Several girls sat in the direction Peter was looking, chatting in their seats and letting out crisp, pleasant laughter from time to time.
The girls' topics of conversation were usually simple: either last night's TV drama, or the latest cosmetics released by Wilson Enterprises.
Of course, some girls also openly discussed which boys at school were the sexiest and strongest, but Peter had always been a hundred thousand miles removed from those spicy topics.
There was no chance a nerdy-looking guy like Peter would earn any praise. There was even a girl in class named Betty who publicly declared that she had developed a Peter allergy—seeing him made goosebumps rise all over her body, and she felt sick enough to vomit.
Betty was actually pretty nice. She wore round glasses and was petite and cute. It was just that, once, when the girls were rating the boys in class, someone had egged her on and paired her with Peter. Eager to argue, she had said those things.
Peter happened to overhear it, and things had been awkward for everyone ever since.
Luckily, Betty always hung out with Jessica's little clique, while the girl Peter had a crush on belonged to another group.
Girls were like that—they hung out in little groups, each with their own interests. Those who liked the Wilson brand never got along with those who liked LV.
It was practically like science clubs: people who liked physics could never stand biology enthusiasts.
Though the person responsible for this phenomenon was Iron Man. Whenever that mustached old man gave television interviews over the years, he always publicly declared that physicists should not associate with biologists. Studying biology was only good for a laugh; when it came to saving the world, physics was what truly mattered.
Well, Peter felt