Chapter 73: New Semester, New Classmates!

After saying this, Hawk could clearly feel his thigh tighten once more.

He had actually received Gwen's hint.

It was very obvious.

This question from George was a trap.

Who was George Stacy?

A captain at the 19th Precinct of the New York Police Department.

If Hawk thought Spider-Man was a vigilante, then in George's eyes, that was no different from speaking up for a criminal.

So, Gwen's reminder just now was to tell him not to fall into the trap and to answer in accordance with George's identity.

But...

If he said that, he would truly fall into George's trap.

If Hawk described Spider-Man as a criminal, he figured that in George's eyes, he would just turn into some sort of sycophant.

Therefore, this question appeared to be a question, but in reality, it was a question where no matter what he chose, the result would be wrong.

Hawk chose "or" between A and B.

He jumped out of the binary.

He was just a student now; he didn't care if Spider-Man was a criminal or a vigilante, he only cared about whether he could get a scholarship to New York University.

Nothing more, nothing less.

If someone else had answered this way, it probably wouldn't have worked; they might have left George with the impression of being slippery.

But Hawk's answer was just right.

One sentence.

Hawk didn't believe George hadn't investigated him thoroughly.

And he wasn't afraid of George investigating.

Because that was what he said, and it was what he had always done.

Unity of knowledge and action.

Nothing more than that.

At most, it was just that he had never left Niuyuecheng before, and after living frugally, he had suddenly left Niuyuecheng this year and run off to Malilanzhou.

But this matter was also very easy to explain.

He was still a young man, after all; besides, going out for a trip wasn't the same as going out to do something bad.

Hmm.

At the very least, when he was diligently cultivating in Malilanzhou, he really hadn't done anything bad.

Besides, the states of the federation were governed separately; what bad things he did in Washington D.C. had nothing to do with his current situation in Niuyuecheng.

Following his answer, Captain George Stacy's expression was first somewhat surprised, then he seemed to think of something, nodded, and practically announced the end of dinner.

Nine o'clock in the evening.

Gwen walked Hawk downstairs.

She had reacted by this time as well, looking at Hawk: "Your reaction was fast, Hawk. I didn't even realize that Dad's question was a trap."

Hawk laughed: "Because that is indeed what I think."

Gwen nodded: "Alright, then go back early. It's a pity I can't take you home."

Because she was under a curfew.

Not from George, but from Helen; this was the punishment for Gwen daring to run off to Malilanzhou alone without even telling Helen.

Previously, Gwen could return freely before ten o'clock at night, but yesterday Helen reset the curfew time and moved her curfew up from ten o'clock to nine o'clock.

"It's fine, it's fast enough for me to take the subway."

"Alright, see you tomorrow."

"Mm, see you tomorrow."

Hawk nodded, and after watching Gwen return inside the apartment building, he turned and walked toward the nearby subway station.

If one were to say the subway in Niuyuecheng during the day was a dance of demons.

Then the subway at night could be called a meeting of zombies.

You couldn't expect subway management that allowed people to easily jump turnstiles to be very strict.

So usually, New Yorkers only chose to take the subway at night if they had no other choice.

However, Hawk was fine.

On his way back to his apartment by subway, he only knocked out one junkie and chased off two-and-a-half hippies who had come up to him with dreadlocks, singing and dancing; it was a safe return home without any surprises.

As for why it was two-and-a-half singing and dancing hippies, it was actually quite simple.

One of the hippies had an Adam's apple that big, but a chest that was equally huge.

So...

Two-and-a-half, no problem.

Back home, Hawk looked at the message Gwen had sent, replied to it, and then went to bed.

School started tomorrow.

Sleep early so he could get up early tomorrow to take the free school bus back to school to report.

When he left after dinner at Gwen's house, Gwen had said she could pick him up on the way to school tomorrow.

But he had refused.

Because if he did that, Hawk always had the illusion that he had chosen to date Gwen just so he could catch a ride with her for the new semester.

Although he knew he wasn't.

But others might not necessarily think so; he could not care about what others thought of him, but he always had to consider others' opinions of Gwen.

After thinking about this, Hawk suddenly understood why, when a person had ability, even if you didn't want to get married and have children, the country would help you find a wife.

Although Gwen wasn't his wife, the principle was the same.

The next day.

Hawk got up early, and when he rushed to the nearby stop for the school bus, he happened to walk over and board it.

The driver was still the bearded Hall, who looked fierce on the outside but was gentle on the inside.

"Good morning, Hall."

"Good morning, Hawk. Are you ready to welcome your final semester?"

"I won't graduate until next year, Hall."

"Maybe you'll get an invitation from New York University this semester; I have confidence in you."

"Alright, thank you, Hall."

"You're welcome."

After exchanging a few pleasantries with the bearded Hall, Hawk walked toward his old seat and sat down.

The school bus drove along its set route, and at every stop, one or two students would board; when the bus reached the Forest Hills stop, this time, an acquaintance boarded.

Just as he boarded, Peter Parker, under his spider-sense, immediately cast his gaze toward Hawk, who was sitting alone in the window seat in the last row.

At the moment Peter boarded, Hawk also withdrew his gaze, letting it fall on Peter standing at the entrance and... the man with the somewhat melancholic aura beside Peter.

This is...

Harry Osborn?

And it was also the first-generation Spider-Man version of Harry Osborn, the one who beat Mary Jane to the punch.

Peter had already said a word to his good friend Harry, who had transferred to Midtown High from England this year, and then led Harry toward where Hawk was sitting.

"Hawk."

"Peter."

"Hawk, this is Harry. He was studying in England before, and he transferred to our school this year. Same as us, 12th grade."

"Harry, this is Hawk."

After walking over, Peter greeted Hawk and introduced Harry, who was beside him.

Harry, who hadn't turned into the Little Green Goblin yet and was wearing a casual suit, smiled and extended his right hand to Hawk.

"Hello, Hawk."

"Hello, Harry."

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