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

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

"He was a pampered, well-off 'mama's boy' who drove his family's Volkswagen or Dodge chariot. In the fall, he wore a high school fraternity windbreaker, and in the summer, he wore a bright striped sleeveless tank top. He liked to brag about the funny things that happened to him when he wasn't in class."

"He always starts by condescending to be interested in pretty girls, and then always ends up panting and eagerly following behind them. That's my boyfriend. Many people say he's not a good person."

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

He likes to drive his family's Dodge car around everywhere.

He likes to wear windproof jackets in the fall, and after becoming interested in pretty girls, he follows them breathlessly.

Why does it feel like this teacher is indirectly criticizing me?

Peter, sitting in the back row of the classroom, frowned as he looked at the new female teacher.

At this moment, the alien embryo on his chest underwent a change.

My heart was racing, and a feeling of intense heat washed over me.

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

Is this a warning?

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

He looked up and his gaze fell on the woman on the podium.

The other person exuded an aura similar to Frank's.

But it was clearly much stronger than that kind of aura, and it gave my body a warning signal.

He immediately became wary of the other person's identity.

"Today we're going to talk about the relationship between parasites such as fungi and spores and their hosts. I believe most of you will be interested in this."

As she spoke, she opened the book and looked down at the bottom.

Chapter 69 The nature of nature!

Ms. Helen, carrying her books and wearing high heels, slowly walked towards the students below.

"The only role of drones in a bee colony is mating, and drones that have mated will die immediately."

She removed the book from her face, a slight smile appearing on her lips.

"This type of drone is, in a sense, also a parasite."

As she spoke, she glanced in Peter's direction.

Peter simply listened to the beautiful teacher's lecture without showing any expression on his face.

"However, that's not the focus of our lesson today. What we're going to learn about is bacteriophages."

She walked over to Peter, stopped, and added, "The process of bacteriophages parasitizing bacteria."

"A bacteriophage is just a mass of genetic material wrapped in a protein shell. It lacks the materials and tools to replicate itself, but it can inject its own DNA into a bacterium and then integrate its own DNA into the bacterium's DNA."

As Helen explained the process of bacteriophage parasitism, she paused for a moment, then asked, "So, do the bacteria just sit there and wait to die?"

"No, it will use the CRISP/Cas system to direct DNA-cutting enzymes to remove the virus."

Will it succeed?

An activist asked Helen a question.

"That's something you'll need to think about."

Helen looked down at Peter. "Parker, could you share your thoughts?"

Peter was somewhat taken aback when his name was called.

Although I knew something was off about the woman in front of me, I didn't expect her to be so direct.

"No, I do not know."

Peter refused outright.

Did this woman know the secret of the alien embryo in her chest?

Comparing the alien embryo on his chest to a male bee or a bacteriophage?

What the other party just said is definitely not a coincidence.

"Hmm, perhaps you could listen to the lesson properly, Parker, instead of doing your own thing down there."

Helen reached out and swiped her hand across the notebook on his desk.

Peter could almost smell the lingering fragrance of her fingers as her fingers lightly brushed across the paper.

Peter's notebook was covered in scribbles and doodles.

Basically, only he can understand these densely packed things.

Its contents were all information about aliens from his past life memories.

"I like taking notes, but the way I record them is generally incomprehensible to most people."

Peter closed the notebook without batting an eye.

The fact that the woman knew his name made him even more wary.

"Perhaps. Could you come to my office next time and explain your unique note-taking method to me? I'm very interested."

Helen's smile was so charming that it made all the students in the class smile.

"Sorry, no."

Peter refused without hesitation.

He became increasingly wary of women.

At the same time, the alien embryo in his chest also began to move abnormally.

The heart was beating faster and faster, and it wasn't one heart but two.

The rapidly beating heart increased the burden on my body, and feelings of nausea and dizziness swept over me.

And the pain in my body gradually worsened.

The violent and bloodthirsty desires that accompanied the previous physical mutations did not appear this time.

Instead, a strange feeling arose.

That seemed to be a different kind of physiological impulse.

Seemingly oblivious to Peter's physical condition, Ms. Helen shook her head and said regretfully, "That's a real shame."

She gave Peter a deep look, then walked towards the podium in her high heels.

"Whether it's a drone or a bacteriophage, they have only one purpose in parasitizing: reproduction!"

Her voice was filled with a certain languid quality. "The drone chooses to die, the bacteriophage injects its own DNA into the bacteria, and the fungus parasitizes humans. Their ultimate goal is to reproduce, one reproduces two, and they keep expanding the population."

"This is a physiological phenomenon, and more importantly, it is an inevitable path of natural evolution."

Peter looked up and gazed at the other person's back.

The metal pen in his hand was almost broken from his grip.

Where on earth did this woman come from?

After the biology class, Gwen sat down next to Peter again.

"It seems like all the boys are attracted to her."

Gwen felt the atmosphere in the class was a bit strange.

"Ms. Helen seems to be the sweetheart of the sorority; everyone is captivated by her."

Peter didn't quite understand Gwen's strange metaphor, "Sweetheart?"

"Yes, she's very popular. As soon as she says 'frog,' those unruly and undisciplined students will laugh along in a very cooperative way."

Perhaps fearing Peter would misunderstand her as petty, Gwen quickly explained, "I meant she doesn't look like a teacher."

“You must understand a sentence in biology, Gwen.”

Peter pushed the biology book toward her.

A title on the opened book caught her eye—"Biodiversity".

Gwen's lips immediately curved into a smile when she saw this sentence.

But she quickly forced herself to suppress the urge to laugh.

Laughing like that makes you seem very impolite.

"Okay, Peter, you're still better at telling corny jokes."

Peter was speechless when he heard Gwen say that.

Is this a lame joke?

Looking at her suppressed smile, he suddenly found Gwen quite charming.

Clutching his chest, he felt the strange sensation in his body.

He was lost in thought.

No, Gwen has never changed.

I'm just acting a little strange today.

When school ended in the afternoon, he made up an excuse to part ways with Gwen and headed towards New York-Presbyterian Hospital.

Although he felt threatened by this woman of strange origin.

But the most important thing right now is to check the changes in the alien embryo.

The most important purpose of parasitism is indeed reproduction.

The facehugger parasitizes its own body in order to reproduce.

But that statement isn't entirely accurate.

The fact that it hasn't burst out of its chest means that it's not just using itself as a tool for reproduction.