I Am Gwen's Spider-Man Mentor

Chapter 1 Genius Professor
Although it is only a few streets away from the bustling city, New York's slums still reveal the dilapidation of the post-industrial era. Evacuated factories and single-family bungalows in disrepair are dotted across the streets separated by horizontal and vertical streets. On the plot, the yellowed building exterior silently tells people the so-called glory and dilapidation.The air was filled with the smell of all kinds of junk food and BBQ, cigarettes, alcohol, vomit and all kinds of shit.

Under the dim street lights, drunken men and women hooked up with contraband and yelled, wild dogs barked at them and were kicked far away by unscrupulous men.

In the dilapidated bedroom that was rented cheaply, Gwen Stacy curled her body, frowning tightly, trying to use her thoughts 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 tightly. She hid herself under a thick quilt, laying on the bed and tossing and turning, staring straight at the half of the room. Painted ceiling, pondering two things over and over—

How much does Professor Xu know about himself?Why was he on the gang's hit list?
Go back to a few days ago:
"Attend class!"

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

The chattering students suddenly fell silent, and they looked at the medium-sized Asian man wearing glasses with those innocent big eyes—it is said that the teacher of fluid mechanical engineering is an old gray-haired professor , how could it be temporarily replaced by an Asian young man?
As a result, the classroom that had just been quiet began to be filled with chattering voices, full of discussions about this mysterious young Asian.Xu Yueming sighed, he was not unexpected about the situation in front of 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.

"Hi, I'm your professor Xu Yueming. You can also call me Raymond Xu. Since the professor of fluid mechanical engineering is busy, I'm here for a few classes." Xu Yueming spoke in 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 listen to the class very much.

"The roll call will start now." Ignoring the chattering students, Professor Xu flipped through the roll call roll on the desk with one hand, and took out a piece of chalk from the chalk box with the other hand to break it skillfully: "Aaron Kovominsky."

"Here!" A black boy with dreadlocks raised his hand.

"Arthur Williams."

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

After a long time, he finally found a meaningful phrase in a long list of English names, as if it resonated with his deep memory, so the young teacher raised his voice slightly and called out the name: "Gwen Stacy."

The students before "G" all answered yes, although some "answers" were answered repeatedly by certain people, but Xu Yueming didn't care about these--knowing that his roommates or friends who didn't know what to answer would at least answer this question Keeping the lesson in mind, it was 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 moved his eyes away from the lesson plan, raised his head, looked around, and continued to read: "Gwen Stacy."

Still the long-lost silence.

Young teachers began to wonder. American universities generally have a high GPA premium, and professors don't like to hang up students, because it may cause a lot of trouble.So professors who are obsessed with scientific research or other things tend to turn a blind eye to some things-this includes letting others answer for themselves.

Anyone who has one or two friends in this university and this course should know to cover up for his friends at this time, but why is this student alone not?

"Gwen Stacy." Raymond Xu put the half piece of chalk he was playing with on the podium, and walked off the podium with the roll in hand, his brows were frowned—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 out in this situation.So, the professor said to himself: "It seems that the popularity is not very good, so let's make a note of being late."

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

"Here!" The young girl appeared in front of the classroom door in a hurry. She ran so fast that she was about to throw herself out, and she managed to stabilize her figure with the help of the door frame.She repeated it again, with both panic and rashness in her tone: "Here! Sorry, Professor, I... I encountered a traffic jam on the road, but I should not be late, right?"

This kind of thing is already normal for her, so she doesn't need to make any excuses - when Gwen said that something happened in her family, she had already begun to become confident.

I just don't know what Superintendent George Stacey thinks about all the "things" going on at home.

The professor had just closed the cap of the marker pen. Hearing this, he unhurriedly cast his eyes on the blond girl standing panting in front of the classroom door—the girl's beautiful mid-length blond hair was combed diagonally to the left; Compared with European and American actresses who are prematurely mature and old-fashioned, the girl's face is also more beautiful and delicate.Although she was wearing a white and bulky men's coat, it was still difficult to conceal her curvaceous figure.What deserves the most attention is the pair of water-colored pupils, which are as clear and clear as water.

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

While breathing steadily and adjusting her heart rate, Gwen Stacy was also looking at the professor in front of her—the man was only in his twenties, about six feet tall, with black hair and black eyes, and wearing a pair of Gold-rimmed glasses that fit the status of a professor, wearing a tailored suit that can be seen as a custom-made suit, with a tall and straight figure and a handsome face, this is obviously a young talent who lives a very delicate life.

He is not a few years older than himself, and may even be the same age as him, but the fatigue in those black pupils is even more serious than that of himself who jumps around between buildings all day.Gwen pursed her lips, secretly speculating that this might be the price to pay for earning a tenured professorship at this age.

In addition, judging from the tiredness and impatience in his expression, this professor probably won't...hold on to his fault of being late, right?
Although she has been Spider-Man in New York for three years since high school, and even traveled across the parallel universe to another New York, the young Gwen Stacy still can't balance her life and the life of a superhero. The relationship between them, especially in the face of the terrifying academic pressure of the Ivy League school.Therefore, over time, Gwen can only give up her social life in normal life, study, socializing and chivalry.

This is also the main reason why none of the students who are full of classrooms can answer for her today.

"Student Gwen Stacy." While the blond girl was still smiling gracefully, Professor Xu clearly noticed that her bony forefinger and thumb were rubbing her flaxen skirt, and it was getting more and more serious. The more anxious she became, the more she finally said: "This time, I won't remind you that I'm late."

Hearing this, Gwen let out a long sigh, and even her straight back collapsed.The girl was carrying her schoolbag and was about to sneak to the back of the classroom to find a seat to die down—after chasing a few thieves last night, she was somewhat exhausted.

Looking at the girl's exquisite back, the young professor raised his eyebrows, "But you are indeed late, Miss Stacy."

Looking at the table and chairs within reach in front of her, Gwen, who was thinking about what position to sleep in for a while, felt bad all over. When she turned to face Professor Xu, her upper body was as stiff as a plaster cast.The girl tried her best to squeeze her eyebrows and pursed her lips, pretending to lower her eyebrows, trying to get back her good sleep time with a convincing confession: "Professor, I will listen carefully to the class!"

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

Gwen obeyed.

"Give it to me." Xu Yueming seduced, the greatest evil taste of a genius is to play with another genius - not to mention that it is within his scope of power, legal and reasonable requirements.

Gwen forced herself to straighten her tired back, walked towards the podium, and handed her textbooks to the young Asian professor in front of her.

Xu Yueming casually flipped through the textbook that Gwen had made full of outlines and dots, showed a satisfied smile, and then 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 cavity made her feel like falling into an ice cave again:

"You stand up in this class, right next to the podium, and I will be in my office after class."

Hearing this sentence, Gwen was stunned with a "boom", and then, the blond girl seemed to have suffered a lot of insults, and her face sank in an instant.At this moment, Miss Gwen Stacy, the majestic New York City superhero and Ghost Spiderman, is yelling angrily in her heart:

"No!"

(End of this chapter)