"Hey, good morning, Gwen," Harry greeted as he dragged Peter over to Gwen's side.
"Hey, good morning, Harry. What brings you here today? Don't you have a board meeting to attend?" Gwen smiled back at Harry.
"I'm here because a classmate of mine is interning today—this is Peter Parker. I've mentioned him to you before, the top student at Metropolis High School!" Harry introduced Peter to Gwen.
"Hello, Peter. I'm Gwen Stacy, but my friends call me Gwen," Gwen said with a polite smile, extending her hand to Peter.
"Oh! H-hi, Gwen," Peter stammered nervously, wiping his hand on his clothes before shaking hers, likely to dry the sweat from his palm.
Harry looked at Peter's awkward demeanor with a bit of exasperation. Could he be any more awkward? As the heir to Oscorp, Harry never lacked female attention, but for a bookworm like Peter, not many girls would be interested.
In the open-minded Western world, being a bookworm isn't exactly a compliment. Girls in Western schools generally look down on such types, believing men should be humorous and charming.
Clearly, Peter didn't fit the bill for humor and charm, which is why he still didn't have a girlfriend.
In Western culture, reaching your twenties and still being a virgin often makes you the butt of jokes, especially for men.
Harry watched Peter's clumsy performance and wished he could step in for him. But to his surprise, Gwen seemed to find Peter's awkwardness endearing and laughed.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief. As Peter's only friend, he felt obliged to help arrange Peter's future happiness, right?
On the way to Dr. Connors' lab, Gwen and Peter had already struck up a conversation. They talked about genetics and biology.
He was excellent, but there was still a gap between him and a genius like Peter. Besides, once he became the boss, he could just hire Peter, couldn't he? As Peter's friend, he knew just how talented Peter was in the field of biology.
Following Gwen Stacy's lead, they arrived at Dr. Connors' lab.
The lab was filled with instruments, exuding a strong sense of technology.
"Welcome, everyone."
A gentle male voice drew everyone's attention. A middle-aged man with glasses and a scholarly demeanor approached them. Apart from his refined, bookish aura, the most noticeable thing about him was his empty right sleeve.
"I'm Dr. Curtis Connors. To prevent any accidents, I should mention that I'm left-handed," Dr. Connors joked self-deprecatingly about his missing right arm.
"I'm not disabled; I'm a scientist. I'm a leading expert in the fields of genetics and herpetology," Dr. Connors said confidently. The students nodded in agreement, as Dr. Connors' reputation was well-known internationally.
"First, let me explain the relationship between genetics and herpetology. As we all know, humans are born with weaknesses. We can be struck down by various diseases and accidents. For example, Parkinson's patients can only helplessly watch as their bodies become unresponsive day by day, and those with severe macular degeneration can only despair as their world gradually fades to darkness. And some people, like me, have lost parts of their bodies due to various accidents," Dr. Connors spoke with a heavy, poignant tone, clearly touched by his own words.
Dr. Connors quickly composed himself and, in a slightly testing tone, asked the interns present, "I hope to heal myself. I hope to create a world without weaknesses. Here's a small test: does anyone know how to achieve this goal?"
"Stem cell embryo technology!" someone immediately answered.
"Hmm, close, but not quite perfect. Any other ideas?" Connors praised but clearly didn't agree with the answer.
The room fell silent for a moment. Dr. Connors' research was deep, beyond the understanding of the high school students present.
"I think cross-species genetics might be useful," Peter Parker said hesitantly, drawing everyone's attention to him.
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"For example?" Dr. Connors asked, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he continued to question Peter Parker.
"For instance, Parkinson's is caused by the body's stem cells ceasing dopamine production. However, the DNA of the zebrafish contains the ability to replace stem cells in dopamine secretion. If we could give patients this part of the zebrafish's DNA, I think they could be cured," Peter began hesitantly, but as he explained, he became more focused and confident, exuding a commanding presence. Follow the newest chapters on novelping . com.
Harry's eyes shone with admiration. This was his friend, a biological genius recognized by Dr. Connors.
Dr. Connors' smile grew as he looked at Peter. Gwen Stacy's eyes also brightened as she watched Peter, seemingly captivated by his focused demeanor.
"And you are?" Dr. Connors asked, no longer hiding his smile.
"Peter, I'm Peter Parker, Dr. Connors," Peter introduced himself excitedly.
"According to Harry, he's also the smartest student at Metropolis High School," Gwen Stacy chimed in, giving Peter a boost and leaving a strong impression on Dr. Connors.
After chatting with Peter Parker for a bit, Dr. Connors expressed his appreciation for Peter's talent and his hope that they could become colleagues in the future.
Later, Gwen Stacy assigned tasks, and Peter Parker's task was to observe Oscorp's genetically modified spiders. The silk produced by these spiders was extremely flexible, and even a container the size of a pen could hold thousands of meters of silk.
Each strand of silk could bear a weight of fifty kilograms. It was a key technological development by Oscorp, with the previous generation of products already on the market and selling well.
These genetically modified spiders were just one of Oscorp's products.
Peter's task was to observe these spiders and write an observation report.
As Peter took photos of the genetically modified spiders, he didn't notice a small spider crawling along the wall above him.
"Hiss~" Peter felt a sting on the back of his hand, quickly pulling it back to see a small bump forming. Scratching his head, he muttered, "Oscorp has mosquitoes? That's odd."