Rampaging Through the Heavens: Starting by sending Chan Ho-nam to Stanley

Chapter 208 Fever

The super spider traced an arc through the air and landed steadily on Peter's neck.

"hiss"

Peter immediately felt a sharp pain in his neck, as if he had been stung hard by something.

He instinctively reached for his neck, but his fingers touched a smooth patch of skin; he found nothing there.

Weird.

He looked back, but there was no one standing behind him.

Chen Yuanzheng stood a few meters away, his hands in his pockets, looking at him with an innocent expression.

"What's wrong?"

"No...it's nothing."

Peter rubbed his neck.

"It feels like I was bitten by something."

"Insects, I suppose."

Chen Yuan shrugged.

"It's okay, you won't die."

Peter:

'

Chen Yuan looked at the super spider that he had brought back using his telekinesis and said in a low voice.

"I'll let you go when I become Spider-Man."

The giant spider lay in his palm, its eight legs outstretched, as if it had given up struggling.

It silently turned to its side, and then fell straight down.

Its eight legs were pointing upwards, its body stiff and motionless.

Chen Yuan: ? ?

He was stunned.

What does that mean?

Just commit suicide?!

This is ridiculous!

He poked the spider's belly, but there was no reaction.

I poked it again, but there was still no response.

Chen Yuan:

'

Is this spider really that temperamental?

The visit ended quickly.

Students walked out of the science center in twos and threes. Some were discussing the spiders they had just seen, some were complaining about having to go to class in the afternoon, and some had already made plans to go out and play after school.

Peter boarded the bus absentmindedly.

His face was somewhat pale, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and his steps were unsteady.

Ever since he was bitten by something, he had felt unwell all over, like he had a fever or hadn't slept well.

Even taking a picture of the goddess Mary Jane doesn't feel so appealing anymore.

He sat by the window with his camera on his lap, but showed no interest in looking at it.

His gaze fell on the street scene outside the window, watching it slowly recede into the distance, his mind a complete blank.

Back at school, Peter simply couldn't take it anymore.

He felt dizzy, nauseous, and feverish, as if something was running rampant inside his body.

He went to the school clinic to see what was wrong.

The school doctor was a plump woman in her fifties, wearing reading glasses and a white coat.

She made Peter sit down and put the thermometer under his armpit.

Five minutes later, she took out the thermometer and glanced at it.

Then her expression changed.

She widened her eyes and looked again.

I took another look.

Forty degrees.

"Wait a minute... wait a minute."

Her voice trembled slightly as she changed to a different thermometer and took the temperature again.

It's still 40 degrees Celsius.

"Child, you need to go to the hospital right away."

The school doctor looked very serious as he held the thermometer up to Peter.

"Forty degrees Celsius, that's no joke."

Peter glanced at the number on the thermometer and paused for a moment.

Forty degrees?

He didn't think it was that exaggerated.

I feel a little dizzy and have a slight fever, but it doesn't feel like 40 degrees Celsius.

When he was a child, he had a high fever of 39 degrees Celsius. He was so dizzy that he couldn't even stand up.

He can still walk, talk, and think now, how could he be like someone with a fever of 40 degrees?

But the school doctor had already written a certificate without saying a word and stuffed it into his hand.

"Go to the hospital quickly, don't delay."

Peter took the certificate and walked out of the school clinic.

He went to the counselor's office.

The office door was open, and there were already people inside.

The counselor, the same female teacher from yesterday, was sitting behind her desk with her arms crossed in front of her chest, looking speechlessly at Chen Yuan standing in front of her.

"Taking leave again?"

There was a hint of helplessness in her voice.

Chen Yuan shrugged, his expression sincere and his tone innocent.

"You know, teacher, I live alone and have no source of income..."

"Alright."

The counselor waved his hand, interrupting his long-winded speech.

"You can go now, but remember to come to class tomorrow."

"no problem!"

Chen Yuan turned and left.

They ran into Peter, who was also there to ask for leave.

Peter clutched the certificate from the school doctor in his hand, his face pale and beads of sweat still clinging to his forehead.

"Peter, what a coincidence?"

Chen Yuan patted him on the shoulder, his tone relaxed.

Peter looked somewhat uneasy, as if he had done something wrong, and his gaze darted away.

"Yes...yes..."

"It's just asking for leave, don't be so timid, it's not like you're doing anything wrong."

Chen Yuan patted his shoulder again, not hard, but very firmly.

"You... went out to earn money for living expenses again?"

Peter asked a question, his voice very soft.

"yes."

Chen Yuan waved his hand, turned and left with light steps.

"See you later."

Peter watched his figure disappear at the end of the corridor, took a deep breath, and walked into the counselor's office.

"Peter, what is it?"

The counselor looked up at the student, who was pale and covered in sweat.

"I... also asked for leave."

Peter handed over the certificate issued by the school doctor.

The counselor took it, glanced at it, and frowned.

Forty degrees?

She looked up at Peter's pale face, which didn't seem like a 40-degree Celsius face.

But Peter was a good student and never lied about these things.

Are you alright?

"No...it's nothing."

Peter shook his head.

"I'm just a little dizzy."

"Go to the hospital right away."

The counselor returned the certificate to him.

"Don't delay."

"Yes, thank you, Ms. Hannah."

Peter turned and walked out of the office.

The corridor was empty, and the fluorescent lights cast a pale white light that shone on him, casting a long shadow.

He took two steps, and suddenly his vision blurred.

The walls seemed to be shaking, the floor seemed to be undulating, and the whole world seemed unreal.

He leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

It took a while for that feeling to gradually subside.

Chen Yuan walked leisurely through the streets of New York, his hands in his pockets.

The sunlight shone on him, making him feel warm and comfortable.

He took the giant spider out of his pocket and placed it in his palm.

The spider remained motionless, its eight legs pointing upwards, its body stiff.

Stop pretending.

Chen Yuan poked its belly.

The spider didn't move.

"I know you are alive."

The spider still didn't move.

Chen Yuan sighed.

"You're putting me in a difficult position."

The spider remained motionless.

Chen Yuan put it back in his pocket and continued walking.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly felt his fingers were itchy.

He glanced down and saw the small red dot that had been bitten was slowly spreading, like a drop of ink falling into water.

The surrounding skin began to turn red and felt slightly warm.

Chen Yuan's lips curled up.

coming.

He quickened his pace and headed towards his rented small apartment.

I need to find a quiet place to properly experience what it feels like to become a superhero.

By the way, let's see how the system calculates this "big event".