I'm working on Marvel's Spider-Man in American comics.

Chapter 6 Spider-Man: First Day of School
The American high school system is based on a credit-based class system, meaning students are not assigned to specific classrooms. You attend classes in the classrooms that correspond to your schedule, and other time is free to use as you wish. Courses are divided into electives and required courses. Midtown High School offers five required courses and two electives per semester. There are five classes per day: three in the morning, beginning at 8:20, and two in the afternoon, ending at 3:00.

The first day of high school life was not very eventful. There was an opening ceremony, an entrance test, and then I got a course schedule based on the test results and my interests. I had lunch at noon, and then the school clubs recruited new members and the senior students discussed this year's homecoming activities - which had little to do with the newcomers.

The only thing worth mentioning is that the famous scientist Norman Osborn gave a speech at the opening ceremony.

The reason why a famous entrepreneur like Osborne would come to an ordinary public high school like Midtown High School to give a speech is very simple - his son has enrolled.

"I thought you were interested in scientists, but I didn't expect you to almost fall asleep during Osborne's speech."

"Osborne is a great investor and entrepreneur, but he's certainly not a great scientist or engineer... Hey, does our school even have its own TV show?"

Peter answered Gwen ambiguously. He wanted to care about Norman, but he didn't dare to. Peter Parker had nothing to do with Harry Osborn right now, but the spider that bit him was a true test subject of Osborn technology.

And who can guarantee that Norman Osborn is not the Green Goblin now?
The only good news is probably that the Norman Osborn in his universe is white.

So he could only answer Gwen absentmindedly, glancing at the TV in the hallway. On the TV, a boy and a girl, two high school students, were presenting the "Midtown High School Evening News." Of course, they couldn't compare to professional anchors, but they still looked presentable.

"The new semester has arrived, and voting for this year's back-to-school theme has begun. Please visit our official website to vote..."

The two watched the news for a few seconds. Gwen seemed to be quite looking forward to high school life, which was much more colorful than junior high school.

As for Peter, he just wanted to get away. It was already three o'clock in the afternoon, and it was time for Spider-Man to start patrolling New York.

"Oh my god! Our school has a rock band! I want to join!"

"I think Uncle George would be pissed if he knew you gave up ballet for drums in high school."

Peter said as he walked over to his locker. Gwen raised her eyebrows as she leaned against the locker beside her when she heard this.

"If you tell my dad, you're dead, smart boy."

"I surrender."

Peter raised his hands in a raised gesture, then opened the new locker he had been assigned on his first day and began to pack his things. Gwen then realized that someone had already packed their bags and was about to go home. "Wait? You're leaving already?"

"Uh? Yes?"

"First day of school? You're not even going to get familiar with the classroom, or check out any clubs you're interested in?"

"perhaps?"

"Even if there's a Frankenstein Club, a Comics Club, or a Detective Agency?"

Peter Parker thought calmly for a few seconds and came to a positive conclusion.

"Okay, you've convinced me, let's enjoy high school."

Did Peter Parker want to enjoy high school? Perhaps, but he was also thinking about other things. For example, Gwen had noticed that Spider-Man and his own shoes were identical that morning. This was, of course, because it cost more to make a single pair of shoes, and Peter needed to ensure he had a uniform rotation, so he couldn't afford to have a custom pair of shoes. But it also reminded him that he had to be careful not to reveal his identity and affect those around him.

Of course, if this kind of thing really happens, those people will definitely regret it.

But it would definitely be better if it didn't happen. So he thought for a moment: if Peter Parker chose not to participate in any club activities, kept his distance from his classmates, and appeared and disappeared all day, not only would Gwen become suspicious, but perhaps the teachers and classmates would also pay attention to him. If he wanted to avoid this, it would be best to become an ordinary high school student. This was the best way to keep Spider-Man's identity hidden.

Besides that, it would be best to join an internship program at Stark Industries or Osborn Technologies, so that he could secretly upgrade his suit. But that would require more careful allocation of time. Fortunately, Spider-Man's rest quality is far superior to that of ordinary people. Peter only needs about four or five hours of sleep to shake off fatigue.

"Why did you say I would play the drums?"

"Because... you're a good fit." Peter thought, I can't say that in some universe where you were bitten by a spider, you are the drummer of a band, right? So he just laughed it off.

"So what club are you planning to join?"

"It's hard to say," Peter said casually. "I'll definitely participate in the Olympiad. It'll be very helpful for college. As for student government... I'm not too interested. Midtown High School is unlikely to have any high-end scientific research clubs. On the contrary, internships at Stark or Osborn Industries are more reliable. As for other things, I'd rather find a place where I can code with others, play Dungeons & Dragons, or build Lego."

"Hmm..." Gwen sighed, "Sounds like a homebody."

"I'm just a homebody. I like reading, technology, anime, and board games. I don't know anything about sports. I just stick to long-distance running and combat training."

The two were chatting while planning to go check out the school's club recruitment activities. However, after walking a few steps, they heard a familiar, disgusting laugh.

A tall, burly man in a short-sleeved shirt was pressing another student's head against a locker. Peter sighed helplessly, reopened his locker door, and took something out.

"I can't believe this kind of stupid stuff has to happen in every American high school, with some idiot from football or basketball bullying their classmates next to the lockers." Peter closed the locker door and looked at Gwen who was waiting for him: "I thought you would go up to help the poor little guy." "If you don't want to go, I will. But now I have to carry you back to the infirmary."

"It won't be like this in high school, Gwen. I only went there a few times in sixth grade in middle school."

Peter said this as he walked towards the bullying scene. The surroundings were bustling with activity. Sometimes, Peter thought, the high school atmosphere might have been better in his previous life. How could America hate academically gifted students, idolize athletes and underachievers, and even enjoy watching and cheering on bullying?
The bullied person was a young Asian boy whom Peter did not know, but he was very familiar with the bully, who was Culkin, who had spent three years of junior high school fighting wits and courage with him.

It's really a narrow road.

He was about to speak when someone else was quicker to speak. A brown-haired guy in a black jacket squeezed in between the two men and threatened Culkin: "Listen, man, I don't know who you are, but if you don't stop, you're going to be in big trouble."

"is it?"

Culkin, like every high school bully in American TV, clenched his fists, making a crackling sound, and approached with his 5-foot-4-inch body. "You're in big trouble now, you nosy guy."

"Hey, Carl."

A familiar voice called out to him. Peter Parker walked towards him calmly and calmly. "How about this: if you don't bully your classmates in high school, we can still be friends. What do you think?"

Peter Parker extended his hand to Culkin, smiling amiably. Culkin actually left the two men behind, extended his hand to Peter Parker, and shook, no, squeezed, Parker's hand.

"You won't think so when you beg for mercy, Parkera ...

"It's a contact-type shock device, Carl. If you shake hands properly, you won't get shocked." Peter was still holding Carlkin's hand. "And I suggest you don't use force. I learned a lot of fighting skills from my uncle during the summer vacation. If I beat you down, I'll have to explain to the teacher that I'm not the bully."

"Fuck you!"

Kalkin shook Peter's hand off and angrily threw a punch, which Peter caught with his palm. Then Kalkin let out another painful wail. Peter sighed helplessly and looked at the two men. "Did anyone hear me explain the touch-type?"

"Um... the electric shock is a bit..."

"Don't worry, I've known Carl for three years, and I know he can handle it." Peter smiled at the helpful older brother. Culkin backed away again, then lunged forward.

"I'm going to beat you into..."

"Give me a piece of advice, Carl, don't yell." Peter shuddered, dodged sideways, grabbed Carl's wrist, twisted it and locked his hand behind his back. When he howled in pain, he let go and kicked his ankle lightly, and the big guy fell to the ground.

Culkin was about to stand up angrily, but then he saw Peter Parker's palm, which had something on it, placed on his face, and then stretched out his hand.

"Like I said just now, if you didn't bully your classmates in high school, we could still be friends. What do you think?"

"Fuck you."

The same words were spoken twice with different tones. This time, Culkin learned his lesson, slapped Peter's hand away, and ran away in embarrassment.

The students watching around were surprised and excited by this unexpected development. Peter ignored them and sighed regretfully, "I thought we could be friends in high school. How are you, guys?"

He turned to the bullied side. The short Asian guy who was trying to get up was fine, as another equally nosy guy was approaching.

"You were so cool, man. You took that guy down like that."

"He and I went to the same junior high school. I was bullied by him before, and I know how to deal with him."

Peter then took a closer look at the man. He had short brown hair, was almost 1.80 meters tall, and was definitely handsome. At least in terms of looks, Peter felt that he was better than him.

"Peter Benjamin Parker, freshman in high school."

"Harold Lehman, I'm a freshman in high school like you. Just call me Harry."

Harry shook hands and then realized, "Oh! I really didn't feel anything."

"Only guys who want to punch someone get electrocuted. Are you okay?"

"Thank you... uh, thank you. My name is Zhao, Amadeus Zhao."

If Harry only reminded Peter of Harry Osborn, who had disappeared somewhere, then the name of Amadeus was enough to make him trance-like. However, he still adjusted his state in time and extended his hand to the other party: "Nice to meet you, buddy."

(End of this chapter)