I am not Spider-Man because I am parasitized by an alien!

Peter, who Matt said "likes to play games with people," was flipping through a biological information book.

Little did he know that he was being made up by Night Demon just because he was "lazy".

Looking at the biological embryo diagram on the page, he fell into thinking.

"Hey, Peter."

Gwen suddenly appeared behind him and patted his back.

At this time, both of them were in the classroom, and the bell had not yet rang.

"Aren't you late today?"

Peter asked her unexpectedly.

"Maybe it's because there aren't so many accidents today. Life is different every day. Sometimes it's faster, sometimes it's slower. This is an unpredictable fate."

Gwen shrugged her shoulders, "If I am late for every class, I will definitely be criticized by Miss Fish, and she will even talk to me. You know, no one wants to listen to her non-stop chatter. "

"Um."

Peter expressed his understanding that Spider-Woman doesn't meet someone who needs help every day.

It seems that Gwen has adapted to her superhero status very quickly.

"Um. Did Liz invite you to the party held at her home?"

Gwen asked him curiously.

"I was invited, but I declined."

"Why?"

"I'm not interested in this kind of stuff."

"Actually, I'm not too interested in parties or anything."

Gwen exhaled and said, "The last party I still remember attending was the spring graduation dance."

“Put on the corsage that had been in the refrigerator all afternoon, wear a white evening gown with a wide belt, black pants and shoes, and pose on the stage, waiting for the people below to have fun with their Kodak and Polaroid cameras. Shoot.”

She described her strange feeling, "It was like being forced to participate in some TV audition, and being looked at by people."

"and"

Gwen hesitated, "I always feel like something will happen."

Hearing what Gwen said, Peter put down the book in his hand and looked at Gwen, "Why do you say that? Gwen."

"I don't know, it's just this weird feeling."

Gwen didn't know how to describe her feeling. After thinking about it, she said:

"It seems like every school party something bad happens, last time it was at the Museum of Natural History in New York, nearly getting hit by the subway, and the last time it was Frank's disaster on the football field."

She propped her chin up with one hand, "Then last time, I remember it was the game against Stadler, do you remember?"

"I don't remember."

Peter shook his head.

He was not very clear about many memories of his previous life, and some of the memories he remembered were even starting to become blurry.

Gwen recounted an incident that left a lasting impression on her.

“I remember this guy’s name was Bruce Trevor, and the week before the last crucial game against Stadler, he was cut from the team because someone found something in the back of Trevor’s Civics textbook. A kilogram of marijuana.”

"Then we lost the game, I think it was 114:56, and our chance to reach the championship was gone."

Gwen paused and continued: "Well, that's not the point. No one remembers these things. What everyone remembers is the riot that interrupted the fourth quarter."

"Bruce Trevor rightly claimed that he had been framed, and a fight ensued. Four people were treated for injuries, one of whom was a coach and a first-aid kit was smashed on his head."

Gwen's eyes light up when she talks about gossip.

"Ahem, now I feel that way."

Gwen meant to say a worse premonition related to death, but ended up saying "a premonition that someone is coming with rotten apples."

Well, I can't keep thinking about death and stuff like that.

Gwen felt that the words she said in front of Peter last time, "Death always favors Gwen Stacy," seemed too sad.

"Right."

Gwen suddenly remembered something again and whispered to Peter: "Our biology teacher has changed."

"Changed?"

"Hmm, it's not Teacher Susan anymore. I heard she is going to take maternity leave."

Gwen wanted to say something else, but the bell rang, and she had no choice but to stop and sit back in her seat.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

The sound of high heels hitting the floor could be heard outside the corridor.

The next second, a figure opened the door and entered.

The woman with a tall figure immediately attracted the attention of all the students.

The other party was wearing burgundy velvet shorts and a white silk shirt, which perfectly highlighted his figure.

After the new teacher entered the classroom, he looked around at the students below.

"King Kong", Thompson and others whistled excitedly.

The beautiful teacher was not affected by the booing students below. Instead, she smiled slightly and wrote her name on the board - Helen Nolan.

"It looks like you're very welcoming to me, which makes me breathe a sigh of relief."

Teacher Helen introduced herself with a smile on her face.

"Teacher Helen, do you have a boyfriend?"

"King Kong" asked maliciously from below.

"Yes, I do."

Teacher Helen admitted readily. She looked at "King Kong" and said, "I can introduce him to you."

"He is a pampered, wealthy and powerful "mom-brand" good boy. He drives his own Volkswagen or Dodge Charger. He wears a high school fraternity windbreaker in the fall and a bright striped sleeveless tight vest in the summer. He likes to brag about the interesting things that happened when he was not in class."

"He always condescends to be interested in pretty girls at the beginning, and always follows her breathlessly and attentively in the end. This is my boyfriend. Many people say he is not a good person."

Hearing what Teacher Helen said, "King Kong" was immediately speechless.

He likes to drive his own Dodge car and run around.

He likes to wear a windbreaker in the fall, and after being interested in pretty girls, he follows them breathlessly.

Why do I feel that this teacher is scolding me in a roundabout way?

Peter, who was sitting in the back row of the classroom, frowned and looked at the new female teacher.

At this time, the alien embryo in his chest changed.

His heart beat faster, and a feeling of heat invaded his whole body.

The alien embryos had been quiet for a long time before, but now they started again.

Is it a warning?

Or is it a change caused by the discovery of prey or hunters?

He raised his head and cast his eyes on the woman on the podium.

The other person exuded a similar aura to Frank.

But it was obviously stronger than that aura, and it made his body produce a warning message.

He immediately became alert to the other person's identity.

"Today we are going to explain the relationship between parasites such as fungi and spores and hosts. I believe most students will be interested."

As she said this, she opened the book and cast her eyes below.