I'm not Spider-Man, even though I'm parasitized by an alien!

"Although the details of the accident are still unclear, we have evidence that someone died in this accident."

"Osborne Industries' achievements in science and medicine are widely regarded as the most cutting-edge breakthroughs in the world over the past decade. The medical community has long speculated about the company, and according to sources, Osborne has developed a revolutionary new product."

The images that flashed across the television screen showed the devastation left by the fire and explosion in the laboratory.

Whether tonight's events are related to the so-called new product is still unclear. Authorities are asking residents to keep their distance from the area where Osborn is located and not to approach it.

Uncle Ben watched the scene on TV and sighed softly, "I hope Mr. Norman is alright."

The news anchor's voice continued on television: "It is unclear whether local businessman and entrepreneur Norman Osborne is at the scene of the accident."

Uncle Ben listened to the news broadcast and turned his gaze to Peter.

"Peter, is something wrong with your classmate Harry?"

Uncle Ben had a good impression of Harry during their previous visit to Osborne Manor, and he asked Peter with some concern.

“I just called him, but he wasn’t there, so he wasn’t hurt.”

After Peter learned that the explosion he heard at the hospital that morning was an accident at Osborne Laboratory, he called Harry to confirm that he was safe.

"That's good."

Uncle Ben breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Peter's words and sat down on the sofa.

"These are truly turbulent times. First it was Sheriff George, and now it's the Osborne family. It seems like all the bad things have piled up at once."

Uncle Ben rubbed his forehead; he'd been quite busy lately.

Aunt Mei recently found a new job, and Uncle Ben needs to pick her up and drop her off at get off work every day, which completely ruined his idea of ​​working part-time as a taxi driver.

After all, it's impossible for both members of a family to work.

One person needs to take care of the family.

Peter thought for a moment and said to Uncle Ben, "I remember the company was called Feast, right? I've seen their trucks on the street."

"Yes, your Aunt Mei was just a volunteer before, but now she's officially employed."

Uncle Ben said to Peter, "The company's boss is Chinese. Mei often says he's a good man who helps homeless people."

Peter became interested when he heard Uncle Ben say that the other person was Chinese.

After all, I am also a Chinese citizen, and I have a natural affinity for my fellow countrymen.

"Have you seen him, Uncle Ben?"

"No, but I remember his last name was something like 'Lee'."

"Li?"

Peter nodded.

He could pretend to be a rich man, meet this Boss Li, and ask him to pay Aunt Mei more wages.

He quickly shifted his thoughts from his fellow villager to Aunt Mei.

Although Aunt Mei's new job has stabilized, the family's expenses are still somewhat tight.

It seems I need to speed things up with the scholarship I forged.

I wonder if those people who made fake certificates have managed to get things sorted out yet.

After talking with Uncle Ben for a while, Peter went upstairs to his room.

Standing by the window, he held a pink, transparent glass bottle in his hand.

I got this from Matt Murdoch last night.

The other party used this poison to drive George Stacy insane.

It seems that Matt Murdoch didn't tell himself the whole truth.

He raised the glass bottle, held it up to the sun, and gazed through the glass at the pink smoke inside.

His gaze stretched infinitely far away, his dark pupils seemingly sinking into an endless abyss.

At the edge of the abyss, a pair of blue eyes appeared.

Gwen, who had been staring at the liquid in the root juice bottle, coughed awkwardly and looked away when she heard her father's words.

She's feeling a little guilty now.

To be honest, I don't know why I chose to take the bullet for Peter in that instant.

Perhaps it's because Peter is close to him?

Well, that reason doesn't convince anyone.

She could tell from George's face that her father seemed to care a lot about this.

"Are you listening to me, Gwen?"

"Of course, Dad."

Gwen feigned composure, saying, "Peter and I are just good friends."

“Is that so? But you’re not good at lying, Gwen, I can tell.”

Although George had a good impression of Peter, he always felt that the boy had many secrets.

When the assailant raised his gun, Peter used his foot to pull the plastic carpet, causing the assailant to fall.

This child always manages to do things that are completely unexpected.

So even though he had a good impression of Peter, he was still afraid that his daughter would encounter more danger if she stayed with him.

The things he said to Peter when he lost his temper weren't necessarily all crazy talk; some of them were his true thoughts.

However, he kept these thoughts deep in his heart and would never reveal them under normal circumstances.

“I know that the pastor in the church always says that purity, kindness, dignity, integrity, and careful speech are what girls should be like, but I am not like that.”

Gwen let out a breath and said to her father, "I'm just a slightly crazy girl."

"Since I was little, I have liked to secretly read comic books and stand quietly in front of other children to listen to their rap music and rock albums."

At school, I excitedly peeked at other kids smoking; at home, I secretly read my comic books or listened to jarring rock music night after night. Day after day, year after year, I should have completely ruled out the possibility of becoming the "good girl" the pastor talked about.

So, Dad.

Gwen blinked and said, "Sometimes I won't listen to you, that's just how I am."

"Do you know what I'm trying to say, Gwen?"

"Of course, you understand what I mean, Dad. You mean I should be cautious about my views on dating, right?"

Gwen's expression turned serious. "Only in matters like this will I instinctively follow my own opinion."

"Forehead"

George was suddenly speechless, taken aback by his daughter's antics.

How come he didn't realize his daughter would be so rebellious?

but

He sighed, thinking to himself: This also means that my daughter has matured.

The next day, early in the morning.

Midtown High School.

Peter had just entered the hallway and opened his locker when he heard the murmurs of the crowd.

All the discussion revolved around the explosion at the Osborn laboratory.

"Hey, have you guys seen the news? There was an accident at Harry's family's lab, and his father's fate is still unknown."

Thank you everyone for your votes! (bows)

Chapter 65 Gwen always arrived at class just as the bell rang.

"King Kong," wearing a Yankees baseball cap, was chatting with his friends about yesterday's news.

"Harry's lab was bombed. I wonder if he's alright."

"Who knows, I have no interest in news about rich second-generation heirs."

"Lightning" Thompson stretched and switched the football from his left hand to his right.

He quickly noticed the "King Kong" T-shirt.

The other person's white T-shirt had a black spider head printed on it.

Thompson leaned closer to the "King Kong" suit and asked in surprise, "Where did you get this thing from?"

"It's cool to be at a Mexican stall, isn't it? Spider-Man is a fashion icon now."

King Kong said proudly, "He is my idol."

Thompson intended to express his disdain, but what came out of his mouth was, "Can you get me one?"

King Kong rubbed his bald head. "Okay, but you have to take me to the party in Leeds."

"Which girl do you want to date, Elizabeth or Gloria?"

Thompson looked at him suspiciously. "Or do you want to date Liz Allen? I have to say, you have no chance at all. Not only is she a tough girl to mess with, but I've also heard that her mother used to date a lesbian."

"Of course not Liz."

"King Kong" shook his head to indicate that he had no interest in becoming the student council president.

“I promise you, King Kong, but you have to give me two more items.”

After some thought, Thompson finally agreed to King Kong's conditions.

The group walked toward the classroom while talking.

Peter, who was not far away, put his schoolbag into the locker.

He heard the entire conversation between King Kong and the others.

After pondering for a few seconds, he walked towards the classroom.

"Hi, Peter."