Shocking Doctor Connors for a Hundred Years

Watching Peter speak so eloquently before her,

Gwen could not help but have an incredibly strange thought arise in her heart.

Why did it feel like... Peter was more like a superpowered person than I was?!

Though the thought had surfaced for less than 0.01 seconds before Gwen decisively snuffed it out.

Still, once she came back to her senses, Gwen had to admit that Peter was indeed more attractive now than before.

What Gwen did not know was that Peter was not exaggerating in the slightest.

Only after becoming a genius himself did he truly understand the weight behind Elder Qian's words: "No matter how dumb someone is, can they really reach fourteen without learning calculus?"

The formulas and theories from his past life's university courses, which had once seemed like incomprehensible scripture that he could only memorize by rote, now became things Peter could grasp at a glance and even apply by analogy.

On top of that, the Horse Talisman's healing abilities could slightly alleviate physical discomfort from prolonged studying, such as nearsightedness and the effects of sitting for too long.

That made his current learning efficiency feel practically hacked.

With such monstrously efficient learning, earning two doctoral degrees was as easy for him as eating and drinking!

Gwen looked at Peter's confident profile and nodded after a brief hesitation.

"Alright, then after school, I'll take you to see Doctor Connors."

Just as the two chatted and laughed about "Doctor Connors," a tall figure swaggered onto the school bus.

It was Midtown High's bully, Flash Thompson.

He habitually swept his gaze around the bus, searching for the "nerd Parker" he could bully for fun.

He quickly found his target.

But before the vicious grin on his face could fully bloom, it froze at the corners of his mouth.

Because Peter Parker was sitting with Gwen Stacy!

They were sitting close together, chatting and laughing, their atmosphere far too intimate!

The instant Flash realized this, he immediately behaved himself.

Who was Gwen Stacy?

She was the police chief's daughter—his dad's boss's daughter!

If he provoked her, her father could genuinely go to the school board and make him pay dearly!

With that thought, Flash instantly settled down and slunk off to find a seat.

Forget it. Today was not a good day to cause trouble.

He would wait until Gwen was not around, then properly "greet" that punk Parker!

Flash comforted himself with that thought, unaware that he had already missed the only chance he would ever have in this life.

After missing today, he would spend the rest of his life looking up at the "nerd" he had once looked down on.

Still, that was not necessarily a bad thing. At the very least, a certain school bully had successfully kept his life...

After school, Gwen took Peter to Oscorp Tower as promised.

Using her intern ID, the two made their way unimpeded to Doctor Connors's laboratory area.

But before they could reach the lab door, a fierce argument drifted through the partially closed door.

"Doctor Connors, I need a definite timetable! Not your vague promises!"

A somewhat shrill female voice reached Peter's ears clearly, full of the arrogance of an ultimatum.

"This project has already consumed too much funding and time. The boss and the board have both run out of patience!

If you still cannot produce visible results, then I can only regretfully inform you that your funding will be cut, or even... that the entire project will be shut down!"

"Give me a little more time!"

Doctor Connors's voice sounded weary and hoarse, yet still carried a trace of stubbornness.

"We're only one final step away! We only need one last formula to splice lizard DNA into humans.

This will be a tremendous advance in the history of human medicine! We will cure every disease and regenerate missing limbs! Even cancer may be conquered because of it!"

"Hah! The same old line!"

The female assistant let out a disdainful sneer.

"The board has heard that speech for three whole years. They're sick of hearing it!

Doctor Connors, I am now formally delivering Norman Osborn's final ultimatum.

One month! I am giving you only one final month. If the project still makes no progress, you can pack your bags and leave."

Click, click, click~

The sound of high heels striking the floor drew closer and closer.

Gwen hurriedly pulled Peter aside to avoid being seen.

Only after the brown-haired assistant walked away with her head held high did she lead Peter into the laboratory.

The spacious laboratory was a complete mess.

Kurt Connors was slumped dejectedly in his chair.

The right sleeve beneath his lab coat hung empty, making him appear even more downcast.

Noticing Gwen and Peter behind her, Doctor Connors tugged at the corner of his mouth and forced out a smile uglier than crying.

"Sorry, kids. You had to see that."

Gwen opened her mouth, but for a moment, she did not know how to comfort him.

Peter, however, seemed completely unaffected by the awkward atmosphere and walked straight to the laboratory's whiteboard.

The whiteboard was densely covered in all sorts of complicated formulas and derivations. The central section had clearly been erased and rewritten countless times, leaving behind a large blurred patch.

Peter's gaze landed on that patch.

After examining the preceding derivations, he was basically certain.

What Doctor Connors lacked really was only a formula related to the Decay-Rate Algorithm. Peter could absolutely help him solve this problem!

Thinking that, Peter instinctively reached for the black marker beside the whiteboard.

Without the slightest hesitation, he began writing beneath the blurred area that had been repeatedly erased and rewritten.

The marker tip scraped across the whiteboard, making soft squeaking sounds.

Elegant, rigorous symbols and numbers flowed from his hand one after another, forming an entirely new path of calculation.

At that moment, time seemed to slow.

Gwen, who had been pondering how to comfort the doctor, looked up at the sound and was instantly stunned by what she saw!

Peter... was actually attempting to derive the Decay-Rate Algorithm?

As though noticing Gwen's gaze, Doctor Connors, still looking dejected, followed her line of sight toward Peter.

Then, in the span of barely a dozen seconds, his expression underwent a drastic shift from confusion, to shock, to utter horror!

He sprang out of his chair, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the newly written formula on the whiteboard, his breathing nearly stopping!

Impossible!

This was absolutely impossible!

The Decay-Rate Algorithm that had troubled him and his entire team for years...

The problem that even the world's top geneticists had been helpless to solve...

Had actually been... casually solved... by a high school student?!!