Chapter 76: The Prelude to the Birth of Dr. Lizard

Hawk and Gwen asked and answered each other.

Their tone was natural.

Their expressions were relaxed.

As they spoke, the two walked side by side toward the lounge corridor.

Behind them...

Mary Jane's mouth was open as wide as it could possibly go.

Holy shit!

What on earth did I miss this summer vacation?

Peter also felt a bit dazed at this moment.

He felt as if he understood something, yet he also felt as if he hadn't understood anything at all.

Harry, on the other hand, who was standing to the side, looked at Mary Jane and tried to say hello.

Mary Jane was Peter's neighbor; back before he went to England, whenever he went to find Peter, Mary Jane was sometimes there too.

So Harry also knew Mary Jane.

Harry thought for a moment, then patted Mary Jane on the shoulder.

"Hey, Mary, long time no see."

"...Hey, Harry."

Mary Jane turned her head, glanced at Harry who had appeared, gave a faint greeting, and then swished her head toward Peter at her side: "Peter, did you know about this?"

Harry was stunned.

Wait, this reaction isn't right.

Is this the reaction one should have when seeing an old friend?

It's a bit too indifferent.

Peter was equally stunned.

He met the sparkling gaze Mary Jane cast his way and froze for a moment.

"What?"

"Gwen and Hawk, of course."

Mary Jane suppressed the gossip in her tone as much as possible, fighting the urge to scream, and said to Peter urgently: "Aren't you Hawk's only friend at school? You should know; when did this happen?"

Peter was completely bewildered.

"When did I become Hawk's onl..."

"Forget it, I can't be bothered to ask you."

Seeing Peter answer so indecisively, Mary Jane's curiosity completely overwhelmed her reason. After saying that, she lifted her feet and chased after Gwen, who had already walked ahead.

She intended to listen to the gossip up close.

But just then.

Mary Jane suddenly stopped in her tracks, as if she had thought of something, turned her head, and saw Harry, who was also looking bewildered and feeling like he might have become invisible.

The next second.