I Am Gwen's Spider-Man Mentor

Although they are only a few streets away from the bustling city, New York's slums still show the decay of the post-industrial era everywhere. Emptyed factories and single-family bungalows in disrepair are dotted around the streets separated by horizontal and vertical streets. On the land, the yellowed building exterior walls silently tell people about the so-called glory and dilapidation. The air was filled with the smell of junk food and barbecue, cigarettes, alcohol, vomit and all kinds of feces and urine.

Under the dim street lights, drunken men and women who had taken contraband were hugging each other and shouting. Wild dogs barked at them and were kicked far away by the unscrupulous men.

In the dilapidated and cheaply rented bedroom, Gwen Stacy curled up and frowned tightly, trying to use thinking to temporarily forget the harsh environment. The girl hid herself in a dark bedroom with the lights turned off, the curtains drawn, and the door locked. She hid herself under a thick quilt, lay on the bed and tossed and turned, staring straight at the half of the bed that had fallen out. Painted ceiling, thinking about two things over and over -

How much does Professor Xu know about himself? Why is he on the New York gang's hit list?

Back in time a few days ago:

"Attend class!"

In a classroom at Empire State University, Xu Yueming adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, knocked on the desk with the knuckle of his right index finger, and said to the chattering students of different skin colors in the huge lecture hall. He looked a little impatient.

The chattering students suddenly fell silent. They looked at the Asian man of medium build and wearing glasses on the stage with their big innocent eyes. It is said that the teacher of the fluid mechanical engineering course is a gray-haired old professor. , how could he be temporarily replaced by an Asian young man?

Then the classroom that had just fallen silent began to be filled with chattering sounds, full of discussions about this mysterious Asian young man. Xu Yueming sighed. It was not that he had not expected the situation before him. His excessive youth and short qualifications made him suffer a lot in the academic circle, a place where seniority is more or less necessary.

"Hello, I am your professor Xu Yueming. You can also call me Raymond Xu. Since the professor of fluid mechanical engineering is busy, I will come to attend a few classes." Xu Yueming spoke with an Oxford accent. Try to keep your self-introduction as short as possible - there is no need to let these students know too much, they don't even pay much attention to the class.

"Let's start the roll call." Ignoring the chattering students, Professor Xu opened the roll call book on the desk with one hand, took out a piece of chalk from the chalk box with the other hand and snapped it skillfully: "Aaron... Kovominski.”

"Here!" A young black man with dreadlocks raised his hand.

"Arthur Williams."

"It's time to..." This time it was a lazy voice, as if the owner of the voice hadn't woken up yet. But Professor Xu, the temporary substitute, just set his sights on the next name.

After a long time, he finally found a somewhat interesting phrase among the long list of English names, which seemed to resonate with his memory. So, the young teacher raised his voice slightly and called out the name: "Gwen ·Stacey.”

The students before "G" all answered correctly. Although some "yes" were answered repeatedly by some people, Xu Yueming didn't care about this - he knew how to let his roommates or unknown friends to answer at least this subject. Keeping the lesson in mind is enough for him.

Anyway, he is not responsible for the quality of teaching - he is just a temporary substitute.

The long-lost silence made Xu suddenly feel a little uncomfortable. He looked away from the lesson plan, raised his head, looked around, and continued to read: "Gwen Stacey."

Still the long-lost silence.

Young teachers began to become confused. American universities generally have a serious GPA premium, and professors don't like to fail students because they may get into a lot of trouble. Therefore, professors who are obsessed with scientific research or other things often turn a blind eye to some things-this includes letting others answer the questions for them.

Anyone who has one or two bad friends in this university or in this class should know to cover up their friends at this time, but why doesn't this student alone?

"Gwen Stacey." Raymond Xu put the half piece of chalk he was playing with on the lectern, held the roll call sheet and walked off the dais. His brows knitted together - this person who lacked experience in communicating with students The young doctor obviously didn't know how to suggest to his students what to do in this situation.

"Okay." After looking around the classroom, Raymond Xu made a judgment. This Gwen Stacy obviously didn't have any friends who could help her stand out in this situation. So, the professor said to himself: "It seems that the popularity is not very good, so let's mark him as late."

After that, he drew a circle with a marker behind Gwen's name.

"Here!" The girl appeared in front of the classroom door covered in dust. She ran so fast that she almost threw herself out, and she only managed to steady herself by the door frame. She repeated it again, with a mixture of panic and rashness in her tone: "Here! Sorry, Professor, I...I encountered a traffic jam on the way, but I shouldn't be late yet, right?"

This kind of thing has become normal for her, so there is no need to make any special excuses - Gwen has begun to become rational when she says that there is something wrong at home.

I just don’t know what Superintendent George Stacey thinks when there are so many “things” happening at home.

The professor had just closed the cap of his marker pen. Hearing this, he calmly turned his eyes to the blond girl standing panting in front of the classroom door - the girl's beautiful mid-length blond hair was slicked sideways to the left; She is prematurely mature and old-fashioned compared to European and American stars, and the girl's face also appears more beautiful and delicate. Although she was wearing a white baggy men's coat, it was still difficult to conceal her curvy and graceful figure. The most noteworthy thing is the pair of aqua eyes, which are almost as clear and clear as water.

This should be the legendary Spider-Man, Peter Parker, or the ghost Spider-Man, Gwen Stacy.

While steadying her breathing and adjusting her heart rate, Gwen Stacy was also looking at the professor in front of her - the man was in his twenties, about six feet tall, with black hair and black eyes, wearing a pair of He wears gold-rimmed glasses that are very suitable for his status as a professor. He wears a tailor-made suit that is clearly tailor-made. He has a tall and straight posture and a handsome face. He is obviously a young talent who lives a very exquisite life.

He was not a few years older than me, and might even be the same age as me, but the fatigue reflected in those black pupils was even more serious than that of myself who was jumping between buildings all day long. Gwen pursed her lips, secretly guessing that this might be the price to pay for getting a tenured professorship at this age.

In addition, judging from the laziness and impatience on his expression, this professor probably won't... hold on to his fault for being late, right?

Although she has been Spider-Man in New York for three years since high school and even traveled to another New York through the parallel universe, young Gwen Stacy still cannot balance her own life and the life of a superhero. relationship, especially in the face of the terrifying academic pressure of Ivy League schools. Therefore, over time, Gwen could only give up her social life in normal life, studying, socializing, and doing chivalry.

This is also the main reason why no one in the classroom full of students can answer for her.

"Classmate Gwen Stacey." While the blond girl still maintained an elegant smile on her face, Professor Xu clearly noticed that the well-joined index finger and thumb of her left hand were rubbing her linen skirt, and she seemed increasingly nervous. As he became more and more uneasy, he finally said, "I won't let you remember that I'm late this time."

Hearing this, Gwen let out a long sigh, and even her straight back slumped. The girl was carrying her schoolbag and was about to sneak to the back row of the classroom to find a seat and call it quits - after chasing a few thieves all night last night, she was somewhat exhausted.

Looking at the girl's graceful back, the young professor raised his eyebrows and said, "But you are indeed late, Miss Stacey."

Looking at the table and chairs within reach in front of her, Gwen, who was thinking about how she was going to sleep in a while, started to feel bad. When she turned to face Professor Xu, her upper body was as stiff as a plaster statue. The girl tried her best to twitch her eyebrows and purse her lips, pretending to lower her eyebrows, and tried to exchange for some good sleep time with a resigned look on her face: "Professor, I will listen to the class carefully!"

"I know." Xu Yueming picked up the broken piece of chalk again, "So please take out your textbook, classmate Stacey."

Gwen obeyed.

"Give it to me." Xu Yueming was tempting. The biggest evil thing for a genius is to play with another genius - not to mention that this is within his power and is a legal and reasonable request.

Gwen forced herself to straighten her back, which was almost collapsing from fatigue, and walked towards the podium, then handed her textbook into the hands of the young Asian professor in front of her.

Xu Yueming casually flipped through the textbook that Gwen had filled with circles, showed a satisfied smile, and handed the textbook back to the girl. Just when Gwen once again thought that he had escaped a catastrophe, the young professor's Oxford The accent once again made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave:

"You will stand in this class, right next to the podium. Come to my office after class."

Hearing these words, Gwen was shocked and stunned at first. Then, the blond girl's face suddenly darkened as if she had suffered a lot of insults. At this moment, Miss Gwen Stacy, the majestic New York City superhero and ghost Spider-Man, was shouting angrily in her heart:

"No!"