Empire State University campus.
Gwen and a few friends from the group said goodbye to each other before heading off campus.
On the way, she felt more relaxed than ever.
Especially during training, Gwen was surprised to find that she could beat the drums harder and work with the band members much better than before.
Perhaps this was the advantage of superpowers.
"What else can I use these superpowers for?"
Gwen always felt that these abilities could be used for more.
At that moment, Gwen's attention was attracted by an incident that was happening nearby.
When she looked at the main character of the incident, she immediately ran up to him, blushing.
Several punks from the schoolyard bullied another student.
And this disciple was not unknown to her.
Rather, it was Peter Parker.
Peter was suddenly pushed to the ground, and at that moment Gwen ran up to him.
"What are you doing?"
A few punks saw that the one who came up was Gwen, and suddenly did not dare to come up and continue to mock Peter.
After all, everyone at the University knew that the father of the school beauty Gwen was a captain of the New York Police Department.
Thanks to this status, many bandits who wanted to get close to Gwen were deterred from doing so.
"He fell by himself, it's none of our business."
"Listen to dct, Peter Parker wants women to protect him."
What was happening here soon attracted a crowd of passing students.
Gwen helped Peter up from the ground and asked anxiously, "Is everything all right, Peter?".
"I'm fine, thank you, Gwen."
"Let's go."
Peter looked at the punk, who was still looking for trouble, he himself didn't care, he had long been used to being bullied.
But don't hurt Gwen.
The riots continued.
"Peter Parker is a coward!".
"Only a coward needs a woman's protection."
There was no shortage of kind people around, and they began to howl.
Peter tried to turn around and leave when Gwen took Peter's hand and then looked at the punks: "Now apologize to Peter!".
Gwen, who had been brought up under George's guidance since childhood, had a sense of justice that far surpassed the sense of justice of ordinary people.
She didn't come to Peter's aid because Peter was her friend.
Rather, she couldn't bear to see someone being bullied.
Especially when bullying is followed by a lot of talk and humiliation.
Gwen's reaction was unexpected for several punks, and even the people around watching the fight suddenly fell silent.
Because Gwen's aura was too strong at that moment.
Only Peter, who was next to Gwen, kept saying, "Gwen, forget about it. I'm fine."
"Let's go."
Gwen looked at Peter, "Peter, if you keep this up, they'll keep bullying you."
"I have to make them apologize to you today!"
Seeing that more and more students were gathering around them, a few punks suddenly felt a little humiliated.
But so what if they were humiliated?
The other side was the sheriff's daughter.
If they had offended her, they would have been sent to prison.
They quietly told Peter that they were very sorry.
They left as soon as they finished.
When the group of punks left, the students around them scattered like birds and animals.
The nature of human beings is the same.
"Thank you, Gwen."
Peter thanked Gwen again.
"You're welcome."
"By the way, what are you doing here at this time of day, shouldn't you be doing experiments with Professor Connors?"
"Some important instruments are missing from the lab, and I've just returned from a trip to Osborne Industries."
"I sent them a batch of biological material to help with the experiments."
Gwen patted Peter on the shoulder and said bitterly: "In the future, if these guys bully you again, you'll have to learn how to fight back."
"The weaker you are, the more they will mock you."
"I understand, Gwen."
"I need to get back to the lab and give Connors the experimental data, so I'll leave you."
With these words, Peter, without looking back, ran in the direction of the laboratory.
Gwen also turned around and walked away in the direction of the school, her thoughts constantly returning to what had just happened.
The feeling of helping someone.
It seemed to ignite her DNA.
"Maybe..."
On the way to the entrance to the school, Gwen suddenly stopped and happily said, "Maybe I know what I should use my superpowers for....".
And then Gwen's whole being brightened up...
The roof of Alex's house.
Alex, who had just finished napping and woke up in his chair, remembered that he hadn't checked in yet today.
"Log in"
[Registration is successful, get a bouncing candy with a double effect].
Alex: "???"
Was this system really decent?
Alex was skeptical, there were just too many uses for things like bouncing candy.
Besides the fact that they were edible, you could play with them.
In short, the application was varied, depending on the degree of personality development.
For things that couldn't be used at the moment, Alex just put them in the system space.
When he needs them, he will get them.
At least in this respect, the system was still very convenient.
"It's time to go."
Boom!!!
An engine rumbled from the basement, and then a black shadow jumped out of the underground garage.
Having made a perfect drift, he drove at full power onto the main road to his destination.
Less than fifteen minutes later, Alex arrived at the Fisk Universal Pictures office address.
"Mr. Alex, our general manager has been waiting for you inside for a long time."
"Come right inside."
"Good!"
Alex pushed open the door and saw a large man with tattoos on half of his face sitting on an office chair.
A secretary in black silk was sitting on his lap.
Judging by the secretary's messy hairstyle and slightly unbuttoned office clothes.
Apparently, there was a heated argument between the secretary and the general manager over a work issue.
When the tattooed big guy saw Alex, he got up and took out a contract from under the table.
"Mr. Alex, since you are already here, let's sign a contract."
Alex's eyes narrowed.
He hasn't even started talking yet, and he already wanted to sign a contract?
Seeing Alex's confusion, the tattooed big man explained: "After a discussion in the board of directors, they decided that they would buy all your novels at a high price."
"What do you think?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, seven or eight thugs in black suits entered the door and surrounded him.
Alex saw it clearly.
It was the intention to buy his works by force.
How humble they were when they tricked him into talking, how strong they were now.
"What if I don't want to?"
Alex teased.
"Don't you want to?"
"Brothers, explain to this great writer...".
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