"See for yourself~" She proudly shoved the envelope into Peter's hand. Peter raised his eyebrows, opened the envelope, and began to read the letters.

"Dear Gwen. Ms. Stacy..."At this point, Peter paused slightly, and glanced at Gwen behind him with a slightly wicked smile, and Gwen kicked him in the back without hesitation, telling him to continue.

And as he continued to read, Peter's expression became more and more surprised. By the time he had finished reading the letter, his jaw was almost on the ground.

"How?" Gwen asked, but Peter was still in shock.

"Letter of submission for a full scholarship place at the University of Cambridge!? Gwen... It's simply... It's incredible! His gaze kept wandering over the letter in his hand and Gwen's face, and Gwen laughed.

"Dr. Connor gave it, and he made it happen." Gwen said happily. "I'll have to think about what gift I'm going to give him later. It has helped me so much, and it has almost fulfilled my dream, but this gift is not light. ”

"yes, that's pretty impressive." For some reason, Peter felt that the smile on his face was a little far-fetched. Shouldn't he be happy for her accomplishments at this time? Why..."I didn't even know that there were full scholarship places available at universities of this level..."

Why, there is a faint sense of loss in my heart?

"Well, I don't know." Gwen, who was on the bed, didn't notice Peter's abnormality. "It seems like Dr. Connor asked someone to make an exception for me. Hee-hee, my luck is so good wow, do you think we're going to buy a scratch one? ”

"Huh?" Peter suppressed the strangeness in his heart, smiled again, and turned to pinch Gwen's little face. "Didn't you just tell me last week about how bad the lottery is? Changed your mind now? ”

"Oh, what are you doing with such a disappointment. It's just fun. Gwen grinned and patted Peter's hand away. It doesn't feel real. For a long time, I had been fantasizing about reading a book quietly in the shade of the lawn of Cambridge University. Take a train to London on the weekend, see Big Ben, walk along the banks of the River Thames..."

Gwen's voice grew lower and lower, and at the end of the day, she suddenly looked at Peter.

"When the time comes, you will come with me, okay?"

Peter's heart skipped a beat. He subconsciously turned his head, not daring to look directly into Gewen's eyes. It was a second before he spoke.

"Okay." After a moment's pause, he continued, accentuating his tone. "Definitely."

He finally realized where the source of that sense of loss was. Naturally, he couldn't stop Gwen from pursuing his dreams, but he didn't know if he had the ability to continue chasing her. If he had to go to a local university for the sake of a scholarship, the distance between him and Gwen would only be widened.

So, you must work hard!

"Don't worry, I'll definitely go with you. I can't be compared to my girlfriend..."

Suddenly he couldn't go on. At some point, Gwen sat up, leaning her body against his back, her delicate chin resting on his shoulder.

"Even if you don't go, it's okay." She said in Peter's ear very seriously. "Wherever you go, I'll go. I believe that no university will turn down a student who has received a full scholarship to the University of Cambridge. ”

Her opening made Peter's heart flutter. Peter tried to divert his attention from the softness of his back, his brain fighting off the rising hormones in his body. He felt his lips a little dry.

"Huh? Why don't you speak? As if she hadn't realized anything at all, Gewen leaned closer. The slightly damp, scented breath sprayed on Peter's face, making his heart beat a few times. Under the light, Gwen's face seemed to have an extra layer of redness.

"Uh... I just wanted to say—" Peter began to speak a little incoherently, and then Gwen's hand grabbed him by the shoulder, but with a little force, she pulled him down on the bed.

"What do you want to say?" She looked down at Peter, and he understood.

She did it on purpose.

-----

After more than half an hour, they went downstairs at Aunt Mei's call. After stepping out of the room again, Gwen straightened her clothes and checked her face before following Peter.

The two sides didn't say anything when they went downstairs, and the scene was a little awkward for a while. It all dissipated as soon as they sat down at the table. Gwen naturally chatted and laughed with the two old men at the dinner table, and occasionally threw Peter a strange look.

At this time, Peter felt uncomfortable. Although the two sides were almost on the verge of taking that last step before this, after all, this was the first time this kind of thing had happened, and they were still in their own homes...

He felt someone kick his leg, and he looked up, but Gwen was smiling at him. She stretched out her slightly greased finger and put it in her lips and sucked it for a long time, finally licking it with her little pink tongue. Peter only felt his cheeks heat and looked away unnaturally.

An inexplicable feeling of guilt grew in his heart, and he found a glimmer of pleasure in this feeling uncontrollably. He didn't know what was wrong with him, he just felt as if he had pushed open a window that he had never paid attention to, and the strange world outside the window made him feel an incomprehensible charm.

And at this moment, the phone in his pocket made a slight buzzing sound. While Ge Wen was chatting with the two old men and didn't notice him, he quietly took out his mobile phone and glanced at it.

"How? How are you doing? ”

A very ordinary greeting message, and the person who showed it made his face change slightly.

It's Mary.

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In an abandoned garage in the east of New York City, Dr. Connor, who had just been discussed by Peter and Gwen, was in a pretty bad situation. His clothes were already drenched with his own sweat, and painful expressions flashed across his face.

At this time, his body was going through torture that ordinary people could not imagine. Under the effect of the genetically modified agent, every cell in his body was constantly collapsing and reorganizing at a microscopic level under this irresistible external force. Every moment and every second, his nervous system was torn apart.

However, all this had nothing to do with his concerns. As long as he can regenerate his severed limbs, as long as he can complete his research, he is willing to bear no matter how much pain it is. However, at this moment, he found that his physical changes were beyond his plan.

The changes on the right arm of the self-amputated leg can already be directly observed by the naked eye. Doctors have determined that the dead bones are slowly growing, and the granulations that have grown through constant peristalsis are forming the muscles, nerves, and blood vessels of the new limb.

And all this does not change, this is too fast! This was supposed to be more than two weeks away!

Dr. Connor endured the pain in his body and kept busy in this secret laboratory that he had set up privately. He knew exactly what this meant: foreign grafted genes were overpowering the human element in him.

"There is a way to save, and there is a way to save." Dr. Connor kept whispering to himself, trying to ignore the growing sense of despair in his heart. However, when a glass test tube finally exploded into a casual fit because it couldn't withstand the high temperature, the idea of giving up inevitably appeared in his heart.

If he was still in the lab in the Osborne Building, with a whole team behind him, perhaps he would have been able to produce enough doses of suppressants before reaching the tipping point. However, in this crude chemical laboratory, these equipment simply cannot support such a complex process.

Finished...

He raised his right arm again, and the rate of regeneration had grown to an unbelievable level. In just the last ten minutes, the broken arm had regenerated more than a third of its length, and the speed was accelerating.

And the ugly side of the side effects is beginning to show its minions. His skin was slowly turning an unhealthy turquoise, and a series of small protrusions began to appear beneath his skin, as if some small, hard, flaky object was growing underneath.

It's like... Scales of a lizard.

Dr. Connor let out a long sigh, his entire body as if he had shrunk a little with this breath, as if his spirit had been exhaled with this breath. He was about to have his arm again, an obsession he had for half his life. And the price to pay for this seems to be a little too great.

He pulled a pistol out of a drawer and, after a moment's struggle, aimed it at his chin. He bought the pistol with the intention of allowing him to face Norman. Osborne's tricks are a bit self-preservation. And now, he's going to use it to take his own life.

After all, it is more acceptable to die as a human than in a more terrifying future.

And just as he closed his eyes and was about to pull the trigger, he heard the almost inaudible sound of breaking wind. He only felt a sudden tingling sensation in his waist, and in the next moment, he found that he had completely lost control of his body and collapsed directly to the ground.

"Dr. Connor, now is not the time to give up." Norman. Osborne's voice rang out behind him. Connor turned his head with difficulty, only to find that the old man who controlled the entire Osborne group was walking slowly towards him with a cane in his hand, protected by two masked bodyguards.

"Truth be told, Dr. Connor, you've disappointed me." With a look of disgust and contempt on his face, Norman poked Connor's severed arm with his crutches, which was still regenerating. "I thought you were spending so much energy hiding something. Now it seems that this is just a half-finished product in another form. ”

"Take him back." Norman waved behind him, and several masked bodyguards stepped out of the shadows. "Clean up everything here, I'm going to get this piece of waste that still surprised me on the test bench in two hours."

"Take him back to the lab."