New York.
Midtown High School.
The morning sunlight streamed through the windows onto the classroom desks, as if dusting the faces of these youthful, beautiful college students with a layer of gold.
Campus life was always wonderful, and high school students were always restless.
"So, can anyone tell me how to solve this problem?"
Standing at the podium was a white-haired old lady in a floral dress, well over a hundred years old. She drew out her words as her gaze swept across the students below.
The old lady had never held much hope for the students of Midtown High School.
Just like students in other countries, only a tiny minority excelled academically. Most would muddle through high school before entering society. Some would become gang members, while others would end up wasting their youth in factories or similar places.
"Ah."
She sighed, her gaze settling on a blonde girl and a shy-looking boy in the second row.
Peter Parker and Gwen Stacy, known as Midtown High School's Twin Stars, were both outstanding students—the sort teachers favored.
"Gwen."
After considering it for a moment, the old lady decided to have the police commissioner's daughter answer the question. It was not because she treated people differently based on their status; she simply felt Gwen deserved the opportunity more.
"Ma'am, I think this problem should be approached from..."
Gwen, with her beautiful long blonde hair, stood up and answered the question perfectly.
"Very good."
The old lady gave Gwen an approving look and motioned for her to sit down. At the same time, the bell rang.
"All right, what class do we have next?"
Peter scratched his head and glanced at his schedule, his expression turning slightly dull.
Next was gym class, his most hated subject. As the nerd in his classmates'