Early morning.

"I love this station, the DJ is great and the songs are very tasteful."

Jeff. Davis, while eating breakfast, said to his son Miles. Morales said.

"~ That's it, baby, my life is a mess (a mess)."

"~Spend the night at my house, baby, your life is a mess (a mess)."

"~Needless to say, she's always under my control."

As he spoke, he hummed a song playing on the radio.

Jeff. Davis is a police officer with the New York Police Department.

In more than ten years of police life, he has been conscientious and scrupulous in his duties.

Although black, he is also one of the most popular people in the police department.

But now he has put his focus on family life.

Although it is a little strange to use "return to the family, wife and children", it is not much different.

The only thing that gave him a headache was that Miles seemed to have reached puberty.

Not only did he not focus on his studies at school, but every time he talked to him, he would adopt a "non-violent and non-cooperative" attitude, which prevented him from exercising his father's majesty.

Of course, he was more bothered than not majestic about the fact that Miles was about to transfer to a new school.

He was worried that Miles would not be able to adapt well to the new school environment.

Now Miles is full of his hobby of painting.

It made his head hurt even more.

Only listening to his favorite songs in the morning can make his mood better.

"Dad, I think there's a huge gap in taste between us. They played the songs and kept repeating them until they were all fossilized garbage. ”

Miles complained to his father.

"You know what? Sometimes nostalgia isn't a bad thing, and Miles, if you want to listen to public radio, you'll have to cater to their bad taste for kitsch. ”

Jeff turned up the volume on the radio and said to Miles, "Also, Miles, a friendly reminder, tomorrow night's family dinner is half past six, and the theme of dinner is seafood cooking, salmon or tilapia can be considered."

"I don't think it's as good as fish sticks."

Miles sat down at the dining table, looking at the clock on the wall, a little distracted.

There is still a little time before departure, and I can not be in such a hurry as before.

Hearing Miles talk about fish sticks, Jeff was stunned, "Why fish sticks?" ”

"Because I think the fish sticks are the best for you, haven't you recently caught a cold and can't smell it in your nose? I don't think you even taste the fish. ”

“.”

In the face of Miles's teasing, Jeff smacked his lips, not knowing how to respond to the other party.

"My cold has healed, Miles."

Jeff coughed and moved on to something else.

"There's a new café on Clinton Street, you know?"

"Yes, I know."

Miles replied with a blank answer.

His mind now drifts to the school he was going to.

Adjusting to a new school was a grueling process.

"What's that café called?"

"Bubble party."

"Bubble party, haha, what a weird name, are you sure it's not a bar? Miles. ”

Miles put his hand to his chin, looked at his busy mother in the kitchen, and nodded.

"I'm sure, because yesterday I saw a lot of people queuing at the door."

Miles suddenly remembered something and asked his father, "Dad, can I go see Uncle Aaron this Friday?" ”

"Why?"

Jeff didn't understand why Miles was talking about his uncle.

"It's nothing, it's just that I haven't seen him in a long time, so I want to meet him."

Miles said to his father, "He's my uncle and I think. Dad, you don't seem to like him very much. ”

"I didn't dislike him, just. You've just transferred to Vision School, and you need to settle into school life as quickly as possible. ”

"I don't like this school, why do I have to transfer here from Brooklyn?"

Miles said to his father with some depression: "Brooklyn Vision School, this sounds too elitist, I'm just an ordinary citizen, occasionally winning the lottery, otherwise I guess I would never come to this school." ”

Jeff, with a serious expression, said to Miles: "It's not some lottery win, you got in through the exam." ”

"It was like hitting the jackpot for me, I felt that 'elitism' was not for me, and I wanted to go to an ordinary person's school."

Miles said to his father, "Because I'm just a normal person. ”

"Brooklyn Vision School is just a normal person, Miles, you have a great opportunity now, do you want to give up? Just like your uncle. ”

Hearing his father talk about Uncle Aaron again, Miles couldn't help but mutter, "What's wrong with Uncle Aaron, he's a good person." ”

Looking at Miles, Jeff sighed, "Good guy? No, you don't understand, we are always faced with choices in our own lives. ”

Without waiting for his father to finish, Miles shook his head, "I don't think I have a choice right now. ”

"Yes, you didn't!"

Jeff couldn't control his emotions a little, unconsciously raised his voice, and said in a stern tone.

The atmosphere froze in an instant.

The conversation between the two was also completely ended.

Miles tilted his head to the side, and Jeff was grim and silent.

It wasn't until Miles' mother came over to bring breakfast that the atmosphere in the living room returned to normal.

"If you don't quarrel anymore, I'll face work in a better mood in the morning."

"I'm sorry, Mom."

Miles let out a breath and apologized to his mother.

At this time, there was a news broadcast on the radio.

"The earthquake, which has been occurring for several days, occurred again in the Brooklyn area last night, and frequent earthquakes have attracted the attention of the authorities. According to sources close to Spider-Man, he is conducting an investigation into the mysterious earthquake"

Listening to the voice on the radio, Jeff couldn't help but complain: "Spider-Man, this guy swings into your sight every day, wears a mask, and doesn't obey anyone." ”

"He's a superhero and people in the city love him."

Miles' mother said to him as she placed a piece of toast on a plate in front of her husband.

"Yes, but isn't it more dangerous that the police are also keeping the city safe, and they don't wear masks?"

Jeff said to his wife, "I think he's got into more trouble than he did for the city." ”

Miles didn't want to talk to his father anymore, but when he heard his father express his disagreement with his favorite superhero, he wanted to refute him.

But inadvertently raised his eyes and looked at the clock hanging on the wall.

The clock is already pointing to seven o'clock.

"Oh no, I'm going to be late."

As he spoke, he stood up, quickly went upstairs to grab his school bag, and ran outside.

Eventually, before the class bell rang, Miles arrived at the school.

As soon as I walked into the hallway, I saw a blonde girl, standing in front of a poster with something posted.

His short blond hair, amazing facial features at a glance, and his mysterious and lazy temperament instantly attracted his attention.

His eyes followed the other party until the other party posted the paper and left, and he came back from his trance.

A blonde girl with outstanding temperament.

I was attracted at first sight.

Ahem Miles, calm down, you're not an adolescent teenager right now.

Taking a few deep breaths, he looked at the campus poster.

What the other party posted on the wall was a missing person notice.

Name: Peter. Parker

Former Name: Black Watcher

Age: 17

Original Residence: Queens Forest Hills

Favorite foods: baked crepes, roast beef with potatoes, maybe a little milkshake, but probably vanilla milkshake

Mantra: 'Really?' 'Uh-huh', 'That doesn't make any sense', 'I'm not a villain in a comic strip'.

Personality: Silent, although sometimes it can seem cold, but he cares a lot about the feelings of friends and relatives. In addition, he is very resistant to contact with people he is not familiar with.

If any student knows each other's information, please contact me at :"

Reading the strange missing person notice, Miles scratched his head.

Is this a missing person notice?

Why do you always feel that there is a sour smell on it?!

The other side.

Gwen pushed the door open and entered the classroom.

It's been a week since she came into this world.

She had been searching for Peter, but had never been able to find any useful clues.

After a hard search, there was no result, and there was no way back, so I could only live here for the time being.

Using a forged certificate, she entered this high school.

While continuing to search for Peter, he used his identity as a student to cover himself.

As for why I chose this school, the reason is that I have a deep sense of this school and the connection with my own existence.

After posting the missing person notice, Gwen exhaled and sat down in her seat.

Pulling out her pen, she wrote down the results of last night's investigation in her notebook.

The thick notebook was full of the results of her investigation after she came to this world.

Turn the first page, and a line of text appears.

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"The first thing I noticed was the mailing company Derix (FedEX), well, it's really unexpected, this parallel world mailing company is called 'RedEX'."

"The second thing is that people here don't seem to drink Coca-Cola anymore, they like to drink Coca-Cola soda, and luckily I'm not very interested in these drinks, otherwise Betty, who likes to drink Coca-Cola, would have gone crazy if she came into this world."

Gwen flipped to the second page, where her investigative notes, or spit diary, continued.

The second page is interspersed with a photo of a police car, a photo of a police car from the New York Police Department.

Underneath the photo is a line that reads, "Look what's wrong, my God, I didn't even see it at first glance, the initials on the police car weren't 'NYPD', they were 'PDNY.'" ”

Continue to flip through the pages of the notebook to the next page.

"Today is the fourth day of coming into this world, and I still haven't found Peter, but I have found an interesting thing, a good news and a bad news, the good news is that the daily newspaper Clarion that gives me a headache is no longer there."

"Still. The bad news is that Clarion has become a big media company. ”

Gwen glanced out of the classroom, flipping to the page before she was about to start writing.

A cartoon, red and blue spider mask-style ice cream is drawn on it.

This is something that Gwen has discovered, and it is different from her own world.

In my own world, there is no such popsicle.

(End of chapter)