, a sudden surge of force from below unexpectedly sent him flying along with the toilet.
With a thud.
Along with the toilet, the teammate, unexpectedly thrown out of the cubicle, was shocked.
The other students also in the restroom watched as the student shot out like a cannon from the cubicle and were stunned.
But they quickly reacted.
In sight.
With the cubicle door removed, the ground was tearing, followed by a green claw embedded in the floor tiles, spewing a few sparks.
The next second.
Hiss!
Dr. Lizard, emerging from the restroom floor, steadied and spread open his arms, hissing as if announcing his arrival.
"Ssss!"
"Hmm?"
Just after finishing chemistry class, Peter returned to the resting corridor, preparing to retrieve his backpack, his gaze fell on the hairs standing erect on his arm one after another.
Before he had time to react, several screams instantly shattered the original leisure atmosphere of the resting corridor.
"Ah!"
"God, Lizard People."
"Run!"
"Waa, Mom, I don't want to go to school anymore."
The restroom door was suddenly pushed open, and the students who were just in the restroom escaped in panic in Peter's direction, simultaneously shouting warnings to the other students.
Behind them followed a student whose pants were seemingly frightened worn-up.
He didn't seem to notice that his pants weren't properly worn.
Clearly.
He was frightened terribly, probably would be a long time before he dared to go to the bathroom alone.
And just as the rest of the students' gaze fell on those few who ran out of the restroom.
With a loud crash.
The restroom wall shattered.
Dr. Lizard's figure instantly appeared in the other students' view.
"Holy shit!"
"Lizard People!"
"..."
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