Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

Susan nodded and did not deny it. "I asked her to come to school and was going to call you over to talk to you in detail. I checked your previous grades and they were basically all A. If you keep up the good grades, you will be fine."

You can definitely pass the interview and get into a top university. Believe me, there seems to be no difference between one university and another, but in fact there is a world of difference between them.

This concerns your future life.

And if your grades are good enough, you can go to college with a scholarship instead of a student loan that you can’t pay off.”

Peter Parker pursed his lips, his mind racing with thoughts.

He knew very well that he could not live on campus. If he was trapped in the school, the consequences would be disastrous.

He cannot give up his identity as Spider-Man, that is his responsibility and his mission.

Moreover, he could not accept that he could not meet Gwen as Spider-Man. He longed to meet her as a superhero and looked forward to the story that might happen between them.

"Teacher Susan, I understand your and my aunt's good intentions, but living on campus is really not suitable for me." Peter Parker said firmly, "I will try my best to adjust my schedule and make sure I won't be late or leave early. I will also study harder and improve my grades. Please believe me, I can do it."

Susan looked at Peter Parker's determined eyes and was slightly moved, but she still shook her head, "Peter, this is not a trivial matter. Your aunt is doing this for your own good. She is worried about your studies and future. Living on campus will allow you to focus more on your studies and manage your time better. You should think about it carefully."

Peter Parker was anxious, he knew he had to come up with a solution to this problem as soon as possible. His brain was working fast, thinking of various possible solutions.

Suddenly, an idea occurred to him.

"Teacher Susan, I have a request." Peter Parker said, "Can I talk to my aunt alone?

I wanted to explain to her in person why I couldn't live on campus.

I believe that as long as we communicate well, we can find a better solution.”

Susan hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded, "Okay, you two can have a good talk.

But Peter, you have to think about this matter seriously and don’t let everyone down.”

"But I can't find my aunt now." Peter Parker had just finished speaking when Susan said, "She called me before and said she had arrived at my office. Did she leave again?" Susan asked in confusion, taking out her cell phone from her bag and preparing to call May Parker back.

But just took out the phone.

The phone rang. Susan hesitated for a moment, but finally answered the call. Then a man's voice came from the other end: "Susan, that house was clearly left to us by our mother. Why did you sell it in your own name?"

A flash of annoyance crossed Susan's face.

She hung up the phone without hesitation, but the phone kept ringing again and again. She was so angry that she simply turned off the phone in her hand and said to Peter Parker, "Come with me to the office. We can use the phone there to call your aunt."

Peter Parker nodded.

He turned around and followed Susan upstairs.

However, halfway through the walk, he suddenly held his stomach and said he had a stomachache. Susan had no choice but to let him go to the bathroom first and then told him that she would wait for him in the office.

Peter Parker quickly went down to the first floor.

He stood at the door of the women's restroom, hesitant.

He listened attentively at first, and as he stopped all movements, the sound in the women's restroom began to be infinitely amplified. The faint low moaning sound continued to sound and reached Peter Parker's ears.

His cheeks instantly flushed and his heartbeat involuntarily quickened.

He felt so embarrassed and overwhelmed that he didn't know what to do.

He had a hunch that Aunt Mei was in there.

But if it wasn't Aunt Mei inside, he would rush in.

That would obviously get him into a lot of trouble.

After struggling for a moment, Peter Parker took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He decided that he couldn't just leave like that and had to find out what was going on inside.

He coughed softly, trying to attract the attention of the people inside and also to stop the strange noise.

However, the low hum did not stop. Instead, it paused after his cough, and then came out more clearly. Peter Parker frowned, and his worry became stronger.

He mustered up his courage again and shouted into the women's restroom, "Is anyone there?

May I ask what happened inside?"

Still, no one answered Peter Parker.

He stood at the door of the women's restroom, feeling confused and uneasy.

On the one hand, he knew that barging into the women's restroom without permission was inappropriate and could cause a lot of trouble.

On the other hand, the strange voice and his concern for Aunt Mei made him unable to ignore it. After a fierce ideological struggle, Peter Parker hesitated for a while, and finally mustered up the courage to open the door of the women's restroom.

But the moment he pushed open the door, what he saw made him open his eyes wide.

He seemed to be shocked by what he saw. Even his spider sense was not triggered. He was immediately covered in the overwhelming white sticky glue.

Peter Parker was covered in white sticky glue at this moment, and his whole body seemed to be wrapped in a strange white film.

The glue began to flow from the top of his head, and some of it stuck to his hair, sticking it into irregular strands, like silk threads that were randomly mixed together.

At the same time, the glue also left marks on his face, some of which hung on his cheeks, and some covered his eyebrows, making his face blurry.

His shirt was completely soaked with glue. The originally colorful school uniform now became heavy and stiff, sticking tightly to his body, outlining his figure but lacking any aesthetic appeal.

The glue formed all kinds of strange patterns on the clothes. In some places it accumulated into thick clumps, and in other places it spread out thinly, like an abstract and chaotic painting.

His arms were not spared either. The glue flowed down his arms and solidified on his wrists and the backs of his hands, making his hands seem to be bound and unable to move freely.

His pants were also stained with glue. From his thighs to his calves, the white glue mixed with the fabric of his pants, making his legs look like two thick white pillars.

His shoes were also covered with glue. The originally delicate uppers became blurred and the soles seemed to be firmly glued to the ground, making it difficult for him to move.

It was as if it had turned into a white stone statue.

"Aunt..." Peter Parker seemed to have completely lost all his senses and just stared blankly ahead.

“Parker!

It’s not…what you think!”

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"Today's weather is so stuffy!"

"Yes." The sky in New York seemed to be covered by a huge gray curtain, which was so dull that it was hard to breathe. It was cool and breezy yesterday, making people feel comfortable, but today it became unusually hot and humid.

The sweltering feeling was like an invisible heater that was continuously heating New York. The air seemed to be frozen, without any sign of movement.

Walking on the street, you can clearly feel the heat waves coming from all directions, tightly wrapping people.

Although the sunlight is not strong, it seems to carry a depressing power, making people feel anxious.

Pedestrians on the street were sweating profusely and kept wiping the sweat from their foreheads with handkerchiefs or tissues.

The leaves of the trees drooped and looked listless, as if they were also enduring the unbearable heat. The buildings in the distance became a little blurry under the steam, like a mirage.

The whole city of New York was like a huge steamer, with people breathing hard in it, hoping that this strange and sultry weather would pass as soon as possible.

The weather is really too hot.

Because there was a lot of building materials piled up.

All construction sites in Hell's Kitchen have come to a halt.

Workers are constantly spraying water to cool down.

"This damn weather is so hot!" Monica sat in front of the air conditioner.

It's almost stuck to the air conditioner.

She was a vampire, and in the past, changes in temperature had no effect on her, as she was unable to feel hot or cold.

Whether the outside world is icy or scorching hot, it makes no difference to her.

But since she was promoted to a high-level vampire, Monica's physical characteristics are basically no different from those of ordinary people.

Of course, it is impossible to say that there is no difference. Normally, even when doing strenuous exercise such as long-distance running, Monica would never shed a drop of sweat. Her skin still maintains a delicate and slightly cool touch, as if it will never be invaded by the heat. However, now in this strangely hot weather, she can also feel a hint of stuffiness.

Although the heat didn't make her sweat like an ordinary person, it made her feel a little irritable. She looked out the window at the scene distorted by the heat, and wondered in her heart what was behind this abnormal weather. The cold wind from the air conditioner gently brushed her face, but it couldn't completely dispel the uneasiness in her heart.

"I heard that it seems that some kind of tropical cyclone caused by the offshore earthquake may bring a typhoon to New York." Mrs. Stacy said softly, with a hint of uncertainty and worry in her voice. She frowned slightly and looked at the seemingly calm sky outside the window, but her heart was full of thoughts.

New York, this bustling city, has never experienced such strange weather changes. The typhoon brought by the tropical cyclone would be a huge disaster. People on the street may not realize the impending danger and are still busy shuttling.

However, this is good news full of opportunities for the newly opened First People's Hospital in New York City. Mrs. Stacy always felt that this name was a bit abstract, but she couldn't tell where it was weird.

"It's so hot. Why does your air conditioner not seem to be blowing cold air?"

Monica's face was almost pressed against the air outlet of the air conditioner. Her delicate face was full of anxiety and irritability. She felt extremely hot. In fact, the air conditioner was not broken, and the cold wind it blew out had a very high wind speed and a very low temperature. The strands of cold air blowing on her face seemed to be swallowed up by the surrounding heat wave in an instant, and could not bring her any coolness.

But she still felt extremely hot, as if someone had lit a fire in her heart, making her feel uncomfortable all over. The heat spread from her heart and gradually spread to her whole body.

Her forehead was slightly sweaty and her heartbeat involuntarily quickened.

She tried to calm herself down, but found it impossible.

This heat seemed to have its own will, constantly eroding her reason and patience.

Monica stood up and paced back and forth in the room, hoping to find a way to relieve the unbearable heat. She opened the window to let the outside air in, but what hit her face was an even hotter breath.

Is it that exaggerated? "Although Mrs. Stacy also felt very stuffy, it was not as exaggerated as Monica. She couldn't help but notice something was wrong. You know, even under Louise's harsh torture, Monica has always been able to remain calm and rational.

But why is the temperature just a little bit hotter?

Why did she become so impatient?

Mrs. Stacy was full of doubts and stared at Monica, trying to find the answer from her expression and actions.

Monica's anxiety at this moment was in sharp contrast to her usual calmness, which made Mrs. Stacy feel that things were not simple.

In fact, it's not just Monica. Throughout New York City, whether it's Brooklyn, Queens, or Manhattan Peninsula, whether it's in high-rise buildings, slums, dark sewers, or splendid nightclubs, many people feel the heat is unbearable.

People kept waving their fans or turning on all the ventilation equipment they could find, but they still couldn't dispel the stuffiness that seemed to emanate from their bones.

The pedestrians on the street walked hurriedly, with expressions of annoyance and anxiety on their faces.

The children had lost their former energy and were hiding in the shade, complaining about the unusual weather.

And if someone looks up at the sky, they will find that above the dark clouds, there is a faint blood-red light.

The light was intermittent, like a mysterious spell, adding a strange color to the entire sky.

Slowly, everyone's heart began to heat up. Fisk was the first person to discover that there was something wrong in the sky. He originally thought it was just a weather problem, but when he looked up at the sky, he found that the whole of New York was covered by an unknown magic circle. The magic circle was like a huge spider web, silently covering the sky above the city, exuding a mysterious and dangerous atmosphere.

This magic circle not only made New York City extremely hot and humid, but also slowly made everyone's heart begin to heat up. People's emotions became more and more unstable, and quarrels and complaints were heard one after another. The originally harmonious neighborhood relations began to show cracks, and a small matter could lead to fierce conflicts.

However, Fisk was not too panicked. Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief, because he understood that the guy who had been making him uneasy recently had finally revealed his true colors.