In front of Superman, you have no choice but to give yourself to a little girl.

Having achieved his goal, Nick Fury quickly left the Baxter Building.

The Avengers didn't rest at Baxter Tower for long; they still had a lot of things to do.

Time passed little by little until night fell.

In Gwen's Manhattan home, the lights were off.

A tall, imposing figure slowly hovered in front of Gwen's room window.

Wayne glanced around and felt like a womanizer... well, no, if you had to say, he was the one being plucked.

Raising his right hand, Wayne didn't knock on the window—Gwen had told him beforehand, perhaps worried that old George might actually find him. Although Wayne's skin color wasn't the target's color, it was hard to say whether he would get shot in that situation.

After all, although he had a good relationship with George Stacy, Wayne couldn't be sure if she would really accept him taking advantage of her.

Shaking his head to clear his mind of those random thoughts, Wayne touched the window with his right hand and slowly opened it.

As soon as he entered Gwen's room, a warm and soft body rushed into his arms.

"Gwen?"

Wayne instinctively hugged Gwen, then looked down and saw that she was wearing a gray coat. Why would she wear such clothes at home?

Seeing the confusion on Wayne's face, Gwen's rosy cheeks lit up with a hint of delight, and a smug, mischievous smile played on her lips. "Wayne! Come here!"

Gwen took Wayne's hand and walked briskly to the bedside with her bare feet.

With a little effort, Gwen pulled Wayne down onto the bed.

Wayne placed his hands on either side of Gwen's head, and with the help of the soft moonlight and the extremely close distance, the two could clearly see every detail on each other's faces, and even feel the slight breath on their faces.

The mood was right, and Gwen wrapped her arms around Wayne's neck, applying a little pressure—Wayne, understanding her meaning, leaned forward slightly.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Breathing slightly rapid, her beautiful eyes misty, Gwen gazed quietly at the boy so close to her, almost as if in a dream—she had seen this face before, more than once, but this time was different. The two were so close, so close that she wondered if she was dreaming.

Gwen pursed her lips and slowly spoke, "Didn't you want to know what I gave you? Now you can open your gift."

"Where is it? I'll go get it..."

Wayne tried to get up, but Gwen showed no sign of letting go.

Seeing this, Wayne looked at Gwen with some confusion, but all he could see were her beautiful eyes filled with determination.

My super brain kicks in—a determined gaze, a gray coat that looks obviously off, and the refusal to let go of me… No way?!

With this in mind, Wayne tentatively moved his hand down slowly and placed it on the button of his gray coat—Gwen did not stop him, but instead turned her head away shyly.

Wayne was speechless. How could these two be so talented? Was this some kind of talent? It seemed that besides singing, he had another talent that had been surpassed. Perhaps he should ask Peter and Harry for some textbooks to learn from?

Wayne sighed helplessly as he thought about this—he also wanted to be a pure Superman, but they seemed to believe that Superman had to learn "Superman" skills, and there was nothing he could do about it.

You guys will corrupt me sooner or later!

Wayne unwrapped the birthday gift Gwen had given him—a handmade scarf with a smooth, white, mutton-fat sheen that held infinite beauty.

"The scarf... is too short, so this is the only way I can tie it."

Perhaps because she was too shy, Gwen's body was a little tense, and her words were barely audible.

Fortunately, Wayne has super hearing, but since this is the first time he's encountered this kind of gameplay, he hasn't had time to use his super brain to come up with instructions. "Um, I should..."

"Honestly! Hurry up!"

Gwen lifted her two plump, long legs and placed them on Wayne's shoulders, pressing Wayne down slightly with a little force.

……

"Sorry, Wayne... how are you?"

"It's nothing, I just almost choked."

Wayne shook his head calmly.

The probability of drowning on land is not zero—another useless piece of knowledge recorded by the super brain.

Of course, he didn't drown; he was just aware of the possibility.

"It wasn't intentional."

Gwen's beautiful, blushing face slowly swept her hair back.

"Wait! I haven't said anything yet... Why aren't you listening to me?!"

……

"Gwen, are you sure you want to do this?"

Wayne seemed somewhat dazed by the two bright white full moons.

"Stop talking nonsense! Hurry up!"

Gwen, her face flushed crimson, bit her thin lips and urged softly.

"Oh well."

Seeing that Gwen was so insistent, Wayne had no choice but to do as Gwen said.

……

Gwen beside him fell into a deep, weary sleep, a stray strand of hair clinging to her lips.

Wayne raised his head slightly, his slightly wistful gaze seemingly piercing through everything to the depths of the universe. Of course, he hadn't expended much energy, much less exhausted.

He was just a little sentimental, perhaps this is the difference between Amu Superman and other superheroes, since he has to experience more since he has to bear a greater burden.

……

Although Gwen was in better physical condition than Susan, she still had to take the day off due to an unavoidable minor ailment, citing a cold she had caught.

Wayne, who arrived at the state university alone, was immediately surrounded by those two as soon as he entered the school.

"Wayne! You and Gwen... kissed?"

"Peter, you're so innocent! They were alone together! They might have done everything except the very last step!"

Listening to their conversation, Wayne couldn't help but smirk—ha, two little brats.

What should and shouldn't be done? You only know after you stop doing it, right?

The three of them walked together to the classroom for the next class.

State universities don't have fixed class assignments, nor do they have fixed seats—the three of them found a not-so-inconspicuous spot next to each other after entering the classroom.

However inconspicuous the location, Wayne's near-perfect appearance makes him a spotlight wherever he goes, especially since he is Superman—which means there are always many people watching and whispering.

However, Peter and Harry were already used to it. Anyway, with Wayne's biofield around, they didn't have to worry about being surrounded and bothered.

As more and more students arrived, someone who clearly wasn't a student finally walked into the classroom.

She walked to the podium, dressed in a long yellow robe, her hands clasped behind her back. Her deep eyes, hidden beneath her hat brim, focused on the figure above everyone else. "Mr. Scott, could you please come out with me for a moment?"