Girls Are No Fun!

Queens, 20 Ingram Street.

At seven in the morning, eight-year-old Peter Parker was already dressed, his backpack slung over his shoulders, as he eagerly ran into Aunt May's room.

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

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

The young, smoking-hot Aunt May glanced at the alarm clock by her bed, which would not ring for quite some time, her face full of morning irritation.

"Only seven!"

Peter Parker grinned foolishly. "Ned said there'll be a transfer student in our class today. I'm going 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 getting out of bed mercilessly exposed her nephew's embarrassing secret.

Morning sunlight poured into the bedroom, wrapping around Aunt May's curvaceous figure.

Beautiful-faced, slender branches bearing abundant fruit.

Young Peter had no eye for such things. He continued enthusiastically explaining his great "superhero plan."

"I'm sure he'll be moved by my idea and join us. In the future, I'll make armor for everyone, just like Iron Man."

After "Iron Man" and the "Red Swordsman" appeared, both developed their own fan groups. Especially in the hearts of young children, living superheroes were far more appealing than the Superman from cartoons.

However, Tony Stark's and Adam Smith's fanbases were sharply divided.

Adam had become an overnight sensation at the press conference, becoming a hero in the eyes of lower-class men, a symbol of someone who stood up for American men.

Tony was a billionaire and a playboy, so he had always been adored by women. Now men and women were fighting fiercely online. Seeing swarms of "loser men" idolizing the Red Swordsman, these women all rushed to wave the flag for Iron Man.

It's not that we women are unfaithful in marriage. It's that you "losers" are incapable. If you were as rich as Tony Stark, we guarantee we'd be completely faithful.

Children did not understand or care about the adult world.

Their differing attitudes toward the two had a distinctly childlike logic.

Children with good grades, like Peter Parker, preferred Iron Man because they believed that when they grew up, they too could create an advanced suit of technological armor like Tony Stark and become superheroes.

Children with poor grades did not think that far ahead. Whoever looked cooler, whoever had props that were easier to obtain, was the one they cosplayed as.

Listening to her nephew chatter nonstop, Aunt May, now dressed, shook her head and asked with a smile, "How do you know the new student will definitely be a boy? What if it's a girl?"

"Uh..." Peter's machine-gun mouth suddenly went silent like a goose with its neck grabbed. He was stunned for a moment, unwilling to believe it. "No, it has to be a boy!"

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

Aunt May patted her nephew's chubby cheek, gave him a kiss, and headed for the kitchen.

"Not a playmate! A member of the Super Hero Squad!" Peter emphasized as he followed behind on his short little legs.

"Yes, yes, superhero..."

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

Peter Parker arrived at school early. The moment he entered the classroom, he noticed that the otherwise empty room now had a blonde girl in it. She wore a white top, a black skirt, and brown leather shoes. Pink socks with cartoon patterns could be seen inside her shoes.

There was no melodramatic love at first sight. Peter, who had not yet awakened to such matters, merely glanced at her before looking away.

Girls were too troublesome!

They could cry for ages just from falling down. They were no fun at all.

"Hey, Peter." His best friend and partner-in-crime, Ned Leeds, walked into the classroom with a sleepy face, yawning nonstop.

If Peter had not promised to buy him a deluxe hot dog after school, he would never have come to school this early.

Peter Parker had realized it by then. He turned around and looked at the girl in the back of the classroom again, his little face full of displeasure.

"Ned, I have some bad news for you." Peter spoke solemnly. "Your deluxe hot dog is gone."

"What?"

Ned Leeds instantly lost all sleepiness. He strode forward, placed his two chubby hands on Peter's shoulders, and shook him hard through gritted teeth.

"What did you say?"

Peter wore an expression of utter despair. Ignoring his friend's anger, he muttered unconsciously, "Why? Why did the new student have to be a girl?"

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

Ned Leeds, who had been getting angry, blinked. He had not reached the age of awakening either. Even as an adult, he would remain a "single man" who believed girlfriends were less fun than figurines. Right now, he was simply confused.

"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 stressed the word "she."

Smart Peter had already guessed the identity of the girl who had suddenly appeared in the classroom.

Gwen stared at Peter. The perceptive girl sensed that this little brat disliked her, even though today was her first day here.

"It seems this school has a bad habit of bullying new students. I'll have to report it properly to the principal."

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

Second graders had not yet grown to the point where they were unafraid of teachers. The moment Gwen invoked the principal, who was even more intimidating than teachers, the worldly inexperienced children immediately backed down.

"He's upset because the Lam Street Super Team lost its chance to recruit someone."

"A Super Team?" Gwen asked curiously, "Like superheroes such as Iron Man and the Red Swordsman?"

"Obviously not. It's just that Peter..."

Ned was about to explain when Peter interrupted him.

"That's right, just like Iron Man! Once I'm in college..." Peter thought about it, then firmly changed his words. "No, once I'm in high school, I'll be able to make Iron Man Armor for our team members. Right now, we're just in the training phase."

"Then your training period is really going to be long." Gwen laughed.

"Who says so?"

Peter might not like playing with girls, but he was even less able to accept being looked down on by one. He immediately defended himself. "It's only because I don't have Iron Man Armor to use as a reference right now. Otherwise, I wouldn't need to wait until high school. Middle school... um, I could make it before graduating elementary school!"

"All right, Tony Stark's title as a genius should be inherited by you." Gwen joked.

"I think so too." Peter looked extremely pleased with himself.

"Is your 'Super Team' still recruiting?" Gwen suddenly asked.

"What?" Peter looked blankly at her.

"If your team still needs people, maybe I can join." Gwen smiled.

Peter Parker looked at Gwen Stacy standing in the sunlight, her golden hair tips dancing in the morning light, and stared blankly for a moment.

This girl seemed different from the girls in kindergarten!

"What?" Gwen frowned slightly. "Am I not welcome?"

"Welcome, of course you're welcome!" Peter burst into excited laughter. "Haha, our Iron Team has another member now."

"I don't want to be some tin man. I prefer the Red Swordsman. He's way cooler than Iron Man!" Gwen immediately made her position clear.

"No, Iron Man Armor is the coolest!" Peter stood firmly by his side.

"Iron Monger's armor was so thick, yet the Red Swordsman still cut through it. That means the Red Swordsman's sword is stronger!" Gwen abandoned her ladylike pretense and loudly insisted on her point.

"Iron Man is the strongest."

"The Red Swordsman defeated Iron Monger without even wearing Iron Man Armor. Tell me, what could Tony Stark do without his armor?"

"How could he possibly not have armor? If it were me, I'd wear armor every day, even while eating and sleeping!"

"Oh? Would you wear it while pooping too?"

"I... I could open a hole in the back for my butt!"

And so began the story of the stubborn eldest disciple, the clever little junior sister, and the slacking second eldest disciple.

They seemed to still be missing a master—preferably one with unwavering ambitions who would stop at nothing to achieve them.

Chief George, who was driving to take up his post at the new police station, suddenly felt a chill down below.