I'm the Demon King in Marvel

Chapter 41 Girls are not fun at all!
20 Ingram Street, Queens.

At seven o'clock in the morning, eight-year-old Peter Parker had already dressed, put on his schoolbag, and ran excitedly into Aunt May's room.

"Aunt Mei, you should get up and cook, or I'll be late."

"Peter, your school is only one street away from our house. Classes start at nine o'clock, but now..."

The young and hot Aunt Mei glanced at the alarm clock at the bedside which would not ring for a long time, and her face was full of bad temper.

"It's only seven o'clock!"

Peter Parker grinned, "Ned said there will be a transfer student coming to our class today, I want to invite him to join our Ram Street Super Hero Team!"

"There are only two people in your 'superhero team', and Ned only agreed to join after you paid him three hot dogs." The young woman who was getting up mercilessly exposed her nephew's true colors.

The morning light poured into the bedroom, enveloping Aunt Mei's graceful figure.

It has a beautiful appearance and its twigs bear abundant fruits.

The young Peter didn't know how to appreciate it, and still enthusiastically talked about his great "superhero plan".

"I believe he will be impressed by my idea and join me. In the future, I will make armor for them, just like Iron Man."

After the emergence of "Iron Man" and "Red Swordsman", they each had their own fan groups. Especially in the hearts of young children, a real superhero is more attractive than the Superman in the cartoon.

However, the fan bases of Tony Stark and Adam Smith are somewhat distinct.

Adam became an instant hit at the press conference, becoming a hero in the eyes of lower-class men and a symbol of justice for American men.

As a billionaire and playboy, Tony has always been popular among women. Now men and women are arguing on the Internet. Seeing the big movie where "loser men" are chasing after the Red Swordsman, these women all ran to Iron Man to cheer for him.

'It's not that we women are unfaithful to marriage, it's that you "losers" are incompetent. If you were as rich as Tony Stark, we would promise to be faithful.'

Children don’t understand or care about the adult world.

The difference in their attitude toward the two is very childish.

Children with good academic performance, such as Peter Parker, like Iron Man because they believe that when they grow up they will be able to build an advanced technological armor like Tony Stark and become a superhero.

Children who are not good at studying don’t think so much at all. They just cosplay whoever looks handsome or whose props are easier to get.

Listening to her nephew's constant chatter, Aunt Mei, who had just changed her clothes, shook her head and asked him with a smile: "How do you know that the new classmate must be a boy? What if it's a girl?"

"Uh..." The little mouth that was like a machine gun suddenly became like a goose with its neck strangled. Peter was stunned for a moment and didn't want to believe it: "No, it must be a boy!"

"Well, congratulations in advance on finding a new playmate."

Aunt Mei patted her nephew's little face, gave him a kiss, and then walked towards the kitchen.

"He's not a playmate, he's a member of the superhero team!" Peter emphasized as he chased after him with his short legs.

"Okay, okay, superhero..."

After breakfast, Aunt May sent Peter to the elementary school one street away. When she saw her nephew walking into the campus, she turned around and went home to catch up on her sleep.

Peter Parker arrived at school early and found a blonde girl in the empty classroom as soon as he entered the classroom. She was wearing a white top, a black skirt, and pink socks with cartoon patterns on them inside her brown leather shoes.

There was no melodramatic love at first sight. The naive Peter just took a glance and then looked away.

Girls are so troublesome!
It’s not fun at all to cry for a long time after falling down.

"Hey, Peter." Ned Leeds, his good friend and confidant, walked into the classroom, looking tired and yawning constantly.

He wouldn't have come to school so early if Peter hadn't promised to treat him to a deluxe hot dog after school.

Peter Parker had reacted by now. He turned around and looked at the girl at the back of the classroom, his little face full of unhappiness.

"Ned, I have bad news for you." Peter said sadly: "Your deluxe hot dog is gone."

"What?"

Ned Leeds' sleepiness disappeared instantly. He strode forward, stretched out his two chubby hands, put them on Peter's shoulders, shook him hard, and gritted his teeth.

"What did you say?"

Peter had a look of despair on his face. He ignored the anger of his best friend and murmured unconsciously, "Why? Why does the new classmate have to be a girl?"

"Do you have a big problem with girls?" Gwen Stacy appeared behind Peter Parker at some point. Ned Leeds, who was angry, blinked. He was not old enough to understand. Even as an adult, he still believed that girlfriends were not as fun as action figures. He was just wondering now.

"Who are you? Why are you in our classroom?"

"She is our new classmate, the transfer student coming today!" Peter deliberately emphasized the word "she".

Smart Peter had already guessed the identity of the girl who suddenly appeared in the classroom.

Gwen stared at Peter. The perceptive girl noticed that this little brat disliked her, but she had just arrived today.

"It seems that this school has a bad habit of bullying freshmen. I have to report this to the principal."

"No no no, Peter was just joking."

The second grader had not grown up to the point where he was not afraid of the teacher. But when he heard Gwen bring up the principal who was older than the teacher, the ignorant child immediately gave in.

"He is unhappy because the 'Ram Street Super Hero Team' lost the opportunity to recruit new members."

"Superhero team?" Gwen asked curiously, "Superheroes like Iron Man and Red Swordsman?"

"Obviously not, it's just that Peter..."

Ned was about to explain, but Peter interrupted him.

"Yes, just like Iron Man! When I go to college..." Peter thought about it and changed his words firmly: "No, I will be able to make iron armor for our team members when I am in high school. Now it is just the training stage."

"Then your training period is really long." Gwen laughed.

"Who said that?"

Although Peter didn't like playing with girls, he couldn't accept being looked down upon by girls, so he immediately defended himself, "I just don't have an Iron Man Armor as a reference now. Otherwise, I wouldn't have to wait until high school, junior high school... well, I could have made one before I graduated from elementary school!"

"Well, you should inherit Tony Stark's title of genius," Gwen joked.

"I think so too." Peter looked cocky.

"Is your 'superhero team' still short of people?" Gwen suddenly asked.

"What?" Peter was confused.

"If your team is still short of people, I might be able to join." Gwen smiled.

Peter Parker looked at Gwen Stacy bathed in the sun, her golden hair dancing in the morning light, and was stunned for a moment.

This girl seems different from the girls in kindergarten!

"What?" Gwen frowned slightly: "Not welcome?"

"Welcome, of course you are welcome!" Peter was extremely excited and laughed: "Haha, our Iron Team has one more person."

"I don't want to be the Tin Man. I prefer the Red Swordsman. He's much more handsome than Iron Man!" Gwen made her position clear right away.

"No, Iron Man armor is the coolest!" Peter stood firm in his camp.

"Even Iron Monger's thick armor was cut through by the Red Swordsman, which means the Red Swordsman's sword is more powerful!" Gwen gave up her ladylike disguise and insisted on her point loudly.

"Iron Man is the best."

"The Red Swordsman can defeat Iron Monger even without the Iron Armor. What can Tony Stark do without the armor?"

"How can there be no armor? If it were me, I would wear armor every day when eating and sleeping!"

"Oh? Wear it even when you poop?"

"I...I can make a hole in the back of my butt!"

In this way, the story of the stubborn eldest brother, the cunning young sister and the lazy second brother began.

They seem to be lacking a master, preferably one with firm ambitions and the willingness to pay any price.

Sheriff George, who was driving to the new police station to take up his post, suddenly felt a chill down there.

(End of this chapter)