Chapter 33 The Hardest Person to Deal With Is the Reporter
Weekend, early morning.

A Midtown High School bus heads to the New York Museum of Natural History.

Peter sat by the window of the school bus, supporting his chin with his right hand, staring at the scenery passing quickly outside the window.

If my memory serves me correctly, today is the day Peter Parker becomes Spider-Man.

While visiting a radioactive science fair, he gets bit by a radioactive animal and goes from being a school nerd to being Spider-Man.

This is how Peter Parker became Spider-Man.

"Clap!"

Just as he was lost in thought, there was a crisp sound of slapping on the car window.

A brightly colored butterfly flew onto the window of the school bus.

The butterfly's colorful wings cling tightly to the glass, revealing its strange yet beautiful figure.

Peter placed a hand on his chest and stared at the butterfly on the glass, his brows slightly furrowed.

Butterfly wings?

Doesn't look like a good omen.

I hope nothing unexpected happens today.

I also hope that the butterfly effect of my traveling to this world will not cause major changes in the world line.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

Gwen, who was sitting on Peter's left, also noticed the butterfly on the car window, and came over to stare at the butterfly and said to Peter.

Her injuries have almost healed, so she can be discharged from the hospital and participate in school activities.

"It's a monarch butterfly."

Gwen said, placing her hand on the glass.

Her fingers were aimed right at the butterfly's orange wings, and the white spots on the wings sparkled in the sunlight.

"Have you ever heard of the butterfly effect, Peter?"

Gwen looked at the monarch butterflies outside and turned to Peter and asked.

Peter was slightly startled when he heard this, then nodded, "Yeah, I know."

Gwen talked a lot today, probably because she had been stuck in the hospital for too long.

"A butterfly flapping its wings in Brazil can cause a tornado in Texas, USA."

Gwen removed her fingers from the glass and said, "When I was little I always wondered, if butterflies knew how much damage they could cause, would they still fly?"

"I think."

Peter paused. "They still will."

"why?"

Gwen blinked, trying to understand why Peter said that.

“You can’t stop them from flying unless you try to tie their wings.”

Gwen was a little surprised to hear Peter say that.

She thought Peter would use scientific equations to discuss the principle of the butterfly effect with her.

"Okay, Peter, that sounds reasonable. I would think the same as you. I even often imagine myself as a butterfly, and I can only fly when the wind blows me. But no one can say for sure. Maybe we are all butterflies."

"Wow!"

As Gwen finished her words, the monarch butterfly on the car window fluttered its wings and flew away.

Peter watched the butterfly fly away, shook his head gently and said, "Or maybe we are all just a speck of dust on its wings, insignificant."

Gwen: "."

She looked at Peter again and came to a conclusion: "You look a little different today, Peter."

"Have it?"

"I can testify!"

Harry, who was sitting in the back row, came over, raised his hand and said, "Today Peter is like a poet, but in the past he was a scientist."

Gwen looked at Harry and said unhappily, "Harry, are you eavesdropping on our conversation?" "No, this is not eavesdropping. Unless I cover my ears, I will definitely hear your conversation sitting here."

Harry said confidently: "Besides, we are friends. I thought we were honest with each other."

"so."

Gwen looked at Harry unkindly, "Is this why you invited Peter to your house but not me?"

She had already protested to Harry about the fact that Harry invited Peter's family to visit while she could only lie in the hospital.

Harry chuckled twice and immediately retracted his head.

"It's hard to imagine how many people from Midtown High School were involved, but all the media chose to forget about it. Less than two weeks have passed, and it seems that everyone has forgotten about it."

A voice sounded in the school bus.

Peter looked back and saw a blonde girl talking on the phone.

It looked like she was recording a video.

"She's Liz Allen, the student council president."

Gwen explained as Peter set his sights on the other.

"Hey, Gwen, can I interview you?"

As soon as Gwen finished speaking, Liz came over with her phone in hand. "Gwen Stacy was the last person to appear at the scene on the day of the football game tragedy. She once fought with that spider monster. Hey, Gwen, say hello to everyone."

"Forehead"

Gwen was a little confused and subconsciously raised her hand.

But soon she put her hands down and said to Liz, "What are you doing, Liz?"

"As you can see, I am making a video to reveal the truth. I have thought about the planning of this episode for a long time and it will definitely get a lot of likes."

Liz spoke in a very decisive manner, shoving the phone in Gwen's face.

"So, Gwen, can you tell me what happened that night? How did you do it?"

She peppered Gwen with questions, confusing her.

"me."

Gwen was troubled and had a headache. She looked at Peter for help.

As a result, Peter lifted the book, covered his face, and pretended to read.

Gwen felt a little confused when she saw Peter's performance.

It turns out that Peter is also a sinister guy!
"I'm sorry, I don't remember either."

There was no other way, and in the end Gwen could only use the excuse that she didn't remember.

"But someone saw you fighting that spider monster and you smashed the nut ship on his head, how did you do that?"

Liz still asked without giving up.

"I forgot."

"This kind of thing is not something that can be easily forgotten. Perhaps you can share with us your thoughts and feelings at the time."

"Are you a reporter, Liz?"

Gwen finally couldn't stand the other party's pestering and asked impatiently.

"No, I'm a video blogger. I make a video about a certain topic every week, but maybe being a journalist would be a good idea. I'll have to wait until college."

Liz shrugged her shoulders, and seeing that Gwen didn't want to say more, she quickly turned her attention to Peter next to her.

"Hey Peter, you're Peter Parker, right?"

As she spoke, she held the horizontal phone in front of Peter.

“Peter, you were wrongly accused of killing Josh. What do you think?”

Peter: "."

He now felt that perhaps the most difficult superhero to deal with was not someone like Iron Man, but the Reporter in front of him.

(End of this chapter)