"Looks like Mary Jane's death wasn't entirely a bad thing."
Seeing Peter agree so readily, Hawking nodded to himself and began comforting him again.
"Peter, don't be sad. Trust me, you'll definitely meet a girl who suits you better in the future."
If he remembered correctly, Peter would meet Gwen Stacy in college—a highly intelligent and beautiful girl who truly appreciated his academic abilities. She was also the daughter of the New York Police Department commissioner.
She seemed more suitable for Peter than Mary Jane.
He really wanted to tell Peter that there were better girls ahead, more obedient ones too, but clearly this was not the right time.
"I'm afraid not."
Peter's eyes dimmed slightly.
"By the way, didn't I hear that there was a girl at your school who secretly liked you?"
At that moment, Hawking suddenly recalled his first visit to Zhongcheng High School to find Peter.
Peter quickly waved his hands.
"A girl at school secretly likes me? Impossible, impossible."
Harry was his only male friend at school, while the girls all called him a "bookworm." They simply did not like his type. They preferred sports stars like Thompson.
Hawking smiled.
"Who says? Have some confidence. I remember her name was Jessica, a thin girl with black hair."
"Do you mean Jessica Campbell? She hasn't been to school for over half a month. I heard from the teachers that she was hospitalized after a car accident."
At the mention of Jessica's name, Peter replied with utter disbelief.
Hawking froze again.
"Could it really be that Jessica?"
He vaguely remembered that the Jessica from that television show had apparently been exposed to some radioactive chemical agent after a car accident as a child, gaining tremendous strength as a result.
But that girl was clearly named Jessica Jones,