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Chapter 12: Being Late on the First Date
"This extraordinary velocity vector is a function of mass and acceleration."
"Stop talking nonsense. The mass of the object suspended on the pendulum has no effect on the rotational speed. It doesn't affect the frequency, but it is definitely a momentum factor..."
Peter walked through the campus, listening intently to the conversation between the two people ahead of him.
He knew what the two were discussing—it was the footage of him swinging on spider webs in the online video.
He had always felt that he could swing the spider silk faster, and now that the two were talking, he had gained quite a few ideas.
As I was walking, someone suddenly tapped me on the shoulder.
Peter turned his head to the left and found that he had also been patted on the right shoulder.
So he turned his head to the right again, but still couldn't find anyone.
Just when he thought it was Oz playing a trick on him, a sweet-looking blonde girl came into view.
"Hey!" the girl greeted with a smile.
"Oh, it's you, hi!"
He had to admit that every time he saw this beautiful girl smile, he couldn't help but smile along with her.
Gwen asked, "Where's your red-eyed raven?"
Peter blinked. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Please!" Gwen's face showed a hint of anger. "Of course you know what I'm talking about. I can't forget how it suddenly appeared and startled me last time!"
She looked around and whispered, "What exactly is it? Don't try to fool me, I know it's definitely not simple!"
"Is it... one of my companions?" Peter carefully chose his words, avoiding revealing too much information about Oz.
Gwen was shocked, her eyes widening: "You're a raven spirit?!"
"How is that possible!" Peter exclaimed. "I'm human, just like you!"
Just kidding, hehe.
The girl stuck out her tongue and laughed.
She didn't demand anything from Peter; if he wanted to, he could, and if he didn't, that was fine too.
"So, have you been keeping up with the news lately?" Gwen changed the subject.
"What news?" Peter replied.
"It's that Spider-Man," Gwen said, "the Spider-Man who wears a weird, tight-fitting suit and swings around the city."
"Do you think his clothes are weird?"
"In my opinion, yes, wait—you sound like you know this guy?"
"How is this possible!" Peter exclaimed, then realized something was amiss, and said:
"I just think his uniform looks pretty good..."
"Boys and girls look at things differently," Gwen waved her hand dismissively.
"Maybe."
Gazing at the girl's delicate and beautiful profile, Peter couldn't help but ask, "So, do you hate him?"
"Dislike? It's alright. Although my dad says he's a restless socialite, I think his behavior is still quite positive."
"Your dad?"
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, my dad is a police inspector in the New York Police Department."
Wow.
Peter sighed. The feeling was somewhat unsettling; he had never imagined that his actions would be viewed this way by the police.
The word "restless" is definitely not a compliment to him, but he believes he is absolutely doing good and has no intention of breaking the law or committing any crimes.
It wasn't just Peter who was secretly observing Gwen; in fact, Gwen was also secretly observing Peter.
It wasn't just a simple chat when she came to see Peter; there was something she hadn't told him yet!
Gwen clenched her fist silently, trying to encourage herself.
"Oh, right!"
"Um?"
Gwen asked, "Do you like lemon sea bass?"
Peter looked at her, puzzled.
"It's just a kind of fish..." Gwen was a little taken aback by the look in his eyes and explained.
"No, no, no, I know this kind of fish. What do you mean?" Peter asked, his expression a mix of understanding and skepticism.
"Well..."
Gwen suddenly lowered her head, pulled out paper and pen from her textbook, and quickly wrote something on the paper.
"If you'd like, you can come here at 7 p.m. tonight. My mom is making lemon sea bass."
Gwen handed the paper to Peter, anxiously awaiting his reply, fearing rejection.
Peter took the paper, glanced at the address, and felt that something was missing.
Then Gwen continued, "Oh, I almost forgot the apartment number, 2016, I forgot to write it down..."
"How could I forget to give you my room number... Good heavens... I don't know why either... Ignore what I said, I mean the nonsense I just rambled on, including what I'm saying now... Of course, not the apartment address..."
Gwen was already embarrassed by her own stupidity. She spoke while backing away, not wanting to stay in front of Peter for even a second longer.
Peter was amused by her adorable appearance. "I'll remember that, 2016."
Gwen slightly raised the textbook in her arms, covering half of her face and revealing a pair of bright and charming eyes.
"Room number 2016, don't forget, I have class, I'll be going now!"
After saying that, he turned into a gust of wind and ran away as fast as he could.
Peter's lips curled into a smile, which he then suppressed.
Because he had already sensed the arrival of a certain bird.
really.
The next second, a crow appeared out of nowhere on his shoulder.
"I do not understand."
Oz, speaking with a strange accent, asked, "Why would she like you? What makes her think she should?"
Peter clenched his fist, choosing to ignore Oz's question, and then asked:
Where did you go?
"Don't change the subject; why would she like you???"
"He never said he liked me!" Peter yelled.
"If she doesn't like you, why would she invite you to her house for dinner? You Americans are so open-minded."
"We're just friends!"
"Is it more enjoyable to be with me or with her?"
What kind of gibberish is this?!
Peter yelled, "??? What are you talking about?!"
Oz raised an eyebrow and said, "Alright kid, I don't think you'll be able to make it tonight."
"What do you mean?"
Peter was a little unhappy; he actually really wanted to have dinner at Gwen's house.
"Have you heard of the butterfly effect? It seems someone's about to turn into a giant lizard ahead of schedule."
"What happened to Dr. Connors?!"
......
It's a little earlier.
Osborn.
Kurt Connors' laboratory.
"Good morning, Dr. Connors. I hope you called me here today with good news to tell me, rather than some sensational experimental progress."
Dr. Rada was a close associate of Norman Osborn and the main person in charge of solving Osborn's genetic diseases.
He oversaw most of Osborn's biological experiments, solely to screen for experiments that could cure Osborn's genetic disease.
And the cross-species genetic experiments that Dr. Connors was researching fell under his jurisdiction.
"Good morning, Rada." Connors smiled and handed Dr. Rada, who was dressed in a black suit but didn't look like a doctor, a cup of hot coffee.
"So, how is the experiment progressing?" Dr. Radha asked after taking a sip of his coffee.
"Come with me."
Connors led Rada to the cage of Freddy, the lab rat.
He pointed to Freddy, the white mouse who had grown a new leg, and said, "There has been remarkable progress in cross-species inheritance."
"I used lizard DNA to help Freddie's amputated leg regenerate."
Watching the little white mouse sniffing around in its cage, full of energy, Dr. Radha couldn't help but exclaim in admiration:
"It's a miracle, just like that Spider-Man who appeared recently."
Spider-Man?