Chapter 68 The New Suspicious Teacher
Peter, who Matt described as "liking to play games with people", was flipping through a biology book.

He had no idea that the Night Demon had made up so many things in his mind just because he was "lazy".

Gazing at the picture of biological embryo on the page, he fell into deep thought.

"Hey, Peter."

Gwen suddenly appeared behind him and patted him on the back.

At this time, both of them were in the classroom and the bell for class had not yet rung.

"Aren't you late today?"

Peter asked her unexpectedly.

"Maybe there weren't so many surprises today. Life is different every day. Sometimes it's faster, sometimes it's slower. This is an unpredictable fate."

Gwen shrugged. "If I was late for every class, I would definitely be criticized by Miss Fish. She might even talk to me. You know, no one wants to listen to her nagging."

"Ah."

Peter expressed his understanding that Spider-Woman doesn't meet people who need help every day.

It seems that Gwen has adapted to her superhero identity very quickly.

"Um. Did Liz invite you to the party at her house?"

Gwen asked him curiously.

"I was invited, but I declined."

"why?"

"I'm not interested in that kind of thing."

"Actually, I'm not really interested in parties or anything like that."

Gwen let out a breath and said, "The last party I attended that I still remember was the Spring Prom."

"Wearing a boutonniere that had been in the fridge all afternoon, a white evening gown, a wide belt, black pants and shoes, she posed on the stage, waiting for the crowd to take pictures with their Kodak and Polaroid cameras."

She expressed the strange feeling she had, "It was like being forced to participate in a TV audition, being looked at by people."

"and"

Gwen hesitated. "I always feel like something's going to happen."

Hearing Gwen say this, Peter put down the book in his hand and looked at Gwen, "Why do you say that, Gwen?"

"I don't know, I just have this weird feeling."

Gwen didn't know how to describe her feeling. After thinking for a while, she said:
"It seems like every time there's a school reunion something bad happens. Last time it was at the Museum of Natural History in New York, where they were almost hit by a subway train. The one before that was the disaster caused by Frank on the football field."

She propped her chin with one hand. "Then the last time, I think it was the match against Stadler, do you remember?"

"Can not remember."

Peter shook his head.

He was not very clear about many of the memories of his previous life, and some of them were even beginning to become vague.

Gwen recounted an incident that left a deep impression on her.

"I remember the guy was called Bruce Trevor, and he was dropped from the team the week before the final crucial game against Stadler because someone found a kilo of marijuana in the back of Trevor's Civics textbook."

"Then we lost the game, I think it was 114-56, and our chances of making the tournament were gone."

Gwen paused and continued, "Well, that's not the point. No one remembers that. What everyone remembers is the riot that interrupted the fourth quarter."

"Bruce Trevor confidently claimed that he was framed, and then a fight broke out. Four people were treated for injuries, one of whom was a coach. A first aid kit was smashed on his head."

Gwen's eyes light up when she talks about gossip.

"Ahem, now I feel that way."

Gwen wanted to say something worse, a premonition related to death, but ended up saying "a feeling that someone was coming with rotten apples."

Well, I can't keep thinking about death and stuff like that.

Gwen felt that what she said in front of Peter last time, "Death always favors Gwen Stacy," was too depressing.

Gwen suddenly remembered something and whispered to Peter, "Our biology teacher has changed."

"Changed?"

"Uh-huh, it's not Teacher Susan anymore. I heard she's going on maternity leave."

Gwen wanted to say something else, but the class bell rang, so she had no choice but to stop and sit back in her seat.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

The sound of high heels hitting the floor could be heard outside in the corridor.

The next second, a figure pushed open the door and entered.

The tall woman immediately attracted the attention of all the students.

The other person was wearing burgundy velvet shorts and a white silk shirt that perfectly highlighted his figure.

After the new teacher entered the classroom, he looked around at the students.

"King Kong", Thompson and others whistled excitedly.

The beautiful teacher was not affected by the booing students. Instead, she smiled and wrote her name on the blackboard - Helen Nolan.

"It seems like you guys are very welcoming to me, which makes me breathe a sigh of relief."

Teacher Helen introduced herself with a smile on her face.

"Teacher Helen, do you have a boyfriend?"

"King Kong" asked maliciously from below.

"Yes I have."

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

"He was a pampered, wealthy, and well-off mom's boy who drove his family's Volkswagen or Dodge Charger, wore his high school fraternity windbreaker in the fall and a brightly striped tank top in the summer, and loved to brag about the funny things that happened when he was not in class."

"He always condescends to show interest in pretty girls at the beginning, and then always follows her breathlessly and attentively in the end. This is my boyfriend. Many people say he is not a good person."

When King Kong heard what Teacher Helen said, he was immediately speechless.

He liked to drive his family's Dodge car around.

He likes to wear windproof jackets in autumn, and after becoming interested in beautiful girls, he follows them breathlessly.

Why do I feel like this teacher is scolding me in a roundabout way?

Peter, who was sitting in the back row of the classroom, frowned at the new female teacher.

The alien embryo in his chest began to change at this moment.

My heart beat faster and I felt a hot sensation all over my body.

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

Is it a warning?

Or is it the discovery of changes caused by prey or hunters?

Looking up, he cast his gaze towards the woman on the podium.

The other person exuded a similar aura to Frank.

But it was obviously stronger than that smell, and it made his body produce early warning signals.

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

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

As she spoke, she opened the book and cast her eyes downward.

(End of this chapter)