Chapter 68 Suspicious New Teacher

Peter, described by Matt as "someone who likes to play games with people," was flipping through a biology textbook.

Completely unaware that his laziness had led Nightcrawler to imagine so much.

As he gazed at the embryo diagram on the page, he became lost in thought.

"Hey, Peter."

Gwen suddenly appeared behind him, patting his back.

Both of them were in the classroom, and the bell for class had not yet rung.

"You weren't late today?"

Peter asked her unexpectedly.

"Maybe today just wasn't as eventful. Life is different every day, sometimes faster, sometimes slower, it's the unpredictable fate," Gwen shrugged. "If I were late for every class, Miss Fesh would definitely criticize me, or even have a chat with me. You know, nobody wants to hear her endless chatter."

"Uh-huh," Peter said, understanding. Spider-Woman couldn't encounter people in need of help every day.

It seemed Gwen was adapting quickly to her superhero identity.

"By the way," Gwen curiously asked him, "did Liz invite you to her party at her place?"

"She did, but I turned it down."

"Why?"

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

"Actually, I'm not too interested in parties either."

Gwen sighed, "The last one I attended was the memory ball, the Spring Formal."

"Wearing a corsage that had been in the refrigerator all afternoon, dressed in a white evening gown with a wide belt, and black pants and shoes, posing on stage, waiting for people below to take photos with Kodak and Polaroid cameras."

She described her strange feelings, "It felt like being forced to participate in a TV audition, being looked at by everyone."

"And..."

Gwen hesitated for a moment, "I always feel like something is going to happen."

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

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

Gwen didn't know how to describe her feeling, so after thinking for a moment, she said:

"It seems like something bad always happens at school gatherings. Last time it was at the Natural History Museum in New York, we almost got hit by a subway. And the time before that was the disaster caused by Frank on the football field."

She propped her chin with one hand, "And then the time before that, do you remember the game against Stadler?"

"I don't remember."

Peter shook his head.

He wasn't very clear about many memories of his past, and some of the ones he did remember were starting to blur.

Gwen recounted an event she remembered vividly.

"I remember that guy, Bruce Trevor. The week before the crucial game against Stadler, he was kicked off the team because someone found a kilo of marijuana behind Trevor's 'Civics' textbook."

"Then we lost the game, I remember it was 114 to 56, and we lost the chance to enter the championship."

Gwen paused for a moment and continued, "Well, the key isn't these things, nobody remembers them, what everyone remembers is the riot that interrupted the fourth quarter of the game."

"Bruce Trevor claimed with righteous indignation that he was framed, and then a fight broke out. Four people were injured and needed medical attention, one of them was the coach, and a first aid kit was thrown at his head."

Gwen's eyes lit up when she started gossiping.

"Cough, cough, now I have that feeling again."

Gwen wanted to say something worse, like a premonition of death, but it ended up as "a feeling of someone bringing rotten apples."

Well, I can't always think about death and such.

Gwen felt that saying something like "Death always favors Gwen Stacy" in front of Peter last time was too depressing.

"Oh, by the way."

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

"Replaced?"

"Yeah, it's not Mrs. Susan anymore. I heard she's going on maternity leave."

Gwen wanted to say more, but the bell for class rang, so she could only stop reluctantly and sit back in her seat.

"Click! Click! Click!"

The sound of high heels tapping on the corridor floor could be heard from outside.

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

A woman with a tall figure immediately attracted the attention of all the students.

People like "Kong" and Thompson whistled excitedly.

The beautiful teacher wasn't affected by the cheering students below. Instead, she smiled slightly and wrote her name on the board—Helen Nolan.

"It looks like you all welcome me very much, which makes me feel relieved."

Teacher Helen introduced herself with a smile on her lips.

"Teacher Helen, do you have a boyfriend?"

"Kong" below asked maliciously.

"Yes, I do."

Helen readily admitted, looking at "Kong," she said, "I can introduce him to you."

"He's a well-bred, wealthy 'mommy's boy' who drives his family's Volkswagen or Dodge chariot, wears a windbreaker from the high school fraternity in autumn, a brightly colored striped sleeveless tight vest in summer, and likes to brag about the fun things that happen when he's not in class."

"He always starts off interested in pretty girls, but ends up panting and trying to impress them, that's my boyfriend, many people say he's not a good person."

Hearing Helen say this, "Kong" immediately became speechless.

He just liked driving his family's Dodge car around.

He liked wearing a windbreaker in autumn, showing interest in pretty girls, then panting and trying to impress them.

Why did it feel like this teacher was indirectly scolding him?

Sitting in the back of the classroom, Peter frowned as he looked at the new female teacher.

At this moment, the Xenomorph embryo in his chest changed.

His heartbeat accelerated, and a sensation of heat swept over him.

The Xenomorph embryo had been dormant for a long time, but now it was active again.

Was it a warning?

Or was it a change caused by detecting prey or a hunter?

Lifting his head, he cast his gaze at the woman on the platform.

She emitted a similar aura to Frank's all over her body.

But it was obviously more intense than that, and it triggered warning signals in his body.

He immediately became wary of her identity.

"Today we are going to talk about the relationship between fungi, spores, and hosts, I believe most of you will be interested," she said, opening the textbook and casting her gaze down below.