Young Peter Parker's mind was wandering far away.
His body was clearly sitting in the classroom, but his soul had flown off somewhere unknown. His eyes rested on the treetops outside the window, or perhaps the sky beyond them, his gaze unfocused.
It was not because of the Douyin app on his phone. That matter had already passed. It was perfectly normal for a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old boy to have videos like "Cat-Eared Girl Plays with Herself Until She's a Mess in the Kitchen" on his phone, right?
After the Adjutant helped explain things, Mary, Gwen, and the others had accepted the story: Peter had been hacked, and he was a victim too. He was still innocent.
Besides, the other students had no interest in Peter's embarrassing incident anymore. The hot news these past two days had been something else.
Peter naturally knew what had happened. The Wilson Group's spaceships had gone on sale in bulk everywhere outside North America. Countless people could buy even the cheapest model and take a trip into space.
Peter had been to space himself, of course, but that had been a group activity with the Spider Legion. He had also been dragged along by Deathstroke, with hardly any time for free activities.
Other than mealtimes, all they did was fight. It was as though a warrior's life, aside from drinking from huge bowls and eating chunks of meat, consisted only of finding people to fight.
A bold idea slowly took root in Peter's heart: buy a spaceship and take the girls he secretly liked for a trip through space. Not for some chance to get rich—even just cruising around would be nice.
However, there was one problem to solve: he had no money, and he still had to attend school.
He worked every day,