Marvel Comics: Starting with the Ability to Replicate Superhuman Talents

New York.

Midtown High School.

The early morning sunlight shines through the windows on the classroom desks, like a layer of gold powder on the faces of these young and beautiful college students.

Campus life is always beautiful, and high school students are also restless.

"So, can anyone tell me how to explain this question?"

Standing on the podium was a white-haired old lady wearing a floral dress. She chanted in a long tone and glanced at the students in the audience.

The old lady never had high expectations for the students of Zhongcheng High School.

Just like students in other countries, there are only a very small number of children who study well. The fate of most students will be to live in ignorance and enter the society after finishing high school. Some will become gang members, while others will enter factories. A place where youth is wasted.

"well."

She sighed and her eyes fell on a blond girl and a shy boy in the second row of the teacher.

Peter Parker and Gwen Stacy are known as the twin stars of New York's Midtown High School. They both have excellent academic performance and are the type that the teacher prefers.

"Classmate Gwen."

After thinking for a moment, the old lady decided to let the police chief's daughter answer this question. This was not because she thought it was a piece of cake, but because she felt that Gwen deserved this opportunity more.

"Teacher, I think this question should start with..."

Gwen, who had long and beautiful golden hair, stood up and answered the question perfectly.

"very good."

The old lady motioned for Gwen to sit down with an appreciative look. At the same time, the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

"Okay, what's the next class?"

Peter scratched his head, looked at his class schedule, and his expression became slightly gloomy.

The next class is physical education, which is also the class he hates the most. As a nerd considered by his classmates on campus, Peter's athletic talent cannot be described as good, and can only be described as poor.

Reluctantly throwing the books into the locker, Peter gathered alone in the indoor stadium with his classmates who were also participating in the physical education class.

Peter walked into the crowd. There were forty or fifty classmates in class, but the irresponsible physical education teacher still let them move freely as usual.

Classmate Peter looked around, but saw an unfamiliar face in the crowd.

Her golden and dazzling long hair looks like a perfect creation of God.

In less than a minute, Peter saw many girls secretly looking at this strange boy.

The young man seemed to be accustomed to such attention. He sat on the steps with his chin in his hands, seemingly bored.

"Hey."

I don’t know why, but Peter walked towards the young man mysteriously. The shy boy rubbed his chin and sat next to the blond young man: "I have never seen you before. Are you a transfer student?"

Hearing Peter's question, the blond boy turned around, winked at the boy and said, "Hello, I am Geno Luther."

He stretched out his hand, winked at Peter and said, "From Smallville Township High School in Kansas, transferred to Midtown High School today."

"Is that so?" Peter tilted his head, stretched out his hand and grasped the palm offered by the other party.

He had never heard of the name Smallville, but the United States was so big, so what the hell?

He could feel that this classmate named Gino seemed like a good person.

The two were talking, but while they were talking, a basketball roared towards them!

"Uh-huh!"

Peter couldn't even react before he saw the basketball hit him in the face.

But what was faster than the basketball was the slender fingers of an arm that gently clasped the basketball.

"I can see that someone is not happy that I'm talking to you." Geno smiled and stretched out his index finger to spin the basketball, his eyes falling on the basketball players playing under the steps.

"Hey, those two over there, especially you Parker, throw the ball over here!"

"That man's name is Lightning Thomson."

Looking at the short-haired young man with blond hair standing not far away under the backboard of the court with his hands on his hips, Peter's originally pale face became even paler.

Just the large autumn clothes on the other person's body seemed a bit narrow, which showed that this person was tall and tall.

As a nerd on campus, Peter obviously received special attention from the other party.

"Lightning Thomson."

Gino had a strange expression.

He knew this guy. In some comic periodicals, he became the host of Anti-Venom and was an avid fan of Spider-Man.

However, Gino felt that the other party had some indescribable special feelings for Peter.

He does not allow anyone to bully Peter, and when Peter is sad or frustrated, the other person will always appear by Peter's side in time.

If Lightning Thomson were replaced by a woman, it would definitely be a script about a tsundere young lady falling in love with a poor boy.

"So is there a possibility?" Gino glanced at Peter and said, "He was angry because he saw you chatting with me."

"Wha, what do you mean?"

After hearing Jino's words, Peter's already pale cheeks became even more pale and colorless.

Does Thomson like himself?

God, this is the scariest thing I have ever heard!

"Maybe you're just overthinking it?" Peter hesitated, but in his heart he was thinking about keeping a distance from Thomson.

He also has a secret crush on Gwen, a classmate in his class, who is the Bai Yueguang in his heart.

Between the tough Thomson and the kind-hearted Gwen, he would only choose the latter.

[Negative emotions from Peter Parker: +100, +100]

It was obvious that Peter felt disgusted from the bottom of his heart that Lightning Thomson might like him.

"You want the ball, don't you?" Gino held the basketball and stopped teasing poor classmate Parker. Instead, he grabbed the basketball and threw it gently.

The basketball that should have fallen easily was now an afterimage in the air, blasting towards Thomson's abdomen like a cannonball.

"Shet!"

Facing the terrifying basketball, Thomson did not dare to catch it hard. He bent and twisted slightly to avoid the bombardment of the basketball.

The terrible basketball passed by, and his head suddenly hit the basketball board.

"Wow!"

The solid backboard was as invisible as paper, and the shattered and scattered glass fragments rained down in the basketball hall.

"Oh My God."

"Oh, God!"

Many students who were watching this conflict had disbelief in their eyes. Some even blew up the chewing gum in their mouths without realizing it.

What did they see? The new transfer student actually shattered the backboard with just a basketball.

"What? Is my basketball too fast?"

Gino looked at Thomson with a smile.

"Gulu."

Looking at the smiling young man Thomson, he couldn't stop laughing. He just felt like he saw a demon, a terrible demon.