I Am Gwen's Spider-Man Mentor

"So thank you for being willing to talk about this, it will make me feel that what I have done is not in vain."

Raymond watched as Gwen's shoulders twitched, the girl's mind trembled, and her emotions fluctuated, but he still maintained a controlled, steady, and polite voice as he calmly thanked himself. With Gwen's character, she would only restrain her emotions in front of people she cares about or at least treat as friends. She is more inclined to ignore people she doesn't care about.

Just like she did with the girls in the band.

Raymond fell silent. With the relationship between teacher and student, and relationship between friends, he couldn't say anything more, so he just let the girl continue to cover the side of his face with her blond hair, and slightly released her emotions in a place where others could not see it. .

As Spider-Man, as the person closest to failure, it's hard for anyone to understand how much pressure she faces.

Chatting at this time would only aggravate Gwen, so he chose silence.

"Raymond." After a long silence, perhaps out of gratitude for his comforting words, or perhaps for some other reason, Gwen took the initiative to change the topic: "The news said that Tony Stark is missing. You find him. Yet?"

Raymond was a little surprised that Miss Spider would be interested in these big companies. He shook his head: "No, I haven't found it. As long as you plan to hide it in Afghanistan, you won't be able to find it in a few centuries. "

"So...he is considered dead, right?" Gwen frowned. Although she didn't like Tony Stark, she even less liked Obadiah who would deal with Kingpin - but then she thought When I think about it, maybe Stark and Kingpin have a good relationship?

After all, this is still unknown to her.

"Who knows? He himself is as strong as an ox, so he won't die that easily." Raymond said in a rather frivolous tone, "If he really comes back, the jaws of the people in the company will probably drop—— Who knows if he might suddenly change his mind and become a pacifist?"

"Pacifist? Tony Stark?" Gwen turned to look at the professor who was concentrating on driving.

"Hahaha, people's hearts can change." Thinking of the scene where Tony Stark announced the dissolution of the Stark Industries weapons research and development department while eating a cheeseburger, Raymond raised the corners of his mouth, "If that happens, I guess you will I'm quite happy, you don't seem like someone who would support the so-called 'war mongers'."

Gwen remained silent, her mood suddenly became a little complicated. Not only does Raymond know himself well, but he is also very confident in his judgment of the future, even a bit prophetic - this is because he comes from a parallel universe, understands his past, and because he is a tenured professor. Experience, or out of...

"You must be frightened by my prophecy!" Raymond continued to verbally tease the sensitive Miss Spider, "It's not a superpower - girls of your age can easily be seen through."

"Oh? You..." Gwen was a little dissatisfied with being easily guessed. "Then can you guess how I felt when I saw your sports car spinning around like a peacock spreading its tail this morning?"

The professor who was rebelled against by Gwen was silenced again, secretly saying that girls of this age are really difficult to deal with - especially girls like Gwen who have many thoughts and emotions.

"Your taste is really bad. The color of this car looks like it was rented from the airport." Gwen Stacy is most annoyed by being lectured by various elders in various "mature" tones - She's always there, whether as Spider-Man or as Gwen Stacy, telling the world that her wings have grown enough to fly on her own. She drew a long note to make up for her dissatisfaction: "Also, why are you pretending to be an academic? You are obviously only twenty-four years old this year."

"Then I am also you...Professor!" After being pushed into a corner by the sharp-tongued Gwen, Raymond finally had no choice but to show his identity.

Then he caught a glimpse of Miss Spider curling her lips in disdain and turning her face away. Miss Spider looked at the street scene outside the right-hand passenger window without turning her head, and her tone was a little cold: "You work at Stark Industries, don't get involved in some bad things."

"Huh?" Raymond expressed confusion, "What did you find out?"

Although Gwen had just been arguing with Raymond, she was still grateful for Raymond's comforting words. She has heard people around her comment on "Ghost Spider-Man", which are nothing more than "powerful", "charming", "dangerous", "just" and the like, but those are all comments about "Spider-Man", take off the mask , she is just Gwen Stacey, a young girl who is busy with life and study, and has been ravaged by society to the point of being almost completely damaged.

Few people would say "thank you" to the real her under the mask, and only Raymond would say to her, "No one can do it better than you."

So although the girl still had a cold face, she was quite happy in her heart. She decided to reveal more information to Raymond: "Obadiah is more complicated than you think. He is working with very dangerous people."

"Interesting, I just remember that he liked New York pizza." To Gwen's surprise, Raymond was not surprised by this news.

"It seems that he already knew..." The girl lowered her eyes and thought for a few seconds before deciding to seek some advice from Raymond. After all, after getting in touch with the professor, Gwen did admit that he was more farsighted than herself on some things.

"I have been tracking down illegal drugs recently..." Gwen Stacy carefully chose the information she could reveal. "I accidentally learned that Obadiah also seemed to be... doing some not-so-clean things, but I I haven’t figured out what to do.”

"Gwen." Raymond used his free hand to adjust his glasses - since Miss Spider asked a question, it was necessary for him to act as a teacher. He showed off his lecture style and said in a persuasive manner: "You should know that there are two essential issues in society, how to produce and how to distribute."

"Huh?" Gwen didn't quite understand what Professor Xu's words had to do with what she said.

"The way to solve these two problems is - and only communication."

"If problems can be solved through communication, where can there be violent crimes and wars?" Miss Spider expressed disdain based on her own experience, but she still decided to listen to what Raymond had to say - this was a matter of basic courtesy.

"No, no, no." The professor stepped on the brakes in advance when he was stuck at the traffic light. After he stopped, he freed his hands, turned to Gwen, and said word by word: "War is also a way of communication, and it is the only way of communication among human beings. The end and the end.”

"It feels a bit like a philosophy class." The aqua blue eyes suddenly lit up, and they seemed to be shining with energy, "Keep talking."

"Obadiah's behavior is also a kind of communication. When he thinks that society has not allocated him the material wealth or spiritual wealth that satisfies him, he uses communication methods beyond the social level to strive for these, such as violence, violence, etc. Worse things. Therefore, you can use means beyond the social level to respond to him, such as calling the police, or your superpowers. Society will always naturally produce some ways to deal with extra-social means, for example, I and What you said about the twins of a superhero and a supervillain is proof of this rule.”

Gwen fell silent. Professor Xu's speech was not just a so-called "philosophy lesson", but also a summary of his personal experience - the young girl was still unable to understand the full meaning of the words.

"Okay, let's make it simple." Raymond was in a good mood when he saw that the always smart Gwen was stunned by him, as if he was happy to have regained his place. The professor continued to slow down his speech: "You can be Spider-Man to stop Obadiah, but that is actually not necessary. You have to understand that there are many means we can take. In the words of my hometown, leveraging our own strength will often lead to success. It will get better results.”

"Use your own strength?" Gwen Stacy frowned and muttered a somewhat convoluted sentence, "Using other people's strength to stop Obadiah?"

"That's right!" Raymond snapped his fingers and tapped the accelerator with his right foot. The engine roared low and he said at the same time:

"Perhaps you feel that no one will help you - to you, the NYPD, FBI or even DEA are unreliable. You may feel that in this society everyone has a price and can be bribed." Raymond sighed , "This is indeed true, but have you ever thought about it? You can't solve the problem just by defeating all the bad guys."

"Then what should I do?" Gwen was a little confused.

"Even people with backers are afraid." Raymond said coldly. "People who are bribed are always afraid that they will lose their use value or cause a scandal due to inaction - this can lead to death. mistake."

"What am I going to do?" Gwen was still a little confused, "I can't get into their circle either?"

"Sometimes you have to understand that for these gangs that are parasitic in the corners of society, finding evidence is more important than defeating them." Raymond pushed up his glasses, "For example, you kill 100 gangsters in one day It may be better to be sent to jail than to find a transaction receipt-the latter is the magic weapon against big shots."

"Transaction receipt...?" Gwen lowered her head and silently recited the professor's strange remarks. Before she could think through this strange logic that seemed more in line with Eastern thinking, she was interrupted by the professor.

Raymond turned on the right turn signal and lightly applied the brakes. At the same time, he said to the blonde girl in a slightly frivolous tone: "As the tuition for this morning class, Miss Stacy, please go to Shelsky's of Brooklyn down the street and buy me one." A smoked salmon bagel for breakfast today, thank you.”

Raymond raised the pronunciation of "you" in "thank you" and grinned with a smile on his face.

Gwen pursed her lips and squinted her eyes as if she was thinking about something. She took the pieces of green paper handed over by the professor and thanked her softly: "I probably understand. Thank you too, professor."

Gwen Stacy thought that "Professor" was the most sincere call she had made in her twenty years of life.

Watching the blond girl open the car door, hold the money and walk into the breakfast shop. The professor relaxed his hands away from the table, moved his seat back a little, and rested it on his arms. He was about to close his eyes for a while -

"Dong dong dong——"

The professor opened his eyes suddenly and saw a policeman wearing a blue uniform and NYPD badge knocking on his car window. The professor lowered the window and heard the police officer order: "Get out of the car, hold your head in your hands, and lie down on the car!"

"What?" Raymond showed a shocked expression.