Mrs. Snow.
Her full name is Selena Snow, and she is their eleventh-grade counselor.
From personal social and emotional support to individual development and college application guidance, these are all Mrs. Snow's responsibilities.
Unlike public high schools where counselors might be responsible for one hundred or even over two hundred students.
Midtown High School is a private high school, so Mrs. Snow is only responsible for thirty-five students in total.
This also allows her to provide more in-depth, personalized support to the students under her care.
It was another coincidence.
His and Gwen's counselor happened to be Mrs. Snow.
However... he had planned to take a quick shower and change into clean clothes, but before he could, Gwen urged him to go to Mrs. Snow's office.
Hawk curiously asked Gwen, who was beside him.
"Did Mrs. Snow say what it's about?"
"She didn't say. She just asked if I knew where you were, and if I did, to find you and come to her office together."
"Really?"
Hawk heard this, thought for a moment, and looked at Gwen: "Could it be about college? Did your early admission and scholarship for Berkeley come through?"
The only possibility he could think of for Mrs. Snow asking him and Gwen to go to her office together was this.
After all, once this month passed, by the time school started in September, they would already be twelfth-grade students.
They would graduate from high school in June of next year.
But before that, academically excellent students had already secured their desired universities, and desired universities would also secure students in advance.
For example, Gwen intended to go to Berkeley.
Located in California, Berkeley is a public research university, known as a Public Ivy, and has produced over one hundred Nobel laureates, ranking third in number.
Gwen shrugged and looked at Hawk: "What about you? Are you still set on studying law at New York University, not considering Stanford?"
Although New York University's law program is also very good.
But everything is subject to comparison.
Compared to Stanford, at least in the field of law, Stanford absolutely crushes New York University.
So Gwen was a little confused.
"I heard Mrs. Snow say that she also advised you to prioritize Stanford."
"Because I definitely won't get a scholarship from Stanford."
Hawk also shrugged, explaining as he and Gwen walked towards Mrs. Snow's office: "New York University is different. Although I won't get the highest-tier scholarship, I will definitely get a scholarship. Once I get a scholarship, if I take out a bank loan, the interest rate can also be negotiated."
Yes.
It's that simple.
He also wanted to study law at Stanford, and he even wanted to study law at Yale University, and then see if he could join some mysterious organization.
But... this isn't a matter of him just wanting to go. Not to mention whether they would want him, even if they did, the tuition fees at Stanford and Yale would be enough to crush him.
Hawk's considerations were very realistic.
He was going to take out loans for college anyway. If that's the case, why not choose a school that is highly likely to give him a scholarship, allowing him to borrow less for tuition?
He didn't want to be in his fifties or sixties and still be paying off student loans every month.
Of course, these were his thoughts and plans before awakening his Little Universe.
Now?
Hawk no longer had any thoughts of going to Stanford or Yale.
New York University is quite good, and in this life, he is only familiar with New York City. He originally just wanted to live comfortably, so staying in his comfort zone is also quite good.
Gwen listened to Hawk's reasons, which sounded like jokes, and frowned slightly. She was about to say something but, thinking of Hawk's current situation at the same age of seventeen, without a car, house, or phone, she ultimately gave up on what she wanted to say.
Soon.
Hawk and Gwen arrived at Mrs. Snow's office.
"Knock knock!"
"Come in."
Mrs. Snow's voice came from inside the room.
Gwen pushed the door open and looked at Mrs. Snow, who was sitting behind the desk in the office, wearing glasses, about forty years old, and giving off a kind, benevolent feeling. She greeted her.
"Mrs. Snow."
"Gwen, have a seat."
"Hawk."
Mrs. Snow looked at Gwen entering, smiled, pointed to the sofa, and then sighed as she looked at Hawk, who followed closely behind: "Again, Hawk, you really should get a cell phone."
It's too inconvenient to not have a phone these days.
When Hawk first enrolled, Mrs. Snow, after learning of his situation, offered to give him a free phone, but Hawk refused, saying he would get a phone as soon as possible.
Then... from the beginning of ninth grade to the end of eleventh grade, whenever Mrs. Snow asked about Hawk's phone, Hawk would always say, "Yes, yes, I'll get it soon."
Indeed.
Hawk's answer this time was not exactly the same as before, but it was a copy and paste.
"I'll get one as soon as possible."
"You always say that."
Mrs. Snow felt a little tired hearing Hawk's reply. Just as she was about to say something more.
The office door knocked again.
The next second.
Another familiar person walked in from outside.
Hawk, who had just sat down on the sofa, watched the familiar person walk in from the door and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
Peter Parker.
But for some reason, Hawk felt that Peter Parker, who appeared before him this time, was somewhat different from the last time he saw him in the shower.
How to put it.
This time, he saw the Shadow of the bully Maguire in Peter Parker.
To be precise, if before, he only saw Peter Parker as Peter Parker, then now, Peter Parker made Hawk feel as if he was seeing that superhero, Spider-Man.
The Maguire version of Spider-Man.
The first generation Spider-Man.
Yes.
Although this is the Marvel Universe, logically, Spider-Man should be the Alliance version of Little Spider.
But the Peter Parker he saw was the Maguire version of Peter Parker.
Very strange.
He didn't understand.
"Mrs. Snow."
"Peter."
Mrs. Snow's eyes also lit up when she saw Peter Parker walk in from outside: "Wow, Peter, I haven't seen you in a few days, but I feel like you've gotten stronger all of a sudden."
Yes.
If Peter was a stick figure before, then now Peter was a calf.
Peter heard this, scratched his head awkwardly, then smiled shyly, and then his gaze fell on Hawk, who was sitting on the sofa. He instantly froze, as if stunned.
Hawk also happened to look at Peter.
Their eyes met.
Hawk saw it clearly.
The moment Peter Parker's gaze fell on him, Peter's pupils rapidly contracted and then dilated at a frantic speed.
Indeed.
If nothing unexpected happened.
Peter should have mutated.
The true first-generation Spider-Woman, who doesn't need technology and shoots webs from her wrists, has successfully come online...
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