Girls Are No Fun At All!

20 Ingram Street, Queens.

At seven in the morning, eight-year-old Peter Parker was dressed, his backpack slung over his shoulder, and he excitedly ran into Aunt May's room.

"Aunt May, you need to get up and make breakfast, or I'll be late."

"Peter, your school is only one street away from our house, and classes don't start until nine. It's only..."

The young and hot Aunt May glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table, which wouldn't ring for a long time, and her face was full of morning grumpiness.

"Seven o'clock!"

Peter Parker grinned foolishly, "Ned said there's a transfer student coming to our class today, and I want to invite him to join our Rams Street Super Hero Squad!"

"Your 'Super Hero Squad' only has two people, and Ned only agreed to join after you gave him three hot dogs." The young woman, who was getting out of bed, mercilessly exposed her nephew's past.

Morning light poured into the bedroom, enveloping Aunt May's graceful figure.

Her face was beautiful, and her slender branches bore abundant fruit.

The young Peter didn't understand the appreciation and continued to excitedly talk about his grand "Super Hero Plan."

"I believe he will be impressed by my idea and join. Later, I will build him armor, just like Iron Man."

After "Iron Man" and "Red Swordsman" appeared, they each gained their own fan groups. Especially in the hearts of young children, living superheroes were more attractive than the superheroes in cartoons.

However, the fan bases of Tony Stark and Adam Smith were somewhat clearly divided.

Adam became an overnight sensation at a press conference, becoming a hero in the hearts of ordinary men, a symbol of justice for American men.

Tony, as a billionaire playboy, was already popular with women. Now, men and women were arguing online. Seeing a large number of "loser men" supporting Red Swordsman, these women all flocked to Iron Man's banner.

'It's not that we women are unfaithful in marriage; it's that you "losers" are incompetent. If you were as rich as Tony Stark, we would guarantee our loyalty.'

The adults' world was something children didn't understand and didn't care about.

Their attitudes toward the two had a very childish distinction.

Children with good academic performance, like Peter Parker, liked Iron Man because they believed they could build an advanced technological suit and become superheroes like Tony Stark when they grew up.

Children who didn't do well in school didn't think that far. Whichever one looked cooler, whichever one's props were easier to get, they would cosplay as them.

Listening to her nephew's incessant chatter, Aunt May, who had changed into her clothes, shook her head and asked him with a smile, "How do you know the new classmate will be a boy? What if it's a girl?"

"Uh..." His machine-gun-like mouth was suddenly like a goose with its throat choked. Peter was stunned for a moment, unwilling to believe it, "No, it must be a boy!"

"Alright, then congratulations in advance on finding a new playmate."

Aunt May patted her nephew's little face, gave him a kiss, and then headed to the kitchen.

"Not a playmate, a member of the Super Hero Squad!" Peter chased after her with his short legs, emphasizing.

"Okay, okay, Super Hero..."

After breakfast, Aunt May took Peter to the elementary school one street away. After seeing her nephew enter the campus, she turned around and went home to catch up on sleep.

Peter Parker, who arrived at school early, found a blonde girl in the empty classroom upon entering. She wore a white top, a black skirt, and pink socks with cartoon patterns could be seen inside her brown leather shoes.

There was no cliché love at first sight. Peter, who hadn't opened up yet, averted his gaze after just one glance.

Girls were too troublesome!

They could cry for a long time even if they stumbled, which wasn't fun at all.

"Hey, Peter." His best friend Ned Leeds walked into the classroom, looking tired and yawning constantly.

If Peter hadn't promised to treat him to a deluxe hot dog after school, he wouldn't have come to school so early.

Peter Parker had already reacted. He looked back at the girl at the back of the classroom, his little face full of unhappiness.

"Ned, I have bad news for you." Peter said mournfully, "Your deluxe hot dog is gone."

"What?"

Ned Leeds instantly lost all his sleepiness. He rushed forward, placed his small chubby hands on Peter's shoulders, shook him vigorously, and gritted his teeth.

"What did you say?"

Peter had a look of utter despair, ignoring his best friend's anger, and mumbled unconsciously, "Why? Why does the new classmate have to be a girl?"

"Do you have a problem with girls?" Gwen Stacy appeared behind Peter Parker at some point.

Ned Leeds, who was in a rage, blinked. He wasn't at the age of understanding yet. Even as an adult, he would still be a "singleton" who believed that girlfriends weren't as fun as action figures. He was just confused now.

"Who are you? Why are you in our classroom?"

"She's our new classmate, the transfer student who was supposed to come today!" Peter deliberately emphasized the word "she."

The clever Peter had already guessed the identity of this girl who suddenly appeared in the classroom.

Gwen stared at Peter. The perceptive girl sensed the little brat's dislike for her, even though she had only just arrived today.

"It seems this school has a bad habit of bullying new students. I need to report this to the principal."

"No, no, no, Peter was just joking."

Children in the second grade of elementary school hadn't grown to the point of not fearing teachers. Hearing Gwen mention the principal, who was even higher than the teachers, the children with little experience immediately softened.

"He's unhappy because the 'Rams Street Super Hero Squad' lost an opportunity for new recruitment."

"Super Hero Squad?" Gwen asked curiously. "Like superheroes such as Iron Man and the Red Swordsman?"

"Obviously not, it's just Peter..."

Ned was about to explain, but Peter interrupted him.

"That's right, just like Iron Man! By the time I get to college..." Peter paused, then firmly corrected himself, "No, in high school, I'll be able to build Iron Man suits for our team members. This is just the training phase."

"Your training phase sure is a long one," Gwen chuckled.

"Who says?"

Although Peter didn't like playing with girls, he hated being underestimated by them even more. He immediately retorted, "It's just because I don't have Iron Man suits as a reference right now. Otherwise, I wouldn't need to wait until high school; I could build them by the time I graduate middle school... no, elementary school!"

"Alright, Tony Stark's genius reputation is yours to inherit," Gwen joked.

"I think so too," Peter said smugly.

"Does your 'Super Hero Squad' still need members?" Gwen suddenly asked.

"What?" Peter looked bewildered.

"If your team still needs people, I might be able to join," Gwen smiled.

Peter Parker looked at Gwen Stacy bathed in sunlight, her golden hair tips dancing in the morning light, and was momentarily stunned.

This girl is different from the girls in kindergarten!

"What?" Gwen frowned slightly. "You don't welcome me?"

"Welcome, of course, welcome!" Peter was extremely excited and burst out laughing. "Haha, our Iron Man team has gained another member."

"I don't want to be a tin can. I like the Red Swordsman much more. He's way cooler than Iron Man!" Gwen stated her preference right away.

"No, Iron Man suits are the coolest!" Peter defended his side.

"The Red Swordsman cut through Iron Monger's thick armor without wearing an Iron Man suit, which proves the Red Swordsman's sword is more powerful!" Gwen abandoned her ladylike pretense and loudly insisted on her point.

"Iron Man is the most powerful."

"The Red Swordsman defeated Iron Monger without an Iron Man suit. What do you think Tony Stark can do without his suit?"

"How could he not have a suit? If it were me, I'd wear my suit for eating and sleeping every day!"

"Oh? Even when you poop?"

"I... I can just make a hole in the back!"

And so, the story of the stubborn senior disciple, the cunning junior disciple, and the slacking second disciple began.

They seemed to be missing a master, preferably one with firm aspirations who would spare no effort.

Chief George, who was driving to his new police station, suddenly felt a chill down his spine.