I Am Gwen's Spider-Man Mentor

Loneliness is like a cloud, heavy with water, as if it will drip out in the next second.

Gwen Stacy glanced at the skyline where it was about to rain, shook her head and walked into the teaching building. The girl was wearing a black T-shirt today, revealing two fair and slender arms, and her lower body was put on a skirt. Since Gwen was not wearing a battle suit today, the girl exposed her two smooth and straight long legs, attracting people from There are many youthful and restless looks from the opposite sex or even the same sex.

She hugged a few books tightly to her chest and looked solemn - it was technically still her vacation, but she still decided to go back to school early.

Gwen Stacy, who was living a messy life, decided to start with her studies to save her "failure" - she could no longer play the role of "the woman closest to failure" like this. Otherwise, something will happen sooner or later.

Listening to the class bell ringing, Gwen followed the chaotic flow of people of all kinds into the classroom - only when she entered the classroom did she realize that she was late: this was a big class, and every seat was already occupied by students. , there are even two people sitting on some seats. A quick glance at the standing place shows that the prime seats are already crowded with people standing, leaving only the awkward position of the first row in front of the podium for the girl.

As if recalling some bad memories, Gwen put the books and pens on the first row of tables with a look of embarrassment. She was wearing a skirt and it was really not suitable for her to sit on the floor. In the end, she just squatted down and took the books from the table. Take it off and put it on the ground.

The professor came in quickly. He briefly greeted the students and handed out a small test paper for roll call. Gwen was forced to put the book on her lap, and then handed out the simple test paper the size of a letter paper. Put it in a book and write it down in a hurry.

The blond girl had seen Raymond Xu's calligraphy. Professor Xu, who was born in Oxford, had beautiful calligraphy that could be framed for any occasion - in contrast, even if she was sitting in a quiet and comfortable classroom, Standing straight and leaning slightly to the right, writing straightly, you can only write crooked ghost characters.

The words written like this on her slender legs - Gwen lifted the note and saw only snake-like ghost symbols. The girl raised her brows helplessly, with countless confusion in her eyes. But she decided to just keep writing.

If she didn't do something, she would always think of the bloody Shura field that day, the two fighter jets with their wings spread like vicious vultures, and then the broken limbs, bloody flesh, and then that A pile of soft, bloody small intestines that could not be stuffed into the stomach no matter how hard it was stuffed.

"Oh my God!"

Before Gwen Stacey finished shouting "Oh my God", she felt a wave of heat rushing up from her abdomen. The girl's brain was hot, her eye sockets were also hot, and she could even feel her face turning red. . The blonde girl quickly covered her mouth with her hands, but at this time, the little bit of food she had eaten last night had already poured out:

"vomit!"

Under the watchful eyes of all the students in the room, Gwen Stacy, who had always maintained an elegant demeanor, was cold and arrogant in the past, spat out unknown food residue on the ground, and was so slovenly that she did not look like she would dance in the crowd at that moment. " Swan Lake" goddess.

"I'm sorry, Professor, I don't feel well..." By the time she managed to shout out this sentence, the girl's face had turned red, and she used exaggerated standing movements to relieve her tension.

Then the girl turned up her hood and stumbled out of the classroom under the silent gaze of the audience.

After cleaning herself up in the bathroom, Gwen splashed cold water on her face, so much so that when she raised her head and looked in the mirror, she couldn't even tell whether the water on her face was from crying or from washing her face. But girls rarely cry, or never cry, and Spider-Woman shouldn't have the right to cry.

Gwen loved reading books since she was a child, and she read a lot. So, she immediately judged from her current symptoms that this was a disease called "post-traumatic stress disorder", which is common among people who experience tremendous stress. Basically all veterans who have been on the battlefield have to go through this - she never thought that she would have to do this one day, let alone that she would make a fool of herself in public.

At this moment, Gwen Stacy was not thinking about hating anyone or blaming Raymond. She just felt that it was her own mess and she should clean it up. The girl wiped the corners of her mouth again, washed her face with water, pulled out a paper towel and wiped it clean. Then she dipped her hands in some water and tidied her fried blond hair back to her usual impeccable and light demeanor. Finally, she went out.

When she returned to the classroom, she found that the packed crowd automatically separated for her, and a road appeared in the middle. The girl who had been shy in the past was so flattered that her steps slowed down a little. She had transformed from a carefree golden wild cat into a Persian cat that seemed more noble because of its fear.

At the end of the road where the crowd separated was a neatly packed seat. Everyone in the audience was looking at him, and Gwen wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl in. She looked at the professor on the stage asking for help, but the professor just avoided the girl's asking for help as if she didn't exist.

So, she could only sit on the wooden chair with fear, as if she was about to sit on some red-hot iron - for the next forty-two minutes, she could not sit still, and she could not sit still at all times. She felt the gazes from the audience, which were like being grilled on a fire. The gazes were like the spears of knights from the feudal era, piercing her all over.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, everyone's eyes focused on her again. Even the professor on the stage looked at her hesitantly. The sensitive Gwen even saw a hint of disgust in the professor's eyes. She lowered her head in panic and almost rolled out of the classroom under the watchful eyes of the whole class.

At this time, the girl was just glad that it was a large class with a walking class, and many people did not know her.

Gwen went to class as usual today. Except for algebra class, today her class schedule was stacked from the earliest class to the last class - of course, this was thanks to her own failing record.

Fortunately, nothing so embarrassing happened to the girl again in the following lessons. But the strange thing is that in the past, although the former band drummer who quit the band was very popular in the engineering school, and she was extremely beautiful, her beautiful blond hair was particularly eye-catching... But, generally speaking, There wouldn't be so many people deliberately looking at me - their behavior is close to paying attention!

As the number of people turning around became higher and higher, Gwen Stacy's head was buried lower and lower. At the same time, she stepped out her long legs and quickened her pace as if there was wind under her feet - if she were not among the crowd now, , Gwen almost wanted to take out the spider silk launcher from her schoolbag and take herself away from this place as soon as possible.

When trying to distance herself from the people who stopped and stared at her, the keen Gwen used her extraordinary hearing to hear that they seemed to be whispering, but those who stared at her often deliberately stayed far away from her. She speaks very fast and softly, and because Gwen herself is upset, her ability will inevitably be affected...

In short, I could only hear the words "It's incredible" and "She is actually such a person".

"What kind of person am I?" Gwen couldn't help asking herself, "Spider-Man? Does everyone know my secret identity?"

Gwen suddenly panicked when she thought of this - even though she had been wearing the suit for three years, she was not ready to reveal her identity to the world.

Next, either because the professor in charge of the class had strict requirements on classroom discipline, or because it was an experimental class where everyone was busy with their own affairs, Gwen escaped. But when she went to the cafeteria to get food at night, things became weird again.

The people in the college—whether they are the rich second-generation men and women who look like dogs, or the nerds who usually bury their heads in books, or the school bullies and school bully reserves with strong minds and simple muscles, all He automatically made way for the thin girl, and an unknown hand even took out the dinner plate from the sideboard and handed it to her.

Gwen was pushed to the buffet stove filled with sumptuous dishes by the crowd with a confused look on her face. Everyone was staring at her - in the past, because of Spider-Man's physical requirements and the girl's scruples about face, Gwen was generally He would pick up a book and pretend to study, and stay low-key in the cafeteria for a long time. During this period, he would go back and forth to the buffet stove many times, trying to fill his stomach with small amounts.

But today's scene...

The girl who was usually fearless just wanted to put on her white spider mask, but she hesitated for a long time before remembering that she didn't wear a suit at all today. She stiffly took out food from the buffet stove that was definitely enough to satisfy her face, but definitely not enough to satisfy her stomach. She sat down on a nearby chair under the guidance of the crowd.

In the past, the dining table that could seat four or even six people was only available to her alone today.

Then, like a girl, she ate up the meager food on the plate, which looked like it was for ladies, and left the canteen in embarrassment.

Then she further discovered that wherever she went, people were letting her go - as if the school had discovered the sacrifices Gwen Stacy had made for the city as Spider-Woman because of that vomiting.

She walked onto the court, and those hormonal and arrogant basketball boys gave up the benches for her. They even took the initiative to hand the unscrewed mineral water to her hand, and then left shyly.

This strange feeling lasted until the phone call from Betty Brant.

My friend yelled on the phone: "Gwen, I heard you are pregnant?!"