After Hawk finished speaking, he could clearly feel his thigh tighten again.
He had actually received Gwen's hint.
Quite clearly.
George's question was a trap.
Who was George Stacey?
The Captain of the 19th Precinct of the New York Police Department.
If Hawk considered Spider-Man a vigilante, then in George's eyes, it would be no different from speaking up for a criminal.
So Gwen's reminder just now was to tell him not to fall into the trap and to answer according to George's identity.
But…
If he had said that, he would have truly fallen into George's trap.
If Hawk described Spider-Man as a criminal, George would probably think he was some kind of sycophant.
So, this question seemed like a question, but in reality, no matter how he chose, the answer would always be wrong.
Hawk chose 'or' between A and B.
He jumped out.
He was just a student now; he didn't care if Spider-Man was a criminal or a vigilante; he only cared if he could get a scholarship to New York University.
That was all.
If another person had answered this way, it probably wouldn't have worked, and they might have left George with an impression of being slippery.
But Hawk's answer was just right.
One sentence.
Hawk didn't believe George hadn't investigated him thoroughly.
He also wasn't afraid of George investigating.
Because that's what he said, and that's what he always did.
Actions speak louder than words.
Nothing more than that.
At most, he, who had never left New York City before and lived frugally, suddenly left New York City this year and went to Maryland.
But this matter was also easy to explain.
He was still a young man, after all, and besides, he was going on a trip, not doing anything bad.
Hmm.
At least when he was cultivating diligently in Maryland, he really didn't do anything bad.
Besides, each federal state governs itself, so what he did in Washington, D.C. had nothing to do with him being in New York City now.
Following his answer, Captain George Stacey's expression was first somewhat surprised, then he seemed to think of something, nodded, and practically announced the end of dinner.
Nine o'clock in the evening.
Gwen saw Hawk off downstairs.
She also reacted at this moment and looked at Hawk: "You reacted very quickly, Hawk, I didn't even realize that Dad's question was a trap."
Hawk chuckled: "Because that's exactly what I thought."
Gwen nodded: "Alright, then go back early. Unfortunately, I can't take you home."
Because she was under curfew.
It wasn't George, but Helen; this was Helen's punishment for Gwen daring to run off to Maryland without saying a word.
Previously, Gwen was free to return before ten o'clock at night, but yesterday, Helen re-regulated the curfew time and moved her curfew from ten o'clock to nine o'clock.
"It's okay, I can get there quickly by subway too."
"Alright, see you tomorrow."
"Hmm, see you tomorrow."
Hawk nodded, saying, then watched Gwen go back into the apartment building before turning and walking towards the nearby subway station.
If the New York City subway during the day was a chaotic mess.
Then the subway at night could be said to be a zombie convention.
You couldn't expect subway management, which could easily be evaded by fare dodgers, to be very strict.
So, usually, New Yorkers only chose to take the subway at night unless absolutely necessary.
But Hawk was fine.
On his way home by subway to his apartment, he only knocked out one junkie and chased away two and a half small Black people with half-dreadlocks who came up to him singing and dancing, and he returned home without much trouble.
As for why he said two and a half singing and dancing small Black people, it was actually very simple.
One of the small Black people had an Adam's apple that large, but their chest was also equally large.
So…
Two and a half, no problem.
Upon returning home, Hawk looked at the message Gwen sent, replied, and then went to bed.
School was starting tomorrow.
Go to bed early, and he could get up early tomorrow to take the free school bus back to school to report.
When he left Gwen's house after dinner, Gwen had said she could pick him up on the way to school tomorrow.
But he refused.
Because doing so, Hawk always had the illusion that he was dating Gwen just to hitch a ride for the new semester.
Although he knew he wasn't.
But others might not think so, and he could not care what others thought of him, but he always had to consider what others thought of Gwen.
As Hawk thought about this, he suddenly realized why, when a person gained ability, even if you didn't want to marry and have children, the country would help you find a wife.
Although Gwen wasn't his wife, the principle was the same.
The next day.
Hawk got up early and arrived at the nearby bus stop just as the school bus pulled up, and he boarded it.
The driver was still the outwardly fierce but inwardly gentle bearded Hall.
"Good morning, Hall."
"Good morning, Hawk, ready for your last semester?"
"I don't graduate until next year, Hall."
"Maybe you'll get an invitation from New York University this semester. I have faith in you."
"Alright, thank you, Hall."
"You're welcome."
After Hawk exchanged a few pleasantries with the bearded Hall, he walked to his usual seat and sat down.
The school bus drove along its predetermined route, stopping each time to pick up one or two students, until it reached the Forest Hills stop, and this time, a familiar face boarded the bus.
As soon as he boarded, under his Spider-Sense, Peter Parker immediately cast his gaze on Hawk, who was sitting alone in the last row by the window.
Hawk also, at the moment Peter boarded, retracted his gaze and looked at Peter standing at the entrance and… the somewhat melancholy man beside Peter.
This was…
Harry Osborn?
And it was also the first generation Spider-Woman version of Harry Osborn, the Harry Osborn who had stolen Mary Jane's thunder.
Peter had already greeted his friend Harry, who had returned from Britain this year and transferred to Midtown High School, and then led Harry towards Hawk's location.
"Hawk."
"Peter."
"Hawk, this is Harry. He was studying in Britain before, and he transferred to our school this year, just like us, in twelfth grade."
"Harry, this is Hawk."
After Peter walked over, he greeted Hawk and then introduced Harry beside him.
Harry, who hadn't yet become the Green Goblin and was wearing a casual suit, smiled and extended his right hand to Hawk.
"Hello, Hawk."
"Hello, Harry."
"…"
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