Gwen Spider: I'm from Prototype

Chapter 211 Gwen's diary, are you sure you didn't complain about the script?
early morning.

"I love this station, the DJ is great and the songs are great."

Jeff Davis said to his son Miles Morales while eating breakfast.

"~ let's call it a day baby, my life is a mess (a mess)."

"~Sleep over at my place, baby, your life is a mess (a mess)."

"~ Needless to say, she has always been under my control."

As he spoke, he hummed a song played on the radio.

Jeff Davis is a police officer of the New York Police Department.

In more than ten years of police life, he has been conscientious and abide by his duties.

Although black, he is also one of the most popular people in the police department.

But now he has put his focus on family life.

Although it is a bit strange to use "returning to the family, looking after wife and raising children", it is not much different.

The only thing that bothers him is that Miles seems to have entered puberty.

Not only does he not focus on his studies at school, but every time he talks to him, he will adopt a "non-violent non-cooperation" attitude, so that he cannot exercise his father's majesty.

Of course, he was more troubled by the fact that Miles was about to transfer to a new school than the lack of majesty.

He worried that Miles would not adjust well to the new school environment.

Now Miles is full of his painting hobby.

It made his head hurt even more.

Only listening to his favorite songs in the morning can make him feel better.

"Dad, I think there's a huge gap in taste between us. They just play these few songs and keep repeating them until they're fossilized crap."

Miles complained to his father.

"You know what? Nostalgia isn't such a bad thing sometimes, Miles, and if you want to listen to public radio, you have to cater to their bad taste in kitsch."

Jeff turned up the volume of the radio and said to Miles: "Also, Miles, a friendly reminder, the family dinner tomorrow night is at 06:30, and the theme of the dinner is seafood cooking. Salmon or tilapia are both Can consider it"

"I don't think it's as good as fish sticks."

Miles sat down at the dining table and looked at the clock on the wall with some desperation.

There is still some time before departure, so I don't have to be in such a hurry before.

Hearing Miles talking about fish sticks, Jeff froze for a moment, "Why fish sticks?"

"Because I think fish sticks are the best for you. Don't you have a cold recently and you can't smell the smell? I guess you can't even taste the fish."

"."

Facing Miles' teasing, Jeff smacked his lips, not knowing how to respond to the other party.

"My cold is gone, Miles."

Jeff coughed and moved on to other topics.

"Did you know there's a new coffee shop on Clinton Street?"

"Yeah, I know."

Miles answered in a nonchalant manner.

His thoughts now wandered to the school he was about to go to.

Adjusting to a new school can be an excruciating process.

"What's the name of that coffee shop?"

"Foam party."

"Foam Party, haha, what a strange name, are you sure that's not a bar, Myles."

Miles put his hand on his chin, looked at the busy mother in the kitchen, and nodded.

"I'm sure because I saw a lot of people queuing at the door yesterday."

Miles suddenly remembered something, and asked his father, "Dad, can I visit Uncle Aaron this Friday?"

"why?"

Jeff doesn't understand why Miles talks about his uncle.

"It's nothing, it's just that I haven't seen him for a long time, so I want to meet him."

Miles said to his father: "He is my uncle, I think... Dad, you seem to dislike him very much."

"I don't dislike him, it's just that you just transferred to Vision School, and you have to adapt to school life as soon as possible."

"I don't like this school, why do I have to transfer here from Brooklyn school?"

Miles said to his father a little depressed: "Brooklyn Vision School, this sounds too elite. I am just an ordinary citizen, and I occasionally win the lottery. Otherwise, I guess I would never go to this school."

Jeff, with a serious expression, said to Miles: "This is not a lottery winning, you entered through the exam."

"It was like winning the jackpot for me. I don't think 'elitistism' is for me. I would rather go to a school for ordinary people."

Miles said to his father: "Because I'm just an ordinary person."

"Brooklyn Vision School is just ordinary people, Miles, you have a great opportunity now, don't you want to give up? Just like your uncle."

Hearing his father talking about Uncle Aaron again, Miles couldn't help muttering, "What's wrong with Uncle Aaron, he's a good man."

Staring at Miles, Jeff sighed, "Good guy? No, you don't understand, we always face choices in our lives."

Before his father could finish speaking, Miles shook his head, "I don't think I have any choice now."

"Yes, you didn't!"

Jeff couldn't control his emotions, he raised his volume unconsciously, and said in a stern tone.

The atmosphere froze in an instant.

The conversation between the two was also completely terminated.

Miles turned his head away, and Jeff remained stern and silent.

It wasn't until Miles' mother came to bring breakfast that the atmosphere in the living room returned to normal.

"If you stop arguing, I'll go to work in a better mood in the morning."

"Sorry, Mom."

Miles let out a breath and apologized to his mother.

At this time, there was a news broadcast on the radio.

"Earthquakes that have occurred for many consecutive days occurred again in the Brooklyn area last night. The frequent earthquakes have attracted the attention of the authorities. According to sources close to Spider-Man, he is investigating the mysterious earthquake"

Listening to the voice on the radio, Jeff couldn't help complaining: "Spiderman is in your sight every day, wearing a mask, and doesn't take orders from anyone."

"He's a superhero and people in the city love him."

Mother Miles said to him, putting a piece of toast on the plate in front of her husband.

"Yes, but the police are also maintaining law and order in this city, and they don't wear masks. Isn't that more dangerous?"

Jeff said to his wife: "I think he caused more trouble than he helped the city."

Miles didn't want to talk to his father at first, but when he heard his father expressing his disagreement with his favorite superhero, he wanted to refute him.

But inadvertently raised his eyes and looked at the clock hanging on the wall.

The time has pointed to seven o'clock.

"Oops, I'm going to be late."

While talking, he stood up, quickly went upstairs to get his schoolbag, and ran outside.

Finally, Miles arrived at the school before the bell rang.

As soon as I walked into the corridor, I saw a blond girl standing in front of the post posting something.

Short blond hair, facial features that are astonishing at first glance, and a mysterious and lazy demeanor instantly caught his attention.

His eyes followed the other party all the time, and he didn't recover from the trance until the other party posted the paper and left.

A girl with blond hair and outstanding temperament.
I was attracted at first sight.

Ahem Miles, calm down, you're not a teenager right now.

After taking a few deep breaths, he looked towards the campus posting board.

What the other party posted on the wall was a missing person notice.

"Name: Peter Parker
Former name: Black Watcher

Age: 17
Hometown: Forest Hills, Queens
Favorite food: Pancakes, goulash, maybe a little milkshake, but probably not vanilla milkshake
Catchphrase: 'Really? ', 'Hmm', 'That doesn't make any sense', 'I'm not a villain in a comic book'.
Personality: Taciturn, although sometimes indifferent, but very concerned about the feelings of friends and relatives. In addition, he resists contact with unfamiliar people.

If any student knows the information of the other party, please contact me, the email address is:[email protected]"

Reading the strange missing persons notice, Miles scratched his head.

Is this a missing person notice?
Why do I always feel that there is a sour smell on it? !

the other side.

Gwen pushed open the door and entered the classroom.

It has been a week since she came into this world.

She has been looking for Peter, but has not investigated any useful clues.

After a hard search, there was no result, and I couldn't find the way back, so I could only live here temporarily.

Using forged certificates, she got into this high school.

While continuing to search for Peter, he used his identity as a student to cover himself.

As for why I chose this school, the reason is that I somehow sense the connection between this school and myself.

After posting the missing person notice, Gwen let out a breath and sat down on the seat.

Taking out her pen, she wrote down the results of last night's investigation in her notebook.

In the thick notebook are all the results of her investigations after she came to this world.

Turn over the first page, and a line of text appears.

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"The first thing I discovered was the postal company FedEX. Well, it's really unexpected. The postal company in this parallel world is called 'RedEX'."

"The second thing is that people here don't seem to drink Coca-Cola anymore. They like to drink Coca-Cola. Fortunately, I don't have much interest in these drinks. Otherwise, if Betty, who likes to drink Coca-Cola, came into this world, she would definitely go crazy."

Gwen gently turned to the second page, which continued to be her investigation record, or the diary of complaints.

The second page had a photo of a police car interspersed with it, a photo of an NYPD police car.

A line of words was written under the photo, "Look what's wrong, my God, I didn't see it at first glance, the initials on the police car are not 'NYPD', but 'PDNY'."

Keep flipping through the pages of your notebook to get to the next page.

"Today is the fourth day in this world. I still haven't found Peter, but I found an interesting thing, a good news and a bad news. The good news is that the Bugle Daily, which gave me a headache, no longer exists."

"But... the bad news is that The Bugle has become a very large media company."

Gwen glanced out of the classroom and turned to the previous page she was about to write.

A cartoon, red and blue spider mask style ice cream is drawn on it.

This is what Gwen discovered, which is different from her own world.

In my own world, there is no such popsicle.

(End of this chapter)