Marvel: Awakening the Universe

"so……"

"Is this the gift?"

Hawke thought to himself.

soon.

Mrs. Snow watched Gary Cooper walk toward the parking lot. Then, when she returned to the office, her smile was filled with joy for Hawke. "That's great, Hawke! I originally thought they'd have to take the information back for some discussion before making a decision. I didn't expect them to give you the spot for next September right away."

Hawke listened to Mrs. Snow's happy tone, put Anna aside for the time being, and smiled at Mrs. Snow.

"I didn't expect it either."

"That's great, Hawke. As you know, NYU Law School has several competitors this year. They have so many outstanding students to choose from, so I asked you to prepare well. I didn't expect him to make the decision on the first try."

Mrs. Snow couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she said this, then looked at Hawke: "But now is not the time to relax, Hawke. Gary just said that he will prepare the materials after he returns. Only when the invitation letter is in your hands can we completely relax."

Mrs. Snow said this, but her expression was relaxed.

Because it is almost impossible to regret something like this later, college admissions teachers and private high school counselors complement each other.

High school counselors identify promising students and then contact university admissions officers based on their own experience.

Achieve each other.

Therefore, it is basically impossible for an admissions teacher to agree on the spot but regret it later.

Unless that teacher is joking with his own professional life.

After all, if you dare to make such a joke, which high school counselor would dare to introduce his or her students to you in the future?

So Mrs. Snow also gave a symbolic warning not to relax.

but……

Hawke felt that whether his invitation would come out would probably depend on whether he could get it after he had a phone call with his new friend he made this morning.

When you treat others with courtesy, you must ask for something.

What does this Anna want?

Hawke thought to himself as he left Mrs. Snow's office and walked outside.

He didn't feel threatened, as if he would ruin his college career if he didn't give him what he wanted.

He is no longer six or seven years old and is far past the age of cynicism.

They can control the flow of scholarships at New York University, that's their ability.

Moreover, Hawke did not think that if he could not get the NYU scholarship, it would mean that NYU was playing dirty.

The real truth is much darker than this.

Where is this?

Hawke is more inclined to believe this is a trade.

It's just like those rich and powerful high school students looking for letters of recommendation for their favorite universities.

Aren’t those recommendation letters also bought by the high school students’ parents using money or favors?

There is no essential difference between the two.

To put it bluntly, it's just a transaction.

However, since it is a transaction, it must be based on mutual consent.

and so……

He planned to listen to his new friend Anna's request and then consider whether to accept the deal.

Hawke walked out of the teaching building behind him, took out his phone, looked at the latest dialed number in the chat history that was not in the address book, thought about it, put it back in his pocket, and planned to talk about it when he got home in the evening. Then he smiled and looked at Gwen who was walking from a distance.

Gwen seemed to already know the result and hugged Hawke happily.

"Wow, that's awesome, Hawke, congratulations."

"Thank you."

Hawke and Gwen hugged each other, and after letting go, he said to Gwen, "Mine is coming, Wen, and yours should be coming soon too."

Gwen smiled and said, "Berkeley has called me. I had an online interview yesterday. My invitation letter will arrive in the next few days."

Hawke was shocked.

"But you didn't tell me."

"Who told you not to come to school today?"

Gwen smiled in response, then turned to Hawke and said, "But mine was yesterday's, and yours is today. Apparently, Anya is also blessing you."

Hawke raised an eyebrow.

Gwen explained, "If that's not the case, why didn't you come to NYU earlier or later? Why did you have to tell Mrs. Snow today when you went to see Anya? It's obvious that you were thinking about Anya, and Anya was thinking about you too."

Is that what it looks like?

Hawke was stunned when he heard Gwen's words, but he quickly recovered and said with a smile: "That's my sister."

In the afternoon.

Because of the box of US dollars, Hawke didn't insist on taking the school bus home, but followed Gwen's car back to the apartment building.

On the way back, Gwen asked curiously, "So you have a million now, what are you going to do with it?"

Hawke looked at Gwen and said, "Get a driver's license, buy a car, and then when it's time for prom, buy you a suit to go to prom."

Gwen looked at Hawke, who was almost not thinking, and was stunned. Then she couldn't help but ask, "What else?"

Hawke smiled and said, "I sold the things just thinking about the prom. After all, I don't want you to have any regrets at the prom."

You can say he is a male chauvinist, or you can say anything else about him.

He really thought so and did so.

As for the rest?

Whether it was the large flat he dreamed of, the meteorite he was currently pondering, or the vibranium from Wakanda, none of them could be bought with this one million.

Gwen met Hawke's gaze and opened her mouth, her sky-blue eyes sparkling.

"Hawk..."

"You don't blame me for selling dangerous weapons?"

"It's always the people who kill, not the weapons, Hawke."

Gwen was interrupted by Hawke and looked at Hawke seriously and said, "Besides, they are your spoils. You have the right to dispose of them."

Hawke listened to Gwen's answer and smiled at her serious expression.

soon.

We have arrived at the Bridge Apartments.

Hawke stood at the door of the apartment and watched Gwen drive away in the yellow Corolla. Then he looked away, turned around and pushed the suitcase back home.

But just as he was about to turn around, a voice came from behind him.

A young man who looked like a courier was crossing the road and running towards this side.

"Mr. Hawke, please wait a moment!"

"..."

Chapter 62 From Now On You Are My Friend

When Hawke returned home, in addition to pulling a 20-inch suitcase, he also had a courier envelope in his left hand.

This was given to him by the courier just now.

They said it was sent expedited from New York University in the afternoon.

New York University?

Hawke casually pushed the suitcase aside, sat down on the sofa, looked at the header of the package in his hand, and tore it open.

next second.

He took out an acceptance letter from New York University School of Law, which included a full scholarship, from the courier envelope.

"hiss!"

Hawke took a deep breath and blinked as he looked at the admission letter in his hand that had been stamped and was valid, and he would be waiting for him to report in September next year.

then……

He couldn't help but frown.

Good guy.

It's really just a gift without asking for anything in return.

Hawke thought to himself, then while looking at the admission letter in his hand, which was probably printed in the afternoon, he took out his phone, looked through the call records, and then clicked on the most recent call record and dialed.

The call was connected quickly, and the voice from the other end of the phone was filled with a hint of surprise.

"Mr. Hawke!"

"I received the gift."

"That's great... Wait, Mr. Hawke, the New York University you mentioned isn't a gift. It's just a meeting gift."

"Ok?"

"I just checked, and it seems Mr. Hawke hasn't checked the real gift yet."

Hawke raised an eyebrow.

next second.

Anna's voice came out: "Mr. Hawke didn't log in to the previous webpage to check my information?"

Hawke said wait a moment, then stood up and walked to the folding table, turning on the hotspot on his phone and turning on his computer.

It’s still the same underlying forum and the same dialog box from yesterday.

But at this moment there was an extra sentence in it, and the time showed that Anna had sent it at around eleven o'clock.

Hawke's eyes narrowed as he looked at the extra sentence.

into the eye.

"New Jersey, Culver Lake, where Bruce Banner and Betty Ross will kick off this year's Christmas vacation."

"..."

Hulk!

After Hawke understood the content of this message, his breathing became heavier again.

"Is this news true?"

"So far, Bruce Banner and Betty Ross's schedule has not changed. The vacation cabin was booked by Ms. Betty Ross and has not been cancelled."

Anna on the other end of the phone was still smiling.

"Does Mr. Hawke like this gift?"

"Call me Hawke."

Hawke said in a deep voice, his eyes focused on the message sent by Anna: "I like it very much. What do you want from me?"

Anna smiled.

"Mr. Hawke..."

"Just call me Hawke."

"Okay, Hawke!"

Anna's voice seemed to sound even happier. "NYU is just a meeting gift. This is a gift. Giving a gift to a friend shouldn't be asking for anything in return, right? Of course, if Hawke really thinks we're friends."

Hawke slowly withdrew his gaze from the computer screen and said in a deep voice, "If the news is true, from now on, you have my friendship, Anna."

He was too lazy to guess who or what force was behind Anna.