After a whole night of running around, a normal person would have chosen to go home and sleep.
But Chen Mo was not a normal person.
He was a poor, underage, yet brave, smart, and kind Spider-Man who still had to keep up his image as an excellent student during the day.
Who would have thought that whole long string of events had all happened in a single night?
So the next morning, Chen Mo appeared at the school gates on time.
More precisely, he appeared at the school gates half asleep.
His eyes were nearly shut as he walked. His backpack was stuffed with the remains of the launcher he had picked up last night, and a small shard of glass from the warehouse had somehow gotten stuck in his pocket. He had forgotten to repair the former and hadn't noticed the latter.
He looked less like someone coming to school and more like a child laborer who had just temporarily escaped a Gotham City municipal disaster reconstruction site.
"I'm so outstanding," Chen Mo muttered to himself. "Just outstanding. This world should give me an award for getting to school on time. Preferably with hot soy milk and meat buns as the prize. I've had more than enough white people food."
Then Chen Mo walked into the school building and found the classroom completely empty.
Standing in the doorway, Chen Mo slowly blinked.
"Oh no," he said. "Did I oversleep all the way to the weekend?"
Was there anything more tragic than getting up early and dragging yourself to school on what should have been a weekend when you could have enjoyed a good night's sleep?
Chen Mo hurriedly pulled out his phone and checked.
It wasn't the weekend.
The time was right, too.
He looked back at the